p.香港佔中進行曲 - 試問誰能未覺醒？

香港佔中進行曲
「誰要認命噤聲，試問誰能未覺醒？」

Some complained that one should never bring a 細路女 to sing this song. But, frankly politics knows no bounds. I am not too worried about its take. Just as all fuckens knew no bounds too.

I have watched every single video on the occupy central. How I wish I can join them as one. But, the price is too expensive for me.

A fucken just told me that hongkongers are wasting their time, they can never get the democracy they want. I know. But, if they don't do, they will never get. He was happy that this did not happen in that fuckened little island, otherwise he has to assist in planning the full frontal militant crack-down.

CCB !!!

These fuckens collect about 50k-100k per month. He has no worries about his kiddos' education and liveihood and they all live in a huge penthouse with a private pool. What does he knows about the plight of everyone else.

Each has chosen their own path. I had chosen mine and so did he. I am happy that he has fought for white fuckens' blessing and got it. But now, I will never call him a friend ever again.

I am sad that with money, a human soul can be bought to such utterance. It is as if what he planned for the white fuckens is truly good for everyone. I guess he has to mind-fuck himself totally before he can be a run-dog.

I can always remember vividly all the soft wriggled hands I held of old uncles and aunties and their well-wishes. Their watery eyes told me that honestly, we were once kins. It is this true feeling that has kept me from going insane and kept me fighting to this day.

渔舟唱晚
红日照海上, 清风晚转凉 随着美景匆匆散, 钟声山上响 海鸥拍翼远洋 要探钟声响处 无奈我不知方向 人象晚钟一般愤 美景不可永日享 船划破海浪, 终于也归航 无论我多依恋你 苦于了解情况 归家怨路长, 痴心却在远方 谁遇到风浪, 多少也惊惶 无力再收痴心网 心中急又慌 涌出眼泪两行 向晚景色碎 红日向山边降 前路也许昏昏暗 天边总有月光 含泪看彼岸, 不知你怎样 来日也许可相见 相见止于梦乡 相思路更长, 心曲向谁唱

b.3rd Country - Feelings (Part 5)

The last part is here:   3rd Country - The Awakening (Part 4)

A rolling stone never gathers moss. Sad but true. But, if we use foreign exchange to our advantage, then there is a possibility to live happily ever after.

Living in Buddhaland? A slum? You must be kidding. They have one of the most beautiful and nice gals on earth. Their food is one of the best in the world. That sourness is poorly replicated in pinoyland. Pinoyland also has all kinds of sourness - sour pork, sour veggies, sour noodles, fuck! everything is sour. My friend from there refused to visit me for the longest of time. He had at least 20 gfs to boot. He lives like an emperor on earth. His wifey don't give him shit, even though she graduated from the very top university on earth. See! Buddha taught her well. His refrigerator factory is the largest in Buddhaland. Once, he even asked me why did I spend my useless life in that fuckened little island? He couldn't understand. He now partnered one of the largest car manufacturers in the world for spare parts. Opportunities are so immense that he couldn't understand why I am worried about having a shelter over my head?

Like yoda in the star wars, we must learn to search our inner feelings. We must not be bothered by earthly distractions. Flow (leave) if we must. There should never be a feeling of loss. The feeling of loss is just temporary, it is a tool used by the white fuckens to hold us back. There is no ties. There is not even an identity.

Even if I am super poor, my simple salary saved (after expenses) as a grain collector in white land can buy me a full landed house in 1 year in a nice place within the capital in all of the 3rd countries. Within 10 years, I would have owned more than 10 houses. How can that be sad?

The Legend Retold has gone to the white casino with a huge mudland's flag floating today. Guess what? The white casino is opened by the casino in the mudland. He spent happily. He is at last home. No more french fries, no more tongue-twisting words. His kiddos refused to join him in his home coming, but I think given time, this path would again be replayed through the generations to come.

Once I was in Congland. The fucking chinatown spoke only Cantonese. The restaurant owner asked me how was that fuckened little island? I asked why? She said she was once from there but she was forced to move. I asked why again?  She said she was wanted by the white fuckens for drug trafficking. Wow ... Now she owned houses, restaurants and nice hotels. She asked me to deliver something back to her mum without tracks. I replied humbly yes. She gave me a treat in abalone and seafood. She said eat at her restaurants and mentioned her name. The restaurants would not bill me.

Looking back ... I do have many true friends I met along the way. All true and without pretence. Maybe, that's the way it is. A true path for the weary ...

