Impossible to Possible!

Alan says beyond impossible to describe the feeling… O yes the man indeed has feeling! Nietzsche also said that his feeling for Parsifal as a negation of all his feeling and deepest desire... and my feeling? well let me see...Impossible to Possible!

Styles and Enchantment

Australia I am blessing on your future!

Australia I am tapping on your pulses!

Romeo and Juliet Races

The princess and the prince of republic of Australia!


Indeed they are both handsome and good looking fit for the love race! They are bloody thirsty vampires! Suck your blood out from your vein name of love and left you bleeding to death! I salute the filthy democracy!! But mind you have to have a firm ground for the dirty game without the firm ground you can not win the game? So what is the firm ground? That is the questions! You can see their poisonous daggers behind their charming smile! http://www.theaustralian.com.au/national-affairs

I Sold My Soul To The Devil!

While I was riding an escalator, I embarked a young lovers with school uniform, muggy buggy hug each other riding down while I was riding up to opposition. They were tangled sun snake and staved each other their space shuttle-crafted lips, invaded my space, her dark long hair beautifully covered his face too! what a view was! The frustrated Romeo and Juliet unions of regimentation at an escalator. WOW nice nice I said to myself bit loudly and to them as well, I was really cheering them you know! Mind you, I really mean you know, then they were suddenly parted their faces and lips, sense of sensibility, pit-bull terrier territorial eyeballing and sneering at me. They thought I invaded their privacy! Hey it is open space, I own the view, it is my view I snared at them back and I went up with merry merry! And been thinking that gee that was nice! In my days, school uniform means prisoner chaste-belt, you were bound to until the graduation, starched white collar with dark winkles mean uniform goes with black stocking black polished shoes, a coat during the winter and white tops with black skirts summer white socks! Public expect you behave such, a certain way as you were not betrayed their expectation. Uniforms provide the shelter for certain period of our life that we can concentration on things what we need to learn I suppose. As we didn’t have much chance to do things ourselves without the “you-know-what” scolding down hawk eyeballing, almost always herd, were flocking together excursions and nice timid uniform to concerts and sit nicely timed chair and listen docile timidity. Meet a boy? Hell no! Just side glance other timid school uniformed boys or some girls were infatuated their private tutors! I was crazed about the some hundred years old apotheosized Faust with seemliness passion! Yes Faust! I feast every fragment of his soul! What is wrong with me? Well yes I sold my soul to the devil long ago! So the young lovers, well they boiled their youth and reverenced their right in stark daylight! That was looking cool! Ditch uniform! Truly devilish yours!

Believe or Not

"You are a dreamer to seek what is not to be found here below." But she has been mine. I have possessed that heart, that noble soul, in whose presence I seemed to be more than I really was, because I was all that I could be. Good heavens! did then a single power of my soul remain unexercised? In her presence could I not display, to its full extent, that mysterious feeling with which my heart embraces nature? Was not our intercourse a perpetual web of the finest emotions, of the keenest wit, the varieties of which, even in their very eccentricity, bore the stamp of genius?

The words were for me! She declared, the 13 years old girl put her head into old love savage, she was the scavenger, consumed dead love fleshes, ravenously swallowed love wounds and godly agonies. Durance her entire world swaps off her ground forever caged agonistic to her soul. You never free from these words! You know. She just comes out from a primitive village to a huge big city, embarking into all the were white faced charming snobs, she was alone so dark ugly tall and timid country girl, didn’t know what to do with her dark skin and cohobated oddities. Just so ugly country girl! (Ever since I never suntanned my skin.) All the sky her field and sea so far away. So her confession was reading, music and painting and talking herself. Not that she wanted to do but not much else thing to do; while she could not fit into “sophistication” Thanks to the corded-booted iron gate custardy- no side glance, but a straight head up strict straight forward -- we could only feed; old boring stuffs, classics western literatures, bruised bleeding love songs, wonder why love is so agonizing never happy always bloody painful and deadly!! Winterreise for example you die with so sadness broken heartiness and immense lonesomeness. We learnt these brokenness hearts so young age! Leant to how to be sucker for love and die with love! Some girls are keep up so sucker for love and some never do! Thus we long for lunatic shelter for our tattered souls. I am afraid of these brokenness. I consciously avoid that kind of bareness so far or probably not! I don’t know?! Anyway my youth lots of German love songs inculpated into hermit salvaged delight. What is out come? Me now of course ridicule? Thereby huge space of my own important!

Goethe, he was the little girl salvations, “The Sorrows of Young Werther” O man, she was blown off! Read word by word in the rip caged unrequited love. He was the most romantic man in whole universe in her eyes, she become possessive of him. A devotee of her “he-never-died-for-sure” She memorized his lines, and deeply mourn he wrote these passionate lines to other woman instead of me. And been thinking these words were for me! She believed. When you read the “Roman Elegies,” make you more passionately pissed off so she stop read these one stage. Amazing all these years her “feverish infatuations” to “deep appreciation.” A soul dying for love, you know without love you can not ride the escalated deadly rollercoaster mad trap. But mind you this is my view only. But, however love is not always deadly trap either; it can be the victors'sucker I believe!

Bit of Understanding!

Korea, politics and economic maturities put aside for while, spiritual maturity, we still long way to go to become one Korea. We used learn a song “the unification is our hope, the unification is our dearest dream …, the unification…,” alongside “ red north is our the first, and foremost deadly enemy of enemy…” Older generation still very hostile to the “bbahlgangee(red)” our generation bit of skeptical and “ none of my business” don’t care thing. Koreans we must understand that we have thousands years of same history, culture and same root, everything same but the ideology, which has been divide for more than six decades without Korean’s consent. Wounded land, she has been cut her waist; upper to “north” and down to “south” for how long she is going to suffer in this way? We wonder sometime. World become so close, global village but another side of our Korea is much distant than any other part of the world. One of most sad and heart wrenching things is, people ask me “where are you from?” “I am a Korean-Australian!” I answered and then they asked me again “ north or south? So I answered “Korea!” but then they insisted to know which part of “ north or south” this is happened about only 5 or years ago! Not long, used they just accepted as “ Korea” but now they wanted the clarification; “north or south “ they make me a choice where should I belong to, I want to belong to “Korea” not “north or south” that makes me immensely sad. When looking at from outside, objectively, in this way I can see things less subjectively, become more clearer my understanding of Korea. I am not talking about politics, I am talking about our own kind, humanity, when most people, emotionally economically rich; they are generous to others. That is goodness, or spiritual maturity. Prior to the Berlin Wall smashed down, I met many then West German people; I admired their generous affection of their then East Germans. They didn’t bar anyone talk badly about “East German!” All of them were keep saying “we are all same German!” They were very broad minded and spiritually mature, ownership of their mission in their generation “ the unification” their deep sympathy and willing to understand their ideologically different brothers and sisters. I wonder and hoping we “south” Korean people should learn from then the West German’s mindset, bit more affection to our “north” Korean brothers and sisters. We should reach them out with tolerance and understanding from civilian level. Economical maturity should go hand and hand with spiritual maturity, without these we only can sing “ the unification is our dearest hope, our dream is the unification…” is remain as just a dream only!

The Secrete Receipt of Most Tasty Bread In the World!

Knock-out glorious! I don’t not buy breads, they were tasteless. My taste of food all based on my childhood food. cling on the unpretentious humble Korean countryside food, no arrogant just humble all home cooking. That is why I can not eat or drink any of instant food or drink. Simply my system is not used to these greasy fat saturated food, except ice-cream. I have also large problems with cooking my own food; I was not trained to cook even simple cooking, so my food taste is not really advanced still remain as primitive humble Korean country style home cooking, my childhood. Especially bread, my grandmamma breads, mixed with our own brewery beer! I am not making this up! See Here the evidence! If you tasted on her breads you could know what I mean. Say when you and your fried friend share the bread you don’t know even when your friend died beside of you because so tasty; soft white smell of beer, smell of brewery house in your mouth, smell of bit vinegar, mixed tangy hard to described taste, knock-out nevertless, inside red bean or nuts stuffed, sometimes just white so eat with golden honey beside pine tree log burning and read story books and cartoons. Especially cool season, a giant black pot at bathing room kitchen burning with pine lump logs burning, smell of pine logs burning away with “ccrik crickik… red hot fire warm you and you sit beside fire mouths, and reading while was waiting my buns ready. You would never guess city brewery like you – you loss- I win of course. Very nice sweet moment soon reward you tasty prize! Then finally steam huffing –puffing fluming furiously yelling from side lid, ignored their yelling for while, let them yelling, meaning good yelling for their dutiful tasks. And grandmamma or whoever duty that kitchen says; “ Child move little over!” So I move from the pot, then the lid flung was opened! Full scream of stream escaped their furry sudden force and saying “ gosh it was hot there!” then they all clearly away air, and then inside white linen clothed layer, there were buns nicely arrays lined up with their fate into my mouth. Yum yum you never know what I am saying you lose I win!! Do you think I should applied a paten for this receipt? Hummb..., But I only know how to eat?