This last part ends the essay on the 3rd country. I have not visited budland nor camland. But I am sure they are not so bad. It is just a matter of freedom of choice. My friend runs a 5-stars hotel in budland. He would have given me a headstart too.

Lastly, for those who love the cooler weather and loving connection to the white fuckens, there is also the geniland not far away from the large land of the south. Everything the island has are smuggled from the white fuckens of that fuckened little island. That CCB white fuckens claimed that they were legitimate tradesmen from government-linked companies. CCB. Currently, geniland don't even have a McDonald nor escalator yet. Just achieved independence. Good fun playing there too. My friend is a senior banker in Asia Bank. He would give a leg up there too if I so chooses. He said good food, good body guards, good hotels and good gals.

Afternote:
Oops! Just check the map, there is also lousyland too. So many choice.

b.3rd Country - The Awakening (Part 4)

The last part is here:   3rd Country - The White Land is Not White

The key difference between a guy like a pinoy and a fucken is that a pinoy can just go directly to save and buy his houses in pinoyland, but a fucken can't. A fucken has no home to return to. Hence, the trick is to think through a scheme to make that happen:

The issues:

• Freehold - This is an important criterion. Unfortunately though, many countries are closed to this type of purchase by foreigner. So a careful selection is needed. Strata properties are no good for this purpose. The properties are not well-maintained in this respect.
• Residence - Many countries don't allow permanent residency with no investment for old fucks. Again, this must be thought through. Some residency are simply impossible.
• Healthcare - What happen if you are sick? I am glad to say that the west is not going to give free healthcare soon enough. Hence, we are very much left on our own. Hence, the move to a third country is a must.
• Cost of Living - Usually this is not an issue. Quite low fee.
• Small Business - No matter how rich you are. It is unlikely to have so much money that one need not work. So a small business is good for the soul. At least dementia don't come in so soon.

The solution:

• Fuck your way to a residency - Divorce your damn wife and marry a lass from that country. You will access to all landed properties at super low cost.
• Investment Residency - There are already plenty of write-ups on how cheap this can be.
• Trust a relative - As the saying goes, good luck!

The choice:

• Stay in locality - Self-explanatory. No where else in this whole wide world is going to accept you.
• Advanced - More advanced countries like mudland and pinoyland are more expensive. 
• Laid-back - So if you are poor, try cheaper options like Buddhaland, muddyland, congland, camland or even budland. They are cheap and affordable. But most people still try their luck in the first option above.
• Just stay - Who cares! There are not enough laws to prevent staying. Just stay as long as possible and find your way out. This option is for poor bastards. Somehow you can get a work permit option going soon enough. With your slightly better education, hopefully you can get by. No say, I no give answer.

Do this after you have settled your kiddos' needs.

Personal Choice:

I have already bought my first property in the 3rd country and on the way to buy the next one for rental. Soon I will be buying another commercial property for my small business. I will move in to stay after at least 10 more years in white land. Meanwhile, I still have to man my white farms, fuck them!

b.3rd Country - The Point of No Return (Part 2)

The last part is here:   3rd Country - The Unexpected Journey (Part 1)

You know you have to leave if your:

• House - is not free from encumbrance, it is just a rental for 99 years and soon to be shortened to 69 years, after that you owned nothing. Even in middle kingdom, they don't do that. Their land is not theirs, but the house is freehold though. House is you single most important asset to be passed down through the generations to ease your future generations' pain.
• Car - is not free from encumbrance, it is just a rental for 5 or 10 years, after that you owned nothing. Even in middle kingdom, they don't do that. Car is normally your next most expensive purchase.
• Medical - is not free. Almost every fucking country, third world or otherwise, are free for the older folks.
• Education - is not free. Acquisition of knowledge is the single most important leveller of playing field. Take that away, you would be totally at the mercy of the present days' gods.
• Inflation - is enforced at hyper-rate. That way, there is nothing you can save and move on. By forcing zero savings regime, its inhabitants are enslaved.
• Death - is enforced. The CCB white fuckens made it a point to sytematically reduce the life expectancy of its inhabitants. See the number of very young people having disused arms, legs and bird-birds. By poisoning, the fuckens reduce their medical requirements. Your shit water is the number one instrument to make that happen. Soon most lost souls would not survive passed 70yo.

All of the above was made of one single purpose - enslavery of a nation. If you treasure your next generations, do them a favour - LEAVE.

Even if you have to carry grain or wash backsides in white land, you have free medicals. You don't burden your next generations over poor health in your advanced years.

Let me just sing a song ...
The song is here:   愛的代價 (張艾嘉)
愛的代價 詞曲 李宗盛
還記得年少時的夢嗎　像朵永遠不凋零的花
陪我經過那風吹雨打　看世事無常　看滄桑變化
那些為愛所付出的代價　是永遠都難忘的啊
所有真心的　痴心的話　永在我心中雖然已沒有他

走吧　走吧　人總要學著自己長大
走吧　走吧　人生難免經歷苦痛掙扎
走吧　走吧　為自己的心找一個家
也曾傷心流淚　也曾黯然心碎　這是愛的代價

也許我偶爾還是會想他　偶爾難免會惦記著他
就當他是個老朋友啊　也讓我心疼　也讓我牽掛
只是我心中不再有火花　讓往事都隨風去吧
所有真心的　痴心的話　仍在我心中雖然已沒有他 

Yes. We have no choice but to 讓往事都隨風去吧, 為自己的心找一個家.

I know it is a sad, sad day for each and every one of us here today. We have indeed come to an end of our journey on that fuckened little island. There is little we can do nor hope. We must then leave with a heavy but yet lightened heart. I would have wished it otherwise. 

It is indeed the point of no return ...

p.Rest in Peace

The last part is here:   Holocaust II - Rebecca and Gabriel Loh

We hear of many deaths happening almost every day. So we usually steel our hearts and ignore their tug at our heart strings.

Today, I heard of an Indian foreign worker got beheaded by a bus and caused a riot in a small Indian congregation area.

This is a sad day for me. We are mere migrants seeking only for a renewed chance to live or an opportunity to seek our fortunes in a new land, where our own land has dimmed our livelihood.

Instead of using one's bare hands and hard work in exchange for a chance to live, his life was extinguished with not a murmur in his name. Such is the perils of life.

I pray that he will move on to a better path. I also pray that his family will not be too grieved by his demise. May the great tengri bless this family in need. Living in big shitland or small shitland is also no easy shit.

May he rest in peace ...

p.Song - 問世間 - 張德蘭

The last part is here:   Song - Morning has Broken

The song is here:   問世間+留住今日情(無線電視劇《神鵰俠侶》插曲1983年)-張德蘭

問世間
神雕俠侶插曲 張德蘭 作詞：元好問 作曲：顧嘉煇 

問世間,情是何物? 直教生死相許. 
天南地北, 雙飛客, 老翅幾回寒暑.
歡樂趣, 離別苦, 就中更有痴兒女.
君應有語, 渺萬里層雲, 千山暮雪, 隻影向誰去.

Totally listening to her songs. So fantastic.

Now rewatching 《神鵰俠侶》 - 1983 serial.

The only way to keep myself sane in this onslaught of yellow locusts invasion of the white land. Totally viscous. Totally brutal. Totally damaging. Totally not home-coming.

The only joke I enjoyed is that every yellowskin I met on the street I saw no smile. Life must have been hard for them too. LOL.

That's the price to pay for not huddling together. But, what do they know? I am only just another clown yellowskin trying to make it in white land. Nothing special. Nothing spectacular. I just have to make my way through the white waters. I have nothing to give them. I don't even patronize their stores.

I guess yellowskins only know best how to bully their own kind.

Please enjoy the song ...

b.xox - The White Snub

The last part is here:   Matters fo the Heart

Sigh ... So many things happened over the past one year.

Same pen, different llama.

I asked the grand white chieftain for a piece of land. She replied how big do I want it? I replied in the humility. She snubbed me by saying the smallest they have for a horse ranch is 2,000 acres. Did I mention that I wish to keep horses? Sigh ... I only want to exact my dream a year ago for a llama farm. She then waved me on.

The beautiful thing is that the chieftains only want to maintain their stranglehold on their agricultural land. But, what can they do now against the yellowskin invasion and for how long? Farmers are now suffering from poor conditions and prices. Traditionally, the farmers are the worst treated ones amongst their kinship.

The grand chieftain has forgotten that I, the yellowskin, is not without help. My yellowskin partner-in-crime is a historian and a damn good one. He argued that about a hundred years ago, the whites were told to buy land at $5.00 per acre. Now the same land is worth about 85 times the original purchase price, making an internal rate of return to be 4.5%, i.e., if you buy a land and as long as it appreciates at say, 4.5% per year, you have no issue in buying it at a later date. You will still gain the same return. Therefore, put investment into businesses that give a better rate than 4.5%. You will accelerate against the growth rate of land prices. Buying the land later if you are a poor bastard. If not, buy as soon as possible, using cash.