Heartbroken

I was heartbroken utterly last night for our another Korean team. I went a pub again, I was alone front of a small screen one corner and other corner had a huge screen already was occupied a gang Portugal supporters. They were keep saying “North Korea North Korea” every goals they shout, their cheers rose loudly so as my feeling was snaking down deeply, rainy ground all but sad. I said to them “just one goal guys just one goal!” but they didn't so I left when score was 4-0, and had a ice-cream underway home, sat a bench moon looking down at me, so I curse at her, she didn't do anything to the game for us, and had little cry, ice-cream taste was funny! Our guy were lost bit lost spirit so early, it was mind game yourself, I don’t know still why they gave away so many goals, not that they were bad players, but lost balance because they disappointed by themselves so early. They had to free of restraint of what was held for their spirit. All but sad, but that is game anyway one has to lose so that one wins. Life is that all about that. But mind you life is not end anyway we gather things again stand up and keep going again again… I think I am not going watching soccer for time being… I don’t want my heartbroken again that is why…going to read hard scores numbers… Not soccer scores mind you!

Hello Chollima

All you have to do is run just like who you are truly from ancient soil
wild brave gracefully for your land across wounded river breasts
across heartless no man land just run for this moment for yours only

Down Under Fire!!

My KIWI Mate All Whites All WOWW just now! Whooarly All Whites has a goal just now amazing stuff! Wow All Kiwi gone banana next few days!!! Promulgation of down under superiority I declare my ownership of down under, I must say our Socceroos too they did very well with 10 men ingratitude foot work. To be informed what is going on if I am not going to sleep OK! Here is Kiwi commentary head and head blog, gosh livery ants are creeping around ethic of goal, mush mush impious creeping words. They are talking about possessiveness, the possessor or possessed of the cult. Wonder all the live bloggers dead on Sunday, probably they hold their shunned hand on crimson glass and rituals exercise of end of Sunday...!wELL done Kiwis, don't be a such snob!

Disowning Red Devil Jellyfishes

Better Mood-UpDate; Write bit more of my bitterness of the red devil performance! Can you imagine I was in a pub! I would like to a feel really what is like to be whole mad crowd, a handsome Argentinean just sit behind my table and saying “Korean?” he was greeting and I said “yes! Are Argentinean?” he said “yes good luck!” But I just smiled, some how beneath, a devil said to me that “don’t say anything to him!” so I just smile at him and I saved my word! Anyway I regretted my stingy action I should have been nice to him too as he did to me! Honestly I have been thinking why so distinctively physically difference players! Argentinean was good, their magical foot work, graceful movement, art-form good natured, grotesquely grilled their affection each other, strangely loveable and touching, you see we Korean are brought up confused Confucius slab, we never display each other affection in a public sphere; restrain is virtue, you come long way to be little silly or half mad! I like the other Korean team Chollima, they might restoration of my sprit through guide by the genius loci! Still have a choice! It is nice to have lots of choice! So I can move my affection to one and another!

The red devil lost, they didn’t do well, they didn’t fight like warriors but bunch of jellyfishes tidal waggles, gingerly struggle with bunches of huge ablest of wreckages! So the red devils were waggled, weighed man-made terror horror! No where to be seen, ball there but no red devils there to greed with their sphare! Speed and gravity the counter-intuitive in your sphere, you have to conquer the sphere with speed! The red devil had no sense of direction, deadly bowlegged nothingness rupture! Any my passion soccer is a great mirage which retreat a deep mountain; surround by sharp of pertain cloud and I will fish not a jellyfishes but golden fishes! Telling myself “ Young Sun, don’t venture our as a physical rapture, it is a time for mental rapture, endurance is all about mental thing, you have to see yourself first and then see your enemies.” Surround by enemies without where you are you lose, you have to firmly bases, without base you are just a crippled, half blinded and deaf gulf open your gate for everyone come in come in! So you are homage ablest of wreckage of your own shore! You have to strong enough control that mess!

RED DEVIL’S PAGEANTRY OF VENGEANCE AND HATE

Tonight, here is the RED DEVIL, ready to the pageantry of vengeance and hate of their land of dream, born into conniving flesh “han” affiliation of self-mutilation self-pity. Whether they like it or not they have to live with whole Korean expectation of “ han” so their fight tonight is “to be killed or to kill their enemy”, in the field, the warriors of true war! Fierce urgency bold gravity utter grace they will fight for their land and their people with fortitude, determination, and mental agility ! Strategic movement is eloquent bony taunt beyond people’s imagination! That is what we made from, a double-winged altarpieces, fight like a gladiators if they win they will spare for their life otherwise they will buried in that field of angry Korean mobsters(I am one of them ofcourse)! To endure to underground, to gaggle, to be tuned dissimilated, and to devote of utter acolytes!"

CHOLLIMA

Now our another Korean team "CHOLLIMA" ready to run!! Great Mystical name goes with the Great Guys! Beautiful romantic name indeed!

Also Our down under mate Kiwi All White has done a great job!! Well done All White! You should give your mate Socceroos some friendly wining even even tips!!

Some day, you know some day not long from now, terrible feeling that the two Korean team end up the Final? That would be very unbearably nice indeed love and vengeance pinnacle of their mane runs through waist of their land!! I think everyone should cheer up the first time "CHOLLIMA" !

A Great game well done Korean Red "CHOLLIMA" ! What a splendorous game! The Goal! We have a bright future!

Inferno Socceroos!

Inferno Socceroos mania! Your dammed performance! Are you not shame? Are you not mad or still not mad ye? Shame on you! If I were you I shave my head and go to deep mountain and tending bloody wound and friend of shame rest of your life and never come out this carnivorous jungle! I tell you what! I woke up -no alarm need to set, I can wake up any time I want -- and become an elaborate fateful spectator, watching the game --saw the mad Korean-Greece game!! Korean were mad weren’t they? Their faces were banqueting with hate, that vengefulness they can cater for tsunami for lovely monument-- I even was looking at a live blog too, I was thinking that if we have a goal I will participate the live blog too, shot my vocalic words through the world and decorate my heart with sheer glory of your gallantry! I said “ a goal guys just one gory goal start with, that will do! I was more then ready to convey my enthusiasm for the Socceroos! If a goal I might go out join rest of crow at a pub! Because if I watch the game with all together would be more fun, because been through Korean game, that would be fun watching whole madness. I could be tolerated crowd with sprit of comrade mates! Sneering live blog for German fans, growl myself “ don’t be a such a snob ass! Don’t honking your fingers through bullhorns in your keyboard! I will see you a little late, with my bullion gigantic words, crush your creepy pests off your beneath the beetle dung! Just a goal guys! I said to myself. I promised myself, your magic shot! Remote control laptop beside of me, ready to do to multi-tasks goddness multi-hands multi-heads. I was more then ready you know! O And I heard “ German get a goal……………………..llll, what? You are kidding, na na na… it can’ t be true! Too early only 9 minutes… It can’t be true…!!!. But it was true…! O no you can’t do that that is so early! What is so early? Never too early name of the game! O how could you do that!? all of sudden all the morning was broken, air is crack, my mouth is bitter with coffee, with a saliently motorcade to a stolen generations, land of tortoise feet marsupial mastiffs races, crocodile tears, land of blue sky and endless sandy moody, I hate you Socceroos, well yes you eat grass drink pearly mist, while enemies are carnivorous drink blood, there are full of carnivores in the camp and they all drink human blood, full of vultures. All meat eaters! Bloody vegan Socceroos, how could you win the game, what is Socceroos anyway? That is wrong name too! Gosh they have no vengeances, no burning hate! Born into silver-spoon in their mouths they have no desire fight to death! I growl growl…
Only 9 minutes they give them a goal, it is ridiculous losers… change the name and call yourself evil or monster, hurricane eyes, blood shot eyeballing with the enemies or man eater or hunted vampire or the ghost, rise from grave and suck the stinking enemies blood, buckle down your sacrament of beat yourself against shame million times and rejuvenated yourself thrust the world!!!..... Gosh I am utterly raving lost interest your bootlaces mish-mesh kick, your risible, nutty performance! And I am going to sleep! So I went to back to sleep!.... phone rang rang rang, ALAN was, he was saying Scocerroos lost German has 4 goals!... he said with no feeling in a matter of fact!! I must say the Scocerroos didn’t do well! What a detached third party’s non-sentimental comment! FM news wagering in goony kitsch wordings whaling whaling bloody all day the Scocerroos scarecrow lost by 4 goalll…. 4 goallls not only one but a 4 goallls…. No one want owns the scarecrow… But you know you would be the Killer again…!!! Killer…Not romance with nuns but with harlots... Executioner and Harlot will do...