I smiled.

She didn't know that another grand chieftain has loved me deep deep.

I love the challenge.

p.Strategy - How to survive in White Land

The last part is here:   绝情

Tomorrow is an important day for me. I am going to the white chieftains to buy their wares. It is going to be a very hard bargain ahead. How easy and difficult I not yet know. But, I should be able to feel their strengths soon enough.

Playing in the white land is really tough if you just simply think about it. You don't know any one. They don't care about giving you jobs. They just want to make you do menial tasks that they themselves shunt. They don't hang out with you. They don't even invite you for coffee, let alone Halloween or Christmas party.

You might have bought them drinks. But, they will never buy back. You were all the time wondering what has gone wrong? Your own yellowskins tried like hell to con you. The shitskins are too many and smell bad even at -50degC.

If you try to engage them, whites or shitskins in the earnest, what you get is only pure disappointment. When you hit that pit-stop, you will simply give up and think about returning to your ex-home country, that fucken little island. When you do that, you are nowhere to survive in that fucken little island ever again. You are now ostracized even by your own fuckens. Sad, isn't it?

Welcome to reality, my friend. This is immigration at its best. To stay is shit, to leave and return to little hole is shit. Then how?

That's why all the gals who happily went ahead with the immigration will happily blog about how happy they were when they landed, but diappeared totally when shit hit their walls. This is the most cruel joke ever.

Sigh ...

Not many people plan ahead. That's why my partner-in-crime always called me a cunning bastard. I have planned way, way ahead of every one else.

There is no way you can survive without support in the white land. You must have a plan. You don't go into the white land and try to get employment and cheat jobs from the white's hands. No whites will employ the yellowskins if they were to be paid the same. If the yellowskins cost way less and do the nobody-want jobs, sure the yellowskin will be able to survive, but to what ends?

Even after working for a decade without any job promotion, what are you going to achieve except to burn your candle of life for free?

Your kids are also nobodies as they only are clever in mathematics in school. They knew nuts about making in-route to white strongholds. The whites will never accept any yellowskins to their inner circles. You are the kids' father, if you yourself can't do it, what makes you think, your young blur-like-fuck kiddos can make it without experience, money, foundation and help from you, the father?

The solution

Enough said about the problem. In fact, there are even more issues. But, sufficed to say that they are indeed serious and real problems to settle.

The way ahead must therefore to stop talking in white language. Stop learning their ways, haven't you learned enough already? You are no longer young and naive. You can't jump as far nor run as fast as younger lads. Listen to yellowskins' music, shows, songs, articles and works. Fill yourself with things that are familiar to you and you alone.  You will feel loads better. With a strong inner sanctum, you will be able to smile.

Then, start exercising your strength. You came from another shit-hole into this new shit-hole. Both need shit to fill their holes. Do that! Fulfill their needs.

This is your strength. Most of the whites I met have not even travel further that 300 km from their own town. They are too poor to spend. They were so excited when I said I would treat them to a Christmas meal. They jumped up and immediately booked the restaurant in town for our meal. Of course, I am using money to buy affection. Let's not hope that they will treat me back in return. As far as I am concerned, I am only paying for the arm-candy for that Christmas meal. Even if I were to engage a social escort, it would also cost me money lah. So don't stingy-ch over such a small sum. Now these same people will guard my car when I leave for home. Keep my house in order. Check my mails. Don't you think I have gained even more? How often do you see a bunch of whites dinning happily with a single yellowskin, with the yellowskin laughing the loudest?

When you made it, you too will employ only the yellowskins as employees. They will sing yellowskin's songs, act on stage and cook your favourite yellowskin's meal.

You just have to dream big ... of course, must be correctly too ...

g.Trust - Vincent van Gogh

The last part is here:   Book - Far from the Madding Crowd

When one is lonely, it is so easy to cry. Every little opportunity is an opportunity to cry. Facing the four walls and with the slightest sound, the walls will resonate non-stopped. Tonight is that night. So silent, so cold and so very alone. The throat tasted bitter and swollen.

Without fail, the past will just zipped by like an old, old worn movie. Repeating every scene of regret as if I had not been punished enough.

Vincent has accompanied me through some of darkest times in my life. The song (Starry Starry Night) sang by Don McLean on his behalf was and still is so apt for me:

I used not to understand why Vincent could cut his ear as if it was never a part of him. Now I understand. When life is so painful to continue living, even extreme physical pain is no longer as painful as the heart's pain. I was once like that and now I understand even more so. Whenever I think of her, I really don't mind cutting myself up and pay with my blood, if only I could turn the clock back and unblood my hands ...

I don't mind losing any gals in my life. Even if I had invested true feelings in them, I wouldn't even mind the numbing of the soul after that. But, gals are never merciful creatures. They will always seek to destroy the guy's total mind and soul to exact their price.

For this one gal in my life, it was amazing that for all the things I have done for her. She chose to take away my entire soul as payment. I didn't fail her in any aspect. We had afterall 一夜夫妻百日恩。Why the need to hurt some one you have loved so dearly once. Sigh ...

"This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you."

I don't know where is she now. I just hope that she is happy and find peace. So much blood ... Tonight allow me to drink to your health. I pray that the little one will too bless and love you always. After all, you were once a mother to him.

I wrote this essay is not to lay blame on anyone. I just wish that there was never blood in my hands ... I was never born ruthless ...

“Be clearly aware of the stars and infinity on high. Then life seems almost enchanted after all.”

“It is good to love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is well done.”

“I dream my painting and I paint my dream.”

“There is nothing more truly artistic than to love people.”

“I don't know anything with certainty, but seeing the stars makes me dream.”

“I would rather die of passion than of boredom.”

“If you hear a voice within you say 'you cannot paint', then by all means paint and that voice will be silenced.”

“The fishermen know that the sea is dangerous and the storm terrible, but they have never found these dangers sufficient reason for remaining ashore.”

“I put my heart and soul into my work, and I have lost my mind in the process.”

“What am I in the eyes of most people — a nonentity, an eccentric, or an unpleasant person — somebody who has no position in society and will never have; in short, the lowest of the low. All right, then — even if that were absolutely true, then I should one day like to show by my work what such an eccentric, such a nobody, has in his heart. That is my ambition, based less on resentment than on love in spite of everything, based more on a feeling of serenity than on passion. Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me. I see paintings or drawings in the poorest cottages, in the dirtiest corners. And my mind is driven towards these things with an irresistible momentum.”

“What would life be if we had no courage to attempt anything?”

“It is with the reading of books the same as with looking at pictures; one must, without doubt, without hesitations, with assurance, admire what is beautiful.”

“I try more and more to be myself, caring relatively little whether people approve or disapprove.”

“Great things are not done by impulse, but by a series of small things brought together.”

“At present I absolutely want to paint a starry sky. It often seems to me that night is still more richly coloured than the day; having hues of the most intense violets, blues and greens. If only you pay attention to it you will see that certain stars are lemon-yellow, others pink or a green, blue and forget-me-not brilliance. And without my expatiating on this theme it is obvious that putting little white dots on the blue-black is not enough to paint a starry sky.”

Now you understand why Vincent is my true friend?

I hope I can still sleep a little ...

p.The End of a Good Final Chapter

If the chapter is good, it is sad to end.

If the memories are strong, it will never fade.

If the chapter is really that good, why is there then a heaviness?

Let the sands of time be my guide, may my heart be as soft and willing to accept my station in life.

I cannot regret. Neither can I be allowed to remember.

A little poem to read (徐志摩):

再别康橋
Saying Goodbye to Cambridge Again

輕輕的我走了，
Lightly I leave,
正如我輕輕的來；
as lightly I came;
我輕輕的招手，
I lightly wave goodbye,
作別西天的雲彩。
to the sunlit clouds in the western sky.
那河畔的金柳，
The golden willows of that riverside,
是夕陽中的新娘；
are brides in the setting sun;
波光裡的艷影，
their glimmering reflections in the water,
在我的心頭蕩漾。
ripple in the depth of my heart.
軟泥上的青荇，
The waterlilies in the soft mud,
油油的在水底招搖；
sway splendidly under the water.
在康河的柔波裡，
In the gentle waves of the Cam,
我甘心做一條水草！
I would be a water plant!
那榆蔭下的一潭，
That pool in the shade of elm trees,
不是清泉，是天上虹；
is not springwater, but a heavenly rainbow;
揉碎在浮藻間，
crumbling amongst the floating grasses,
沉澱著彩虹似的夢。
the settling rainbow seems like a dream.
尋夢？撐一支長篙，
Looking for dreams? Push a punt,
向青草更青處漫溯；
to where the grass is greener still upstream;
滿載一船星輝，
a boat laden with starlight,
在星輝斑斕裡放歌。
singing freely in the glorious light of stars.
但我不能放歌，
But I cannot sing freely,
悄悄是別離的笙簫；
silence is the music of my departure,
夏蟲也為我沉默，
even the summer insects are quiet for me,
沉默是今晚的康橋！
tonight’s Cambridge is silent!
悄悄的我走了，
Quietly I leave,
正如我悄悄的來；
as quietly I came;
我揮一揮衣袖，
I cast my sleeves a little,
不帶走一片雲彩。
not taking even a strand of cloud away.