Love Torment

Few days back, middle of night I woke up, a thing comes to my mind which made me a panic. The world cup soccer fever, the mania mania, I am not a great fan of any sport. Except my solitude activity- which I immensely enjoy--- Heinously, all of sudden a things really going to happens.
“Australian and Korean teams will end up the gory glory final WOW!!” O man! I was very excited very indeed excitement! I was a little girl again! I can see really that awesome glory happens! All of sudden, in a deep dilemma, I have to make a choice which team I am going to cheer!” I was thinking that it happens really and then thinking is not just thinking but it comes to reality that is happening. Truly I was torment by the prospect of the ultimate choice of love, old theme the choice of love, between two lovers! I have to make my mind up and make the choice and I was morbid the thinking of that happens! I said to myself “Young Sun you have to make your mind up which team you are going to cheer! I was deeply tormented by it honestly, sake of thinking, thinking over thinking, exploration continually presumptuously mulling over budding love of the two teams but I could not make my mind up after all still uhm...! Not that I am a patriot or traitor, but dread of the situation I might be in! Ensure myself if that happens I will go to the Simpson desert and wrestling over lone sunset, recite mongrel lone love or a deep mountain where ancient sages are living with clouds’ wit, a ravaged morning mist on buds sky stream, snowy love kiss to a pure orchids, I could lived with that sages’ mind forever so I don’t have to make the love choice! I am getting smarter and smarter!!!

P.S. I challenge Buruma’s prediction, I declare my two teams will be the glory of winners for sure! I also add a cheer to my fellow North Korean team doing well too! Gosh it really hard to make the endless choice!!

I, The Colossal Sea Monster

Few months back, few nights continuously I was dreaming of me a dark colossal monster rising from sea bed. And a night I wend to my computer I search something but I can not remember what was I was searching for- I was sleeping probably- but I got out this image from the Wikipedia, I just accepted this monster as me without second thought - don’t ask me why I can not explain it but I just accept this monster was me that I was dreaming - and went to sleep again. On next day I try to find the exact page but I can not remember what page was, in this image I can not see my face, just dark face with a formable tails, just soaring to the dark sky.

World View

When top level guys look down, they see only shit;

When bottom level guys look up, they see only assholes


I found this from my inbox!

The World of the Knowledge Management!

The below is I find from my inbox.

Last month a world-wide survey was conducted by the UN.

The only question asked was:

"Could you please give your honest opinion about solutions to the food shortage in the rest of the world?"

The survey was a massive failure because of the following:

1. In Eastern Europe they didn't know what "honest" meant.
2. In Western Europe they didn't know what "shortage" meant.
3. In Africa they didn't know what "food" meant.
4. In China they didn't know what "opinion" meant.
5. In the Middle East they didn't know what "solution" meant.
6. In South America they didn't know what "please" meant.
7. In the USA they didn't know what "the rest of the world" meant.
8. In Australia they hung up as soon as they heard the Indian accent.

You Can Judge A Book By Its Face Surly!

I read somewhere, a guy was saying that he is ugly but his mind is beautiful, well I don’t think so. Well ugly mean ugly, this stingy guy presumably well known around traps, that doesn’t mean he has beautiful mind. He tries to save few buck for his cosmetic surgery. I think ugly people with ugliness are mindless. Their virulent mind tries to justify their coxcomb misery ugliness. Beautiful people with beautiful mind, faltering beguiled human offense, people hate them. How could you have an ugly face with beautiful mind? People with comfortable with their gruesome beauty they should not so worry about their thin knifed ugly bulginess. I have been thinking of cosmetic surgery, but I am afraid of seeing women’s shafted beauty, their face are thin plateful tofu, waste not want not beauty in the Chinese restaurant waste bin. Full of Botox-boozed-squished-kennel faces timeless beauty, we fined glory infinity of human farces. I supposed that is honest human endeavor too. They fried their face with dullard neon light roasted golden chicken crispy skin, and knifed with under gaveled thieves rioting hands as they come as wholesome un-favorite-misery-bar in their morning mirror. They faced on their full length mirror face to face with vampire impaired smile and asked, “mirror mirror who is the most gruesome beauty in the world? You of course!” mirror shout back at their face with venomous curses every morning. These pandering curses ruined the ugliest hob-knobs. Anyway I am just bit of misconstructions of ugly face beautiful mind analogy in here. Do not try to justify your ugly face, insult yourself hail yourself with flattery human fallacy! I hate ugly people they are deadly offensive! But remember the theme of Beauty is in the eye of the beholder!

Imperfect goddess

HA HA HA
You know we all know about we are in the hand of madness, nature is greeting its greediness, thieves’ sultriness their empty wallets in a rustling green lined streets, I am in here read this defy me not drop dead gourmet glories of human niftiness. You know Shakespeare-in-waiting in their grave yard this is funnies thing, skeletons can dance in their bonny bums all night until dawn, you can imagine as English or any other languages is not your mother tongue sometime you come across this drop dead gorgeous hilarious delirious desirously verbal bloom-try-hard. I once, filled a visa applicant form, races section “yellow” can you imagine, that is right, when I translated Korean to English or any other language I am a “yellow” race that is what Korean is, so I only can translated Korean to English that is the exact word. O dear my word, you are declasses of grand with a rotten childish smile, dressed with an honorable thieves’ creed, an elegance amorous traitor in a lady arms, and here comes with the goddess revenge in her imperfect aegiss.

Proof Me Not Or Proof Not Me

While I was self-checking out a supermarket. I noticed a Chinese girl, about 15 or 16 years old just another side(by the way under age person can buy things at a supermarket without a patron?), hold her dearest weathered mobile and was absolutely full concentration on talking in her feeble tongue slaughtering at deem light. She was discussing a move with a friend. Unbelievable affliction of herself to know what was the move like in a middle of supermarket self-check out. She still feed goods in self-checking machine and talking simultaneously. Very very fast speaking with full of glees and rages with full of vigorous must-know. Cruel tempo on proof me not or proof not me everyone ears. She didn’t even notice everyone were watching her with bit of despair and amusement, just talking away happy waffled body language. If she is your sister, you could give her a huge scold with crocodile – teeth doodle smile. “ how could you so mean so selfish thankless, conformable with feeble derogatory in your clap-trap in your hell-sizzling in your tongue!” I could not help myself but was cheering her up evilly and saying to her in my breath’ “keep going keep going, don’t care about a huge queue behind you, they can wait until you finished your jostles consensual nonsense!” And all of sudden, a dandy with conscious stern faced Chinese girl with a supermarket uniform(a sourer milling face winkled well starched napkin look)- she could have been a older sister of the girl was-in-talking- about 18 years old appeared, and was circling around the girl-in-walkie-talkie like a hen in a chicken shade. She went around right side and poking her head to her and left side again and was poking head to her with very very stern sisterly nun face- few times. But still this girl-walkie-talkie, didn’t squawky in her bum from front of lunatic nerdy self-checking machine. I was watching both of them and was killing myself laughing alleging vigilance. Finally the girl-in-walkie-talkie full realizing of her found-dead-laughing-stock-self unclaimed fame and gather her famed goods and while the girl in-stern-sisterly-stern-face stood at near watching her out. And across I was watching them with wit of rails. What a fortunate night trespassing each other finest growing hilarious disposition. I hate a mobile, I was lionizing for and longing for a days where there was no mobiles! I was somehow longing for a privilege of closeness and longing for bit of primitiveness of tenderness from this morbid madness

Foolish of Probability!

Probability! Here is STROGATZ's scary touch flesh blooded chances of his life! Humh our life is Probability, everything are made from chance. I always have been thinking about “Probability” in our life; being killed by someone, or run over by cars or something… here, the life of Probability of being a woman. I have seen so many battered woman many difference background, with so many reasons, the reasons are never the same, so many women have been killed by their lovers name of love in here I gather; “love her so much so I killed her…” that is their dedicated excuse. Love is paradox I think. Anyway as long as human existence we have to live with that Probability that is also Probability! I never thought about math is so enchanting guise, roofed rooted with every province of Probabilities in our life. Probabilities are everything! What a silly thing to say! I must say. But then life is all about beat Probability! It is a vicissitudes of epitomizing.

The Road of Enlightenment – Be Silly

I really like to write myself, a new found niche for expert in exert myself in this world. Show me off, no one do that add-on mighty job, so I do myself until I get a famous for my foremost art of work of autographical immortal poem in my silliness. Then other person do that for me.

Prof Krugman says The moral, I believe, is that only someone who doesn’t take himself too seriously is really fit to produce ideas that make the world a much better place.