youtube:   張清芳 - 再別康橋

youtube:   (1)   偶然 - 陳秋霞
(2)   偶然 詩：徐志摩 作曲：陳秋霞 演唱：張清芳

youtube:   陈百强 ~ 偏偏喜欢你

youtube:   胭脂扣 梅艷芳

youtube:   梅艷芳 心債 1982
明明用尽了努力　明明事事都不计
为什么万般痴心　都等如枉费
Let this be the closure I have always expected. May all who loved love. I am too old to contemplate again.

 youtube:   王靖雯 - 容易受傷的女人

youtube:   蔡楓華 倩影 1981
遙望你倩影經過
看燈飾與夜色輝映
明亮眼眸裡一縷失落
令我眼光不禁追隨

youtube:   徐小鳳 無奈
明白我愿能完全屬你　無奈身不自主
不必再管我　轉身去　縱使捨不得你

 

youtube:   張德蘭 情義兩心堅 1983
情若真 不必相見恨晚 見到一眼再不慨歎 情義似水逝去 此心托飛雁 遠勝孤單在世間 情若真 不必驚怕聚散 變化轉瞬也應見慣 誰願去揮慧劍 此心托飛雁 縱隔千山亦無間 愛比朝露 未怕短暫 存在兩心堅 情不會淡 別去已經難 重會更艱難 愛火於心間 不冷  情若真 不必苦惱自歎 縱已失去也可再挽 情緣至今未冷 此心托飛雁 那怕悲歡何妨聚散 愛比朝露 未怕短暫 存在兩心堅 情不會淡 別去已經難 重會更艱難 愛火於心間 不冷 情若真 不必苦惱自歎 縱已失去也可再挽 情緣至今未冷 此心托飛雁 那怕悲歡何妨聚散 情緣至今未冷 此心托飛雁 那怕悲歡何妨聚散

youtube:   忘盡心中情 (1982年電視劇《蘇乞兒》主題曲)

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b.Why I Am Not A Politician?

This essay concludes once and for all all my thinking behind Why I am not a Politician?

In the same vibes of Why I Am Not A Christian by Bertrand Russell or Albert Einstein's quote of God and Einstein, I am fully aware of the political price one has to pay in order to be a strong leader or a lame cock-sucker.

Malaysia is successful in democracy is because Mr Anwar Ibrahim has paid a price of imprisonment and beating up, leading to a successful grabbing of some opposition power in 2008 General Election. This was closely followed by the death of an innocent man, Teoh Beng Hock in 2009. Opposition capitalized this poor fellow's body as their altar for ubah (change). By 2013 General Election, the opposition parties made great inroads into the chinese hearts. But, at the same time, Anwar has lost many of the Malays and aborigines' votes back to the ruling parties. The chinese' claim for greater power sharing has rocked the confidence of the Malays. Thus, pushing them once again back to the ruling parties' arms. The ruling parties embittered by the poor Chinese support has immediately started their purge of Chinese privileges. The price that Chinese in Malaysia has to pay is going to be extremely heavy. In fact, in many Chinese areas, day-light armed robberies into homes have gone up by a huge quantum. The sad stories for Chinese will follow ...

The Chinese in the zeal of wanting change has forgotten that "短人财路，如杀人父母".

A wise man once advised that I must always vote for the opposition rings true in my ears. (I have mentioned this once before. Well, another story for another time.)

In the Arab world, the Arab Spring for a revolutionary wave of nonviolent and violent demonstrations, violent and nonviolent protests, riots, and civil wars in the Arab world that began on 18 December 2010, started in Tunisia. Many dictators lost their shirts that time. Link:   wikipedia.org/wiki/Arab_Spring

Tarek al-Tayeb Mohamed Bouazizi was a Tunisian street vendor who set himself on fire on 17 December 2010, in protest of the confiscation of his wares and the harassment and humiliation that he reported was inflicted on him by a municipal official and her aides. 