I have been thinking, this is word for me really honestly, I am a such girl not really take serious of myself, so do you think I can produce hot shot ideas that make the world a much better place? Well I don’t care whether my ideas make this world good or bad but rather I would like to be a fame-famous that is all. I think really this word a living profit of my being ! I made it as my creed” SILLY”, as it really encourage me became a silly girl! But what happen if I don’t take myself serious who does take serious of me? When I was a little girl I was not encourage to smile, because my grandmamma used to say: you should not smile abundantly because no one take you seriously! So I never smiled alligator-ish until I left the oldy-mouldy squawky confused Confucius dogma. I thought that was really hard become a good human being, but this word is really encourage me become a silly and same time become a good human; you have a cake and eat too! what it means is that “ you must be a silly girl then you are in a business, you can finish off your unfinished business!” Alan thinks I am a ridiculously impossible! I think I am a very natural -- I must padded infallibility my shoulder and let the world know that I am deadly serious person in a silliness gown. How this sound? Here I go with full of silliness with full of great ideas which make this world is reeling shining! When I die I tombstone will bears “here the greatest silliness refused to die!

I thank Young Sun Kim-Walker

Thanks to Young Sun Kim-Walker, for such nasty temperament, it is difficult to understand her why she is so bad tempered and boiling all the time. Any decent human being without unprejudiced unable to understand her. So normal sane human don’t try Ok. If you can not deal with her just condemn her but you should aware she is vengeful, the coiled demon rising dark night deep oceanic bed, she is a cold blooded demon, she is after you if you are a stupid scumbag. Dark night, she is rising in her deep abyss and stalk you through your sleepless night with your dead end. Her slithering poisonous tongue You will be shiver, cold sweat though your spine, she will stark your white night as she made you as her enemies. Young Sun is well known for “ a dog with a bone!” She will never let you go without her justification if you are her mouth. So if you are a succumbag arsshole you better worries deep worry until you stupid brain melting into blood clots or brain hemorrhage and then finally you will end your little life. I thanks Young Sun, for her irascible nasty tongue makes her enemies full hysteria, sodomy of their own mouth their own ass and their own undoing, Young Sun she can not separate herself sanity for insanity, she is excitable, moody and bloody, just natural as unveiling mystery of human nature, truly remarkable hence no vagaries understanding where she is coming from. Anyway many thanks to Young Sun her nice commentary about her characteristics, her vengeful lucidly warnings for her enemies and her out of orbital suggestions.

Upgrade myself: I think I don’t want to pin down myself all nasty kind of thing. You see I care my friends how they think of me, so I have to wretch my keyboard defend my nasty self or bit of attempt to influence what you think of me. You know I can be very sweet pea(inside of me, a very old man and a little girl co-existent) if you are my friend but then I don’t make friend, I know lots of people but I don’t know who are my friend that is also problems. O yes I don’t think that is problem at all. I think no one want to be my friend because I don’t want to be your friend anyway. It is such grief making friend but it is joy to be a just a friend. But mind you I can be very very loyal you know, if you are my friend even if you don’t care about me, I never betray you but I betray myself, as I am very sweet sweet you know I want you know that my other side too; rubbery dark bitter sour. We all committed each other to death but we all go alone. You know we all come from this world wet seed, few seasons we grow ourselves warmth arranged begins and ends, and we departure from the season a turf of dry ash.

Deadly Love!

Hey you! What are you looking at? Stop ogling me! Come hug me, I light a fire in your heart, burn together! From the Man and his bombshell.


http://www.theage.com.au/entertainment/theatre/survival-of-the-satirist-20100410-rzvx.html

Blaze, Namugunsambosal… Halleluiah..,

Blaze, namugunsambosal… halleluiah.., neither respect nor not respect region of religion, I just can not get on very well with them. Like faithless friends. Fanatical glued map in your mind. I was born into and brought up deeply sure religious family one or another way, the tatted united systemic rituals, I still angry, I believe that I was brain washed by them, that makes me entirely derailed. You see if you over do, it twisted into opposite poles. I think a parent should respect child right; term of their choice of religion. Not put a child head from their cradles saying-- hey you believe this because - “ I say so!” Well if I were child “get stuff mamma!” I will pick my believe when I am 18 years old, then I know what I am doing = devil +angel = super confused full self centered brat. Sink or swimming, well eventfully come around… search yourself…

As my earliest memories; e.g, lullabies, moldy oldy smells candles, dark hard cold wooded floor beautiful heartless embroiders silk cushions‘” namugunsambosal… tuk-tak tuk-tak tuk-tak… sunbeam face wake up. And with went to bed with humble water stream, and Hallelujah hallelujah hallelujah...Sunday church..., so if I denied them, they are not part of my make up, then the ten thousand god will send to me the Mujahidin camp for a silence gala training again. Still my way of thinking are based on this deep concoction of bit of pieces; Buddhism Confucianism, Shamanism, Taoism and Christen, 123ism, anyism, ism ism… etc… you name them… deep down there, I am under the “ten thousand gods spell!” They also on my disposal mind you so I am very powerful my own right under my spell! Believe is very powerful. But if you believe yourself you don’t have to bargain anyone. Once I told a friend who was very devotee Muslim, I said to him “ I am my own god!” he looked at me serenely beautifully with a great pity, but he was too polite to spill his thought and tell me I was mad. Whoe confusion chaos heehe and I cruises around if I find something interesting I take it, make my ownism. So my world of religious views highly hybrid. Freedom of choice-ism, one-human-god-ims, I hangs out my believe to search for ditch. Believe Or Not is my religion. No one disowned me or I disown nobody. As long as they not seduce me getting into their buggery self inflicted crumbling scrums, I respect their every believe believe even if their buggery. But I have problems the Catholic rapists’ saga make me deeply angry because children involved name of god. It is celibacy. Church says don’t make love, it is sin, but name of god buggery is ok, as long as you can get away! You dame smart enough so that make sure no one catches your buggery! If anyone catches you, well you are then dead! Another hand church says, begotten children as much possible for increase future buggery pool. How could any stainless breached god standing front of people and feed spoonful mouth two faced creed and saying “ clean clean!” well sterilized creed not for fertile minds because not tasty enough to feed immense human taste surly! I rather discussed with a life with a drunken whoring zen monk a sleazy back street bar then a rapist from a grand shining celibacy dean.

Prof Krugman's April Chant!

Here we gather, thumb up! a trade for equality to inequality good or worst, skilled and unskilled on g-string aria, smiling each other faces and back knifing each other back. Meet each other our intensities on PP line “Butt For” and make best of it, and get each other out Right! Sound good to me Figure 10, “Ass If” it is called April Chant!


Disclaimer: Any errors are unintentional!

Killing in Geometry!

Gosh I really like This Guy! His name is STEVEN STROGATZ! Well this guy is string of eminent in his fancy fan! Come your little cursives brains can kill the cat in here! He says. His fain his main! He is in love in his love twiddle in his cradles! hUP this naked gentleman is really cool. Are you not agree? Any way he is telling us shortest cut our life from in here and there! From birth to death in a second! --By the way I read an article that self-hanging is the most effective form of end your life, it is called a hanging in pole, a geometry killing! If you are thinking of have one! Hey I am not liable in here! -- Love geometry, I found them in everywhere, leaves flowers cloud. Our little school in my village, we had a wonderful teacher, he was a principle too, a small school of course waste not want not. He taught us math and geometry; sometime we went out field trips near mountain and shore, founding geometry in seashells, stones, flowers plant leaves and in your eyes…etc. I know something very significant in geometry; it is a godly form, yes everything has its relations. My attraction geometry is the beauty, wondrous beauty in every form, never thought about that, logic well yes if that is logic then I am very logical which Alan is disagree, very physical glorious beauty. When I write poems, imagination of imagery, abstract forms which relation in every relation, I have a space aircraft in my imagination across milk way bridge, visual form very visual things; horror terror in warriors gowned, they come to me as a mirage of horizon, sometimes puzzle for long time I could not figure these out, but tucked into my mind and all of sudden come to me a real form so I write poem…. Awe, brilliant beauty which I can not described that makes me cry and humble…

Geometry Update: Wikepedia Sacred Geomerty

Hey I Found This First!

Yes indeed, a nice juicy cool stuff, all spicy brains congealed with oiled with a buxom palpable in their scoreboards! Great great very alluring free night cap.

Prof Greg knows where is nice things to get free! dig here and “Modigliani-Miller Theorem” nicely explain, this M-M Theorem I intented to follow up and I forget it for while. When I encountered this M-M first time, I had to pull out my brain from the box and I counted it with my coils and strings on my scoreboard, tried to figure out this grace of garbage gallows scores!

“The Modigliani-Miller theorem says leverage and capital structure are irrelevant,…”

THE SHARE PRICE....

I WANT TO LIVE!!! you die!

This afternoon I went to walk the university cemetery, went thought the little lane of white rose bush. Death mean death nothingness. Air was stuffy just normal so normal. The way the daylight stake bare every gravestone. Not an infinity not a mystery but a death, scentless death. I didn’t have any feeling toward these glittering golden hands shake. Went through bit further, narrow gapped little road and I lost waste kind of inside cemetery. All poking out cross like skeleton hands, waves aimless clouds. Sunday so they might cross crossing their god. Nice spot around ready for another death. You veiled your primordial earning front of lifeless stones. Few pictures around, but they were not lively, the moment of origin is gone so no more invisible beauty in their faces.
Mystery rhythms flows wildest nastiness, all the aliment of life is not there. No one imposed liberty or law or nothing just let themselves be there, but they are not validate anything at all! That is why they are dead, that is not infinity but they lost of their origin of life; that is their nothingness!
No one blogging on Sunday so all economists must be dead on Sunday!! A nice day to be dead for all economists! A nice to be dead the creation of the universe day!