Mohamed Bouazizi, who was known locally as "Basboosa". His father, a construction worker in Libya, died of a heart attack when Bouazizi was three, and his mother married Bouazizi's uncle some time later. Along with his six siblings, with his uncle in poor health and unable to work regularly, Bouazizi had worked various jobs since he was ten, and in his late teens he quit school in order to work full-time. Bouazizi lived in a modest stucco home, a 20-minute walk from the center of Sidi Bouzid, a rural town in Tunisia burdened by corruption and suffering an unemployment rate estimated at 30%. According to his mother, he applied to join the army, but was refused, and several subsequent job applications also resulted in rejection. He supported his mother, uncle, and younger siblings, including paying for one of his sisters to attend university, by earning approximately US$140 per month selling produce on the street in Sidi Bouzid. He was also working toward the goal of buying or renting a pickup truck for his work. A close friend of Bouazizi said he "was a very well-known and popular man [who] would give free fruit and vegetables to very poor families."

According to friends and family, local police officers had allegedly targeted and mistreated Bouazizi for years, including during his childhood, regularly confiscating his small wheelbarrow of produce; but Bouazizi had no other way to make a living, so he continued to work as a street vendor. Around 10 p.m. on 16 December 2010, he had contracted approximately US$200 in debt to buy the produce he was to sell the following day. On the morning of 17 December, he started his workday at 8 a.m. Just after 10:30 a.m., the police began harassing him again, ostensibly because he did not have a vendor's permit. However, while some sources state that street vending is illegal in Tunisia, and others that Bouazizi lacked a required permit to sell his wares, according to the head of Sidi Bouzid's state office for employment and independent work, no permit is needed to sell from a cart.

In any case Bouazizi did not have the funds to bribe police officials to allow his street vending to continue. Similarly, two of Bouazizi's siblings accused authorities of attempting to extort money from their brother, and during an interview with Reuters, one of his sisters stated, "What kind of repression do you imagine it takes for a young man to do this? A man who has to feed his family by buying goods on credit when they fine him...and take his goods. In Sidi Bouzid, those with no connections and no money for bribes are humiliated and insulted and not allowed to live."

Bouazizi's family claims he was publicly humiliated, that a 45-year-old female municipal official, Faida Hamdi, slapped him in the face, spat at him, confiscated his electronic weighing scales, and tossed aside his produce cart. It was also stated that she made a slur against his deceased father. Bouazizi's family says her gender made his humiliation worse.

Faida Hamdi and her brother claimed in interviews that she did not slap Bouazizi or otherwise mistreat him. An eyewitness referred to by Asharq Al-Awsat claimed not to have seen Hamdi slap Bouazizi.

Both Bouazizi's mother and the eyewitness who told Asharq Al-Awsat stated that her aides had kicked and beaten him after confiscating his fruit-cart, Faida Hamdi states it might have happened and Asharq Al-Awsat denies it happened.

Bouazizi, angered by the confrontation, ran to the governor's office to complain and to ask for his scales back. The governor refused to see or listen to him, even after Bouazizi was quoted as saying "If you don't see me, I'll burn myself." Bouazizi acquired a can of gasoline from a nearby gas station and returned to the governor's office. While standing in the middle of traffic, he shouted, "How do you expect me to make a living?" He then doused and set himself alight with a match at 11:30 a.m. local time, less than an hour after the altercation.

His act became a catalyst for the Tunisian Revolution and the wider Arab Spring, inciting demonstrations and riots throughout Tunisia in protest of social and political issues in the country. The public's anger and violence intensified following Bouazizi's death, leading then-President Zine El Abidine Ben Ali to step down on 14 January 2011, after 23 years in power.

The death of this one man led to the demise of many totalitarian states in the Arab world. Once again, as I have always quoted: 

 “What country can preserve it's liberties if their rulers are not warned from time to time that their people preserve the spirit of resistance? Let them take arms ... The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots & tyrants. It is it’s natural manure.”   - Thomas Jefferson

Since I am unwilling to pay such a price, I can never be in politics. I will just travel the world in search of the best place to settle. If that place deteriorates in time, hey, I will move again. I am a wanderer, a warrior, a knight, but never a coward. I will leave silly words-mongering to the self-clever idiots who can't even dare to move away from their comfort zones.

In this time and space, a plane ticket is too cheap an alternative to politicking. Why fight a battle that I am already disadvantaged in the first place. That old guy is already 3rd-5th generations before my time. Let him build his 阿斗. A real warrior has no fear of the unknown.