Lovely duopoly!!

Krugman Copy Right 543-march-8
Krugman Copy Right 543-march-10
But I have license to steal so I am stealing it stark daylight!

Lots of nice flying objectives! ETs’ chewing gums! My favorite nice charts work. I can make charts very beautifully too, and I think all the text books must be full of pictures so make us fun to learn. Like cartoon, Sesame Street! Wow that case I will be the TOP! Wouldn’t’ be nice everything just charts!

This dumping thing is two edges sword. In a business, we trained to exploit ruthlessly every possible ways, chivalry is dead as they says, this hyper-competitive arena you have to everything to do make buck; make happy tax man, staff, and your lover etc... Free market has an inviolable vile deed. But this not means us across to boundaries. There no such thing win win in a business I think. What a ridiculous crap concept. You die I live! Ethological human ethology!!!

Korea, USA beef import saga that was very political suicidal attempt for Korean government. Watching distant I could understand two different view points clearly. I neither agree nor disagree with both sides. I was not torn between two at all. Because I could see in the two side of coin clearly. But strictly I agreed with K-government! Grown painlessly. It was deeply rooted incorrigible emotional thing! Korean farmers were forced to “scarifie” during the economic growth. They had to supply cheap food for city workers who made things cheaply so that pay must be a peanut so food must cheap, so Korea could export cheap products.

But nice to see now all the countries and all the people become a savvy they know their right and their entitlement and what they are getting. We are become a very smart global family. All credit to the technology.

Recently at news, a lady from Mildura, her handbag was stolen while she was shopping. She was out of mind out of site. All her saving in her bag, for buying a house. Thieves took her bag without knowing the sleeping beauty. Wow what a bonanza! They could have been prince of thieves! Wake sleeping beauty up with fully fling!!! They could not shut their mouth when they opened the bag! Full my beauty cash hehee! O man you can imagine their eyeballs out of their sockets blazing around each other faces snorting sheer of unfortunate about run out luck! Soon after police caught them, what a shame! The story was, the lady immigrated from a war torn country. So she didn’t’ trust banks! Fair enough, they are all thieves in her eyes! So she put her money in her house somewhere: Probably carried them in her handbag all the time as she could not trust her house either. So she was a zero-amortize-walking-bank-no-interest. Turn out to be not really safe either! Anyway, so her money was sleeping with dear cold economic with full of risk!

Free World!

Lets see how the GATT boys scratch back each other, here is the screech back each other song from Krugman Blog:

GATT principles:

Non-discrimination:
Most Favored Nation (MFN)
National treatment
Negotiation: Rounds
Irreversibility: Binding

Sounds really good really good, goody each other scratch all arena not only itche spots.

And here noble thinking:

GATT-think (as originally proposed)

1.Exports good

2.Imports bad

3.More trade good

i.e., enlightened mercantilism

Sounds all nobles, nasty calculators build in their evil clews, and neon lighted into their evils sockets and wolf smile, ready to back knifing. Free Trade; Exports good Imports bad and More trade is warfare! So Free Trade is my booty foot, really my booty foot (by they way I love boots)! What you have to do that is you have get around with big boys smile smile, please please begging! And small boys;hey small boy buy my goods? yours? Hell nap! Just buy mine, here is a great obnoxious price! If small guy don’t buy mine, I initiate a warfare, invade with my cheap few million troops with currency weapon and wipe you off from the world map!

Any way sounds good to me! That is why when I am leaving from this world, I have no regret but full of golden glee with my tombstone; HERE THE SELFISH CUNNING VILLAIN, AND A MASTER OF THE ALL TRADE, A MERCHANT OF ENLIGHTENMENT! THE FREE TRADER!

Sleeping with Enemy!

This is all about intra-romance, setting scene, year 2020, Old Uncle Sam and Qing Dynasty Old Empress Dowager Cixi they have both nasty formidable clews in their hay day. Under their smug facades, they share their well known clews.
One day they get together hopping into their “made in steel bed”, want to make their scratch each others back, it is called “sleeping with enemy” summit. They are charming, evil and seductive as ever. Their opening summit speech both are “hey buddy you scratch my back I scratch your back!”
My scratches highly marked at your back, so your back will be deeply woundless so it would make you feel high and dry!” The dowager says with her red clews with seductive smile at her red little lips. Well don’t worry, in my return, I will scratch your feeble back with my piousness poisons all night you will be out-of-joint at the dawn! Says the Old Uncle Sam with his thuggish Google/MacDonald smile with evil vanity. Then they both agreed that, the most important matter is they both willingly scratch back each other different ways, and make them feel good each other or feel really good and have a good night sleep! Both better off in many ways: feel good rip off each other, goody goody rip off each other, ceaselessly rip off everyone without anyone knowing anyone rip off but actually annoying rip off, everyone knows that they are rip off but feel good all the time! How it sounds! It is ripping off strategy obviously work well. They had sleepless night in their frosty bed with hyper alertness! What a congeal romantic couple they are!

Everything has Its Purpose!

The other day I stand at a bridge and was looking down at water, it flows seamlessly. Tenderness boldness it has temperament in that flow. What a feeling of intensity in that flow, but nevertheless seamless. I am always amazed by force every time I see. Many difference colors; expression of its mood; dark green dark charcoal, rainbows color, bright blue all colors in there with moody acquaintance. And then I turn around see building, sunset and people. O that is right splendorous of the nature the law of physics; gravity times motion matter energy etc…, that make me humble too. I can leap from deep flow and sending me to sky, saying how magnificent the nature is! How it works how it works with us; small flowers, children faces and cloudy at the sky, people walking their little momentary movement, all ingrained at a time of day. The nature, the fundamentals and our life, it seem to imperative daily fitness work, endlessly! Born in spring, thriving at summer and harvest autumn and decay at winter! Everything has its purpose!

Don’t be Fooled!

Read read and make yourself become ugly bulgy economists, autonomous depend no but only yourself internal accord so ugly become a beauty! Wear it proudly gaudily put on your forehead token of achievement! Gosh what vermin venin, why people are showing off their ugliness in a guileful glassiness. Here is Paul Krugman’s Import-substituting industrialization make your own. You know all imperialism. Manipulation general population of a countries few dictators and ruins, ransack people’s sovereignty. So they become poor all the time. So if you want become a rich the democracy is calling the shot! E.g Uncle Sam’s MacDonald, Cola-cola, Hollywood, Google and Prof Krugman’s brain-washing blog, which attract-probably- for millions people around world is the very best way colonization of world. The Uncle Sam’s way kind of rip-off people’s brain-drain. You can see everyone flee to NYT, bloodsucking his blog. Saying eating the Nobel brain - gable gable yam yam-every morning so people are thinking that his Nobel is belong to them, they all think they are in sitting at Uncle Sam knees - that is part of devious riff-off seduction strategy, be aware he might make you high and dry! Don’t be fooled! Anyway here is what I am saying is that, you know people never have any clues that they had been rip-off their souls by the devil Uncles Sam’s charming capitalist mask. When you have a certain level of credibility like Uncle Sam; has credibility proven his track record under his clews ( although last few years bit dinted his ego but still) and his seduction is much easier that is how I see. Another hand the poor mates of his, ever struggling each other, so endless war against the bully Uncles Sam! Do you think any other bully comes up and challenge the bully? Wow that would the WWIII! I want to go my own star make my own so I will never see the ransacking WWIII! You can now ask yourself Prof Krugman’s ultra agenda for his Class Note for the blog!! Make you addictive his blog like my addiction for Disney cartoon!

Here is the strategy; not seduced by cunning bullies, build your own internal strong ground, believe system; it takes time but not possible… allied with common good instead of your own greediness! The end justified mean!

Trade, Trade Your life!

Prof Paul Krugman Feb Class Action
I think major reasons decline interwar trade is slowly down competiveness among countries probably linked with the ineffective dispersion of automation in production line and its techniques? Full of bottle neck around all production line. As a result poor economic growth. (E.g. Deming’s TQM was the bible of the Japanese managers after WWII)

Another reason declined is that protectionism, the international trade flourished late 1800s ends in early 1900s and replaced protectionism until the great depression in 1930s. The first global trade starts this period of time I think 1913s. So increase international trade through ocean transportation with a huge cargo ships instead steam trains ships through canals and railroads. Another factor is currency devaluation also contribute the fact. It really means two things are determined global trade; transportation costs and tariffs. I think of the old silk roads the romantic camels across desert roads.

Up date: Wow nice to see he is puzzling! I though he knows everything in economic! He wrote very easily in here for us! He thinks we are all undergrads, babies! Patronizing, I hate people patronizing me! Anyway glade to know unknown area. I never thought economic effects in every our breath! Wonder all these economists thinking economics while they are; sleeping eating making love and calming and under top etc…etc…! Physicist think of law of gravity, and light of time, Don Juan think of seduction in every his breath! Don’t get it wrong I am very innocent; mind you I have wild imaginations that is all! Do you think we are heading for WWIII? Who is going to be the initiator? I don’t mind being the One? Some one has to the start always and the person is not necessary the last person in the planet! Anyway last person in the planet won’t be fun! He has to lots of dirty to bury all the dead corps but he can be the Victor! I like economic because our life story and law as well all the tales tales, we have some great stories in our case laws in Australia, all histories, some of stories quite sad, heart broking and enlightening to read. Professors who taught me both law and economic were very charismatic dynamos! Anyway all teachers like bit up themselves, all patronizing I think! I mean real teachers I am talking, you know what I mean! Trade is deadly business indeed! All related; politics philosophy geography cultures etc..., endless… how could we learn these things our short life that is I am asking!

Why things are so beautiful?

Superb stuff, why things are so beautiful? She is roaring, but sad she is dead. Beautiful as she is wild as she is, traceless she is, fleeting warm tempos in her breasts, these things are dead that is why so beautiful forever! Great pity I didn’t have chance to see her live performance though. Once I was very young, saw her performance at TV, she was with her husband, just like the clip, I was awe struck; it was Dvorak Cello Concerto then. When I listen her performance I feel very spooky ghostly haunting, that is right she has possessed haunted aura. Bit of goose bump goes up, feel strange always fiercely she comes to me with tears tears agony so sad about her. I always like her best in that way!

Conversation!

She was a beautiful with brown hair few strips of dark pink and dark pearly eyes. Blooming summer flowers, no hint of make up. Un-rolling entirely green lane with her carefree entrance.

“ hi! It is hot day, it is nice spot in here, wow what are you doing? waiting for someone?
I just finish my first job interview city and before I go home to tell my mom and come down in here for while!
She just said that to me as if I was her sister. I was quite stunned because, no stranger whom I have never met before --- no one talk to me like that familiar way. But funny thing was that I was coupling to her spontaneously eagerly
“O how was the interview? It was a good? I asked her.
O yes hospitality, waiting on restaurant and bartending, $30’000 per annum! She said. Wow that is very handsome indeed!
You will be right!
I am sure you will get it! I was exciting that was right I was exciting.
We just met few minutes ago we hit hot air on her professional career I was humbled by her freshness, her frankness telling because I was not sure why but amazing thing was I was very eager to pleasing her because I was grateful that I was the first persons she confided her first job interview. Was she stressful? So she wanted let it go? I was wondered.
Nice to get the job in the city I don’t mind travelling! She was breathless.
Where is your home? I asked her.
O do you know Lilydale? She asked.
Yeah! I answered.
Not so far from Lilydale, I stay with my mom and dad, if I get the job I want to pay mom $100 per month O maybe $200! She said.
At the moment I am studying hospitality at an online a TAFE collage. She was singing, a nice voice.
O that is great! I rolled my words.
I could move into my boyfriend house I could give his mom that money but I rather give my mom that money! so my boyfriend come to stay my mom’s house, his mom said I was best thing happen to him! She twinkles in her eyes.
I bet, you are very beautiful you know? I said.
I met him when I was 11th grade we went out for while, we didn’t do anything for while. My mom said I should know him first, so we get together you know what I mean? She asked me. What that mean? I asked her back.
“Sex! Everyone doing it straight way, they even don’t know each other, eleven years old twelve years old girls doing it, and they get pregnant and disease too! She was informative.
Really amazing really? I earnest.
One of my best girl friend she is nineteen now, had her child when she was 16 years old, and she dropped out school! Her baby is a beautiful boy, she and I massive fell out on my eighteen birthday! That happens you know? She said.
O I don’t know I have no idea! I was talking to myself.
Did she know what she was getting into? Having a child? I asked her.
Yeah, her mom was supporting her and also she gets money from the government too! She said. Who is the father of her child? Does she has a job? I asked her.
I don’t know she doesn’t say, she knows but she doesn’t tell me! she is training to become a aerobic instructor but… too early I think, I want to have children when I am in lest twenty five, not before! She said.

That sounds great, you could get a nice job and doing lots of interesting things for yourself then…see the world! I said.
Yes I would like to be a flight attendant, one of my aunty is a flight attendant, then I can go different places! She was getting exciting.
O that is great O what a great idea…. You will go interesting places and meet lots of interesting people …. I said to her

What a warm summer earning evening! Crested crescent on her sky mighty nuptial her night.

Recolonization!

Study the cave men’s recolonization

Gentlemen deceive themselves. It is not free trade that they are recommending to our acceptance. It is, in effect, the British colonial system that we are invited to adopt; and, if their policy prevail, it will lead substantially to the recolonization of these states, under the commercial domination of Great Britain…. Henry Caly, 1832

Gentlemen, that is right it is men’s world. All the way long cave men ruling, when I think of the men, conquerors. very territorial savage beasts prowling around. So they keep going with their stone age tool, they had they have they will have nations states commonwealths planet and spaces, colonized and recolonized again again. Mistresses multiple wives, will be forever! While we women, little piddling brassieres fighting, saving armpits or not, encapsulating nipples, who cares second sex or first sex! Anyway I went the Sydney Myer Music Bowel Bowl summer concert!- As I told you I am a free rider! - That is right, he was a man. I was thinking while drinking and listening and watching sky stars. What a night what a life after we all gone still the stars sky there will be all the same! I had more than my normal! If we women want to improve our wo/menhood we have to more systematic bold approach like the cave men! Lay out conquerors spirit. We trained ourselves thinking like them; of nations, of states, of countries, and planet and fellow wo/men. Good for everyone…good for whole… that is why they rule from dark caves forever with enlighten beastly eyeballs, never worry about residential women’s flanking nag. They never changed never will be all the same. Actually like a cradle song then what went so wrong … humh

I Am The Free Rider!

Nice things come freely without politics so no tariff so no deadweight loss therefore end of the day go around the around about, everyone gets bargain and gains, therefore make them happy and sweet! Wow this mean everyone going to jolly fat? But world is fair that mean no politics that mean not fun! A guerilla strategy is always effective so. That is right I am a free rider? Love so much free things who cares as long as I get the free sweet things and fat my pocket and everyone are dead by deadly deadweight loss I don’t care!

Hey, I never heard about this guy before!

Valentines Day Executive Summary!

Image from Wikipedia
Love is pain in ass, deadly toxics addictive wiht many faces, the evil genius bastard! When you are hit by the evil genius you crumbled down you knees and kisses its ominous deadly mouth and give dark intoxicative deadly kisses. Demonic pledge for the hellish nuptial! --Goethe's Faust, come to mind. Goethe was lustful deadly bastard!-- Day and night yearning for dying in its hands, that is right! Your tormenter kill it or to be killed by it. The dark sinners hellish traitorous the better. Well, anyway all lovers kiss so much they had bee stings lips, put lip ointment in their sore lips for valentines day. Gosh they had brush teeth and gargoyle gargle every time they kiss kisses. Having garlic food for a romantic dinner; king pawn prawns stir fry, garlic scallops stir fry with onions that make them stinking smell all around with their nice rose scented mouths and meaningful commercial kiss licks. Merchant of love goddess blessed at the quick buck day. Love handling; young lovers hold flowers with eyeballing each other and hold a day for together in their eye sockets. Well when they die theses are sockets. See the painting van Gogh skull. So they gazing at their dead lovers in their anatomical sockets, lits neon lighted sockets; finding and lost loves. No eyeballs but sockets of sockets. Rose flowers was ugly they were everywhere – a walking rubbish bins. Love become so cheap breathlessly hanging its necks on the plastic wrapping. Wonder that is why the legend of star crossed lovers; Juliet asked Romeo, “dear Romeo we should committee suicide when we are young and beautiful that make us legend!” That is why they are legend. You never heard of old people dead love. Wow love is only for young then? That is right love mean young, poor and beautiful agonizing and committed suicide too, it supposes to be. But love is cheap whole sale! Everyone gets bargain! Love is no more exhilarated but exhausted, because young mean no more poor but rich unromantic, Love is dead!

Cave Men's Symphonic Poem!