At times, it is a lonesome battle. It is nonetheless a fun path.

p.The Need for Loneliness

I have mentioned earlier: To be a leader of man is a pure waste of time. There is no value in investing time in man. Men are not motivated. They are just opportunists. They are hunters by nature. They hunt all the time. They are not cooperative. They seek destruction and they seek selfish and lone gratifications.

For years I have advocated cooperative hunting. But, I failed miserably. I simply don't understand why I have failed in such a clear-cut concept. By cooperating, the benefits to all who participate are abundant. So easy, follow the Lanchester's Laws -

"Lanchester's laws are mathematical formulae for calculating the relative strengths of a predator/prey pair. This article is concerned with military forces."

"The Lanchester equations are differential equations describing the time dependence of two armies' strengths A and B as a function of time, with the function depending only on A and B."
 
"In 1916, during World War I, Frederick Lanchester devised a series of differential equations to demonstrate the power relationships between opposing forces. Among these are what is known as Lanchester's Linear Law (for ancient combat) and Lanchester's Square Law (for modern combat with long-range weapons such as firearms)."

"With firearms engaging each other directly with aimed shooting from a distance, they can attack multiple targets and can receive fire from multiple directions. The rate of attrition now depends only on the number of weapons shooting. Lanchester determined that the power of such a force is proportional not to the number of units it has, but to the square of the number of units. This is known as Lanchester's Square Law."

It simply means for a force of just two cooperatives, the force-multiplier would have been 2x2=4 individuals, i.e., a force of just two cooperatives has the capability of handling 4 individuals at parity.

Extending the concept further, for a force of three cooperatives, the force-multiplier would have been 3x3=9 individuals, i.e., a force of three cooperatives has the capability of handling 9 individuals at parity.

This concept of cooperation is simply too marvellous, but, sadly no one appreciates.

So leave the idea of leading man. They are fucking waste of time.

How about leading women?

Unfortunate for women is that they are not creative. They have almost zero creativity. They are however great followers, i.e., in short, they are great managers of rules. Give them a rule, they will follow to the letter T. But, that makes them poor sales people. Although they are great accounts managers, they are poor at knocking a creative win-win package together. They lack directions when there are none to start with.

The other bad point I already have highlighted before is they always like to jump the business owner all the time. They simply don't understand why the business owner is always so unwilling to jump them even if the hints are so obvious.

They simply don't get it or merely trying their luck all the time. I believe they know that there is a limit to how many a business owner can manage at any one time. Being a business owner, obviously he has choices. Choices beyond his wildest dream, so he automatically becomes choosy and still can play hard-to-get. This situation drives the gals even more eager to please. Sigh ... How I wish I have more capacity.

Back to the topic:   The Need for Loneliness

Because men fail us and women are next to zeros. We will be most of the time lonely. So instead of fighting it, might as well welcome loneliness as a friend. At a start, loneliness is a nasty little fellow. It gives pain. It gives anxiety. It drives confidence to the ground. It creates doubt in our scheme of things.

Ignore each and every one of these pains. Slowly loneliness becomes a true friend. In fact, sometimes I am sick and tired of attention that I crave for loneliness to return.

Interestingly, from time to time, it will return. During these times, it will create another round of loss of confidence. But, fear not, it will build more character into the person and drive businesses to the next level.

Today, I feel lonely again, but, I have arrived at 1.5% of my target. They are currently armies waiting for my deployment. Once deployed, they in turn will become force-multipliers on my behalf. Is there a hurry? NO. The white land will have another 15 years of pain. I can afford to take my time.

What if I am wrong? Well, with 1.5%, I have already outperformed my wildest dream. But, I am not happy as I am still too young to retire. Let me play the game further and report back.

My hope is to hit 3.0% in five years' time. By then, I would even be more lonely.

p.Brightness 2012

i have read Brightness 2012's blog: unknown

he has inspired me to finally write a blog, to track my progress.

it is very sad to see so many displaced people out there.

it is funny that across such a vast distance, our thoughts are so similar.

today, my eyes are wet.

in a place alone, far from the madding crowd. i am alone in a lonely room with 4 walls.

listening to the butterfly lovers tune given by darkness, i am now listening to about 5 versions of the same tune.

my eyes are starting to dry now.

to move to a new place to restart is very tough. no friends, no contact. played-out by landlord. little money left.

no one to talk to. even skype is relatively quiet.

but, the will to survive is strong in me. i will not say surrender lightly.

to return to that shit-hole is not an answer.

let me today encourage myself with this picture: 

please do not pity me for i have none to return.

thank you, darkness 2012 for allowing me to read his mind.