This interesting article from Project Syndicate:

…The commercial shows a beautiful nude woman, posing in front of her mirror, taking pleasure in slipping on sexy black panties and black stockings with garters – before covering up in a black burqa. All we see, as she looks out of the window, are her eyes, nicely framed in mascara. The tagline? “Sexiness for everyone: everywhere.”…

Precisely, around the world, sales figures of woman things, you can easily figure out what is hu/woman nature is. Doing economics! Wow still “feminists” around? I thought they all dead by now! Ugly bums rite of sainthood, they should learn nail-nut-bolt, nitty-gritty number crunch first places. Their hysteria is a little rat-hole view-point, without numbers they “missed-the—whole- point” and. “feminism” (I still don’t understanding the meaning of this word and what they were/are doing) squawkers on their warble warble’ picker fence, and hangings their old cheap wear-tear floppy bras bracing in their stinking hairy armpit/legs parodies. For me this is “fat ugly” ivory towers female’ men haters dome. I have never seen any good-looking female doing feminism stuff. --- they do dos “how to do nitty and gritty, nails and bolts, or dogs with bones kind of gleams --- while ugly females are, try to cover up their rejection, so they using word “degrading”, hey no one degrading women wearing head gear. Wo/Men in general don’t like ugly women! But mind you, beauty is strange thing! Anyway a woman in a dark garment and covering up their entire body at a heat, they are hot stuff! I hold my gaze on a dark scarved vigil lady with little admiration of their heat proof. Ideology cookie baking at a walky-talky oven or mourning for dead woman alter ego society! For me, this kind of issue is an individual choice. I don’t think their men asked these women (who live outside of Arabic world) covering up their faces but a choice of their own. As these women want to hide their fat/ugly under loss cloths. Not-Have-it-not-flaunt-it! It was hard to tell whether their covertures; sexy curves or pumpkin beeper-bump. But their movement showed that they were walking-fat trays, walking rain-water-tank zombies.

Cunning, they want to easy life and easy way out( women in west much hard life), hide their ugly bloopers under floppy garment, rubbing their grandmas’ cooing ointment their men’s ears and saying to them, their beauty is only to be seen by their only man, so stay at home and fatting their bums. So matter of choice. Young women were wearing their dark head gear very beautifully with top of their tight blue jean and high hills that is ok. Little girls wear them with bright colors. What a pure enchantment!(I tell them please “don’t grow up ugly!”). What the hell, if women want to cover up their ugly(beautiful) body and mind, only for their only man at a dark cave and journey for their flogging “only you” ideology, that is ok. And. Another side, women overjoyed with their full silicon booted breasts as a medallion of womanhood, celebration of many men-holes stage that is ok. Their bodies they can do whatever they want as they belong to them and they also belongs to them too. They can do their overture and conciliation in their young –bodies- minds at a graveyards and a candle lit dinner for their second life. Get it! A cool judge with his wig with bikini that would be a hot verdict!

Belief is demonic goddess. Goddess demand worshipers; enemies are masked by many different forms. You can find every faces of your own enemies if you want. “Feminists” feed their cheap greasy food name of women liberation. Their cozy life didn’t know what take to women forward as they didn’t the homework..., no hard data. Thus they didn’t or will not do, how to improve of womanhood. Women in today simply, as their men want them go out work!! Devious Cave men sitting at back cave take all the honey fruits, smiling and watching stupid fool front seat feminists’ claptraps. And saying; go girls, go kill, here are our tools makethem yours thanks thanks! Men are the victors, have cake and eat it too!

By the way if a man suicide boomer, for his eternal reward is 72 virgins in his harem for his ardent blows up, what is the eternal reward for the female-boomer? Ultimate discrimination! Full of it!

Very Nice, Kind and Strange Free World!

Gee Wow Wow Gee so many nice things are freely come! Have a look this Prof Krugman’s freebee class action! and here too. Well I don’t care “there is no such thing as free lunches!” as they say, but as long as I get things free I feel free I freely admitted that I love free things! Of course this is free world! World is freely kind! That there is lots of free sumptuous dinner around. As long as that is not my opportunity cost, my eyes only there is a “ lots of free lunch/dinner” is good, hoping lots of free things are freely around, that is what I am saying freely. Any way lots of visual feast for your hungry mind. Eat up all these hard physical data in your statistical mouth, chewed and hammered down in your vicious/carnivorous teeth, tuck them into your insatiable mind and storage for your rainy day! Get it! Economic chart are same as like Chagall paintings. Full of everything have been engrained. Also they are smell of blood, charts of warlords, unfairness, to be eaten or to eat. As result the world are imbalanced today and the imbalances are shifting due to course ofcourse. Whenever I see Chagall’s, I feel like inside of womb of my village, nice timid backward, world went by nice hiccups and come back with silkily detailed derails. Chagall’s paintings tell tales of my village. I think we human endeavour is all the same whether you are economist or painters, using similar type of visual, symbolic festivities in their field of work. They make me bit weepy/indigent because these tells us our childish turf war days and grown up world not much different. Among many other Chagall’s, “the birth” I have been thinking recently, I saw a exactly same scene in my village when I was very little. A lady who was pregnant heavily at the time - I think a cosmetic sales person, during her visit in our village and start her “water break (?)” on a roadside so she had to give a birth her child on road side. Not so far from our house but she could not move so she had to her labour on the spot! That is right on the spot job - of road side work - an instant room for her labour, a tent with blankets and sheet. All the village women like flees, a huge fussed about from nothing really I think! But for me immense thing I never missed a such event - I was/am a busybody "want to know" by nature you know- I saw the child with a thing around s/he head. It was an amazing unforgettable scene. I have been thinking that eerier scenery recently. It comes to my mind vividly; the sunny day all the things are blessed with dancing motion and welcomed the child field of green, greeting with velvety rush blanket(can be called a primitive but least in a clean air for the child first feast!), with full of joy and love from the earth. They said it is a good omen for the village. Not a concrete with full of smell of disinfect. Any way trade made us bazillion of wealth and, and prosperity of civilization as the data indicates, but also lots of nice things disappeared. I always think of the romantic Silk Road Trade. People no longer cares of each others, mobility made us we live apart saggared and beguiled distant, through world come closer by this fast efficient/closer knit global family, but emotionally we are far away from each other. We all become strangers of our own surrounding in our time! Indeed strangers of our time! Estranged ourselves within ourselves! Why am I linking to Prof Krugman’s economic and Chagall painting? That is a good question!


Correction: I just have been looking the definition of “busybody” is not really good definition for my angelic personality(don’t you dare laugh!) but rather I am not a trouble maker but I just want to know things that is all that was what I am trying to say. So don’t get it wrong as I don’t want to be branded as an evil trouble marker but rather I want to claim my right to be know if I want to know things that are even if that is not my affair! so what I am? A bloodsucker

Great to be The Great

This Prof Sachs’s article about Haiti in here.

The economy will have a simple structure in the coming years, with most economic activities focused in five sectors: smallholder, or peasant, agriculture; reconstruction; port services and light manufacturing; local small-scale trade; and public services, including health care and education. The key challenge is to support these five sectors in order to combine short-term relief with long-term reconstruction and development.

First, special efforts should be made to boost peasant agriculture and rural communities. This will enable hundreds of thousands of displaced people to return to their village communities and live from farming. With fertilizer, improved seeds, small-scale irrigation, rapid training and extension services, and low-cost storage silos, Haiti’s food production could double or triple in the next few years, sustaining the country and building a new rural economy.

Reconstruction – of roads, buildings, and water and sanitation systems – will employ tens of thousands, perhaps hundreds of thousands, of Haitian construction workers, and boost the regeneration of towns. The World Food Program can help peasant farmers to produce more food in the countryside and then purchase the food to use in food-for-work programs oriented to construction projects.

Been thinking that, rebuilding Haiti “only” $10-$20 billion, there is lots of billionaires in the world with that kind of money. You know he(must say I only think of males in this instant –bit of painful but what I can say! Accept my own weakness also my virtue gosh I have so painfully good virtues?) cannot take his money to his own grave when he dies namelessly, so I make a suggestion to the all the (he) billionaires, BUY Haiti for as his own and make his own kingdom. Crowned himself as the King of Haiti. Like the old days- “guns pointed people’s heads and take whatever they want” kind of strategy. The difference this time is “offer them money each of Haiti people’s heads buy their mind” They make investment to their own money, so their eyeballs are lighting on neon lights in eye sockets, hoots on every thieves' movements, guarded their money like hawks days and nights, who might come closer to their own territory. So that way less corruptible. May be within 10 years times the Splendors King of Haiti will get his money back with full interest. It is much better investment than stock markets! He keeps his kingdom with his good name goes on forever ever in people’s mind. Who knows may be he will be named as “ Hot Shot Somebody from Nobody the Great” like Alexander the Great or King Sejong the Great!! What a great things to do!

Burry Berries

Among many, my favorite fruits are raspberry and this blackberry.


O man you would never guess how it like to be eat this heavenly fruits day after day with cool summer shade with cartoon with insect and birds field of The Lark Ascending. Natural air-condition in your open spaces, you never burn any energy. They are the fruits you don’t share with your stingy brother, no matter what, even if he offers all his pocket money, you just have yourself until your mouth become dark red. He hee right, at summer heat smelting wild flowers they are the wildest intoxicating taste for your hot summer. Saying goes; there the fruits you and your friend feasting together your friend drop dead you wouldn’t notice. I know where the fruits trees. They are mountain foot hills and field with thorns. They scratch your arms and legs so, you are not permitted to go there and pluck and feast yourself and eat them. The other day I brought some of them from a supermarket and I ate with three huge scope ice-cream and with my favorites celadon bowel and my old spoon but taste is not the same as my hometown wild berry. All tastes are change but my taste are not changed even if I am in here! I suppose I ate them with cool air-conditioned space! Pumping up amorously GHG every my breath, shooting them up there somewhere and building up nice evil things in the atmosphere. Not surprising how that Copenhagen my friend Donald Duck’s ensemble failed but then life is always wins-some losses-some --- Well I don’t care I am much interest in my tasteless burry berry that is all and lamenting for my tasteless berries and this splendor music with tiny little tears! Thinking if I die at this moment, my eulogy elegy should be the Lark Ascending and Tallis Fantasia for myself, well but then they will be change over period of time again!!

First New Year Concerto!

Contiune from the below...

Now my fancy slightly different turn. Few years back while I was backpacking around Australia, I encountered so many tottering old ruins and traces of early settlers; heartfelt little striving lovers’ nest, part of our history; tiered of blazing silhouette of red soil; O yes her bloody signatory broken outback, O her merciless assaulting bushfire and proclaimed her promises! O intensity, her leitmotif embracing power of mate-ship! Well yes, you can not help but fell in love with her! Yeah her name is AUSTRALIA!

In NSW, early 1900s, one bed room small cottage, O man, a lover had nine children, an old metal beautiful cooking fire stove was the middle palm size living area, imagine the nine children was thriving, can you believe? Or from miles miles from no where, under leaden bluest blanket, lonely ruins of settlers’ nests, where they have gone now?

In Broome, I bumped into an old estate garage sales. An old sand stone house, with jasmine flowers striated open backyard, coiffed midday sky at lazy summer shade, books on an open table tray. O I felt unexplainable strange feeling. What lovely old things were in whoring shades. Among, an old tattered leather bounded, ink written dairy, dated back to November 15, 18111911, a gift from “Bryan” fading ink is swing at a time. An enchanting word of word enlivened from tatted saint/whoring pages were welcomed me into the opus-world of hers. Glory of personality, sheer of vermillion uncluttered, rage raged anger pure gold agony that warped into cool rational paranoia, complained unkind endless spaces, heated brutality and amours delicate romance. Basically she was a whore well in her mind anyway! O how could I not enchanted by the scent of uncouthly refined sprit? Was pang of jealous about her requited beauty? Declaring, confrontational ruffles of space, frank discussions of traitorous life that enviably refugee at pages, intended her straightforwardness and boundless practicality. Her desire to be free like the space, yet also was dismayed by the gateless space. Well yes there is all really! From there I start obsessed of ordinary people’ diaries, their memento of word of world. It is such privileges, when you are dealing with very personal item, feeling of nobility dealing with such quilt of personal sentiment. It is rare a personal dairies exposed on secondhand dealer but sometimes accidently they do, for my fortune, so I get my wondrous thrills from someone else mistakes. Thinking that there is nothing secrete of our life really! Our passion and yearnings are same as whether 2000 years ago or today, just masked difference tune and shade that is all. Just little dig to see all of these clearly. The composition our life!

I tell you what anyway, I would not miss any of them if I go my sea shore tomorrow for rest of my life for not reading any of the books but living with mist ravaged wild flowers, dragging insects, fugitive birds their compounded nodding winds, stream of natural pinball embellished words of colors, sky moon stars sunset will be there… mantic then I could go walk on early morning with my devilish brother and catch bejeweled sunbeam waves…

A Few Thousand Years Old Person Inside Of Me

If people ask me what kind of books I can not live without them. Well yes, I can live my life happily without any books frankly. During teen I devoured everything whatever I could access. After teen I read mostly old religious texts, anything fancy with people; All sort of human belief ritual etc… sometimes actually a monk or shaman or ordinary people ’ original hands written/drawn symbols in rice papers. Now mostly all kind of old odd kind of stuff. I obsessed about anything old; world of old oddity. I am a lover of all sorts old things, well known or nameless. I am looking into myself. I have an obsessive personality so I always obsess something; anything fancies me at the time of my mood, not all them same time. For example, an old text, I went through the world of ideas like thunderstorm, what I want to know, as a bone eater, thoroughly confidingly through its entire bones, crunch crunch its skeleton, then I know what it is. Subtext, underneath hidden meaning. I can interpretation in anyway as I please. I am not interested in its well documented story; they are all the same, rather I am interested in, why author had to be twisted that way. Why it had gone off from its shell to hell of human endeavor! Our human desire, every women are whores every men are bastards! Nature is there -common don’t pretend you are a saint! I don’t believe saints. - So I know what I fell in love really then move on next, a like a butterfly, suck everything.

I dig everything what I fancy on, don’t worry I am not fancy on you so I am not stalking on you online or libraries, or long journey for your graveyard and amorously touching your headstones Ok? He hee giggle geekgeek... this information age, made me heaven for my obsession. I can go everywhere! No one stop me no regime stop me! I consider myself expert in that area right! In my way ofcourse, believe me I do!! Mostly dead ones! Dead people are safe, I can challenge them without rebutted, that is why! I am a something of tyranny! To be frankly I don’t fancy any living poets and painters! Sorry living poets and painters! I stop read your poems! So don’t worry I am not stealing your unfounded bounty tiny fleeted imagination! Do you think I am wrong fancy on dead people! I might. Alan has given me his blessing though. “Off you go!” He says. hehee he think it is safe for me fell in love dead peopleee! I have some well known poets first edition you know. I bet you are pang of envy me! I knew where the places for some great things for great price! I won’t tell you that is my secret! Still some places, although all have been exploited. I feel I lived thousand years ago, somewhere Middle East, I might have been a wondering eyed Pharaoh! hee he al al…Sitting at the Mediterranean Sea throne, ridding Sahara desert sandstorm and banqueting blazing sunset with countless lovers!! And recite glory of love O yes Love!! Love that you could die for, whatever that mean! That is right! Old things are not threatening me, not punishes my adequacy in this modern world, a patron of comfort blanket. That was how I was brought up by partly; oldie moldy sort…!

Teen age years, we didn’t have much chance to side glance, just straight just straight,…virgin… one liner street we have to walk straight head up - hungry carnivorous beasts were prowling around fences and waiting for falling angles. That was it, well yes in Mao regime. Not because I collect books sake of” collection” rather, did not have chance to do anything else. Moldy smell of integrity, all most everything; houses, books, furniture, even cooking wears, even linens, even clothes - I have very beautiful old style velvet coats from Alan’s mom, I wore them at sometimes! People were looking at me, I didn’t know whether they were looking at me or the ancient styled gown, frankly I don’t care -- everything you name it. Sometimes I amazed myself how could I so fluently cope with modern techno-entourage. Sometimes I feel like a thousand years old person inside of me still, as my attachment love old thing is quite complex. Part of me I suppose…


To be continued…

Investment is My Talismanic Blanket

Here is a Michael Spence’s an investment commentary at Project Syndicate as:

Perhaps most importantly, short- and medium-run returns, especially during periods when they are high, should not be taken as accurate signals of long-run returns. Investment strategies should not be based on the assumption that all times are “normal” times, and that periodic instability is abnormal. The challenges of assessing systemic risk and the timing of instability are just that – challenges, not reasons to ignore the phenomenon.

When you are looking into the Kandinsky painting; there is time, ubiquity unclearness of colors of body work start with. It is a girl playing and polka dance or like her childish skirt, abstract figurines with all kind of elementary possibilities talismanic blanket there; sounds of movement and sound of colors and words of world of comfort and coziness. I can understand why all the world of economists so fanatically obsessed about their profession. Death only parted us kind of passion, very territorial, prowling like savage bulldogs at heat! I am still in a dark sky sometimes, but I can see stars, Milky Way stages, that are very romantic theatrical space crafts. Very much in our daily life is there, you can not figure this out to begin with but when you read all these fanatics words; start with I don’t know but still keep reading and reading that doggerel boring articles after after then one day “ AHA HA HAAA WOWWW…” O I can see what they are on about. Everyone whoever romance with their chosen field they are the winners! I think. Without passion and love, only greediness you can not be winners! I think When Kandinsky painted his painting he could see the all the possibilities of sensibilities in the field of his space. If he was not a painter he could have been a great investor in his time, I believe. He was enthusiastically experiment with his enigmatic intuition in his composition. Process of discovery of principal of our life, you can not see these elements with barren eyes you must in love. You must bewitched by their intriguing geometrical beauty and mystical inner agony despair; can be a black hole. I see investment is very much composition of our life story. You can lure into our complex yet very simple life natural process. You have to go though dark stormy sea and meet clime morning bay with glittering sunbeam. But we need a time to figure all of these out from craziness of time value and probability. Here I go OK!