Wake up with Lovely Song

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If you love for love,
Oh yes, do love me!
Love me ever,
I'll love you evermore

Yeah!!



Wake up with lovely songs at ABC FM, this one I have so I have been listening all morning for change that right, lovely stuff I have not listen this for long time I must say. Dark rainy day in here…

Tyrant’s Last Confession

Gaddfi is a fable in his rabble and he is an antisocial manic and he is hedging his own spectacle which no one interesting to buy! Dance dance with his cortège!

What can I say!



After watching the above and I am listening this piece



And reading here and here Lovers enthroned their sovereign right at ramshackle tyrants’ nest and waiting for their dawn, The Freedom is their dawn breaker!

Cheers to the People of Libya!

Wow the great people of Libya with a huge appetizer for their freedom, crowned themselves as their own lofty head and enthroned their own golden throne! Called freedom! THE PEOPLE OF LIBYA! venomous and voraciously eating up all the cities! Gaddafi has no land for his standing, trampling with his little tripled green dimwit and running miles like headless chicken! It is called a little twiddle twiddle Gaddafi march into his own tomb! His green little tombstone says ‘Gaddafi is resting in his fiddle in his riddle!’ O the veracious Libyan eating eating their own cities towns. What a magnificent march! Keep going keep going all the way summit! The world behind you and we all cheer your splendour march! Gosh Revolution has many difference faces and CAN DO many different ways! What a day! I think UN should not sanction to Libya that only hurt Libyan people and I think the Libyan army their first duty among many is to protect the oil field and natural gas etc… which is the breast line for the People of Libya! Have a great day!
Live Blog Libya Here
And the below is Gaddafi in his little wisdome! In his inauguration speech as a king of his own graveyard!

Here is also Bird Eye View NYT Reporting!

Here is how Gaddafi lost his mind of NO land!

My Lucky Charm

The Face is so woefully glorious sinfully charming
Weathered million smiles, golden foredated, broke my heart think that this charming frontier, who was he? He could have been a real daredevil? Feel very close, I called him my luck charm, indeed so very beautiful? I love the Silk Road. Read more...
By the way do you think I was a one of the Silk Road merchant in my prior life? By the way again, why do you think this person touchs your heart? His weathered happy smile that broke my heart you can imagine... all the seasons he endured, I think beauty is millions fold really...

Another by the again again: Think of this splendours silk gown, he thought of immortality yes that is why we think he is beautiful, his weathered mucking face, woeful gesture says there is no such thing as immortality that is we feel the distant, times and fleeting. Composition in our life is in a such way there is no such thing as agreeable disagreeable but a fleeting nature. Weathered fading away. Wonders. Purely selfishness that made them blind their own shadows. All these tyrants around world if they have little bit of wisdom and accept their limitation and weakness, then this world bit more happy place. Hey Col Qaddafi take down our rusty medallions, achieved rusty bounty in your own regma, No foundation of rotten seed, your times up – mate, it is time to go to your resting place for tenure dwell, mating with your arm length wisdom at your stone fenced tombstone! What is going you Korean north? Why don’t you wake up for run for your 60 or of years lazy feet and brain sake of your pride and dignity. You Korean North dimwit what is wrong with you? World deep admiration all the great people who fighting for their freedom in their great soil, surly they deserve their sovereign right!

Another thing I want to mention on my beloved Kiwi land. I rang some of my friend they are all Ok but incredible they are one of most kind kindest sincere people you ever met, stimulatingly Alan Skpye text on me middle of his meeting, he says “Bad earthquake in Christchurch again, worse than the first one. People killed - not sure how many yet!” Alan text time was 1:59:04 PM, and I just listening on FM news. I think we Australia should send some recues what is good for the mateship? Wonder anyway when one currency and one economy?

No One Indispensible In This World!

Early this morning I thought all Egyptian people was reaching their Holy Grail. O what a beautiful morning was with full genies sings, puns wits jokes chant around all my morning. Gosh the stuffy stoned Mubarak was the dead man walking, he didn’t know how to couples and please. He was the walking mummy with his crippled walking stick, an amnesia mortarboard and shrouded with kowtows off-limits. Thirty years inside his coffin he has never learned the lesson “Grace”, he was forgotten who he was, he was a zombie, was calling his finals. Gosh when you do quick dirty number work on his $70 billon, able to build least 10 top science institutions with magnificent research centres with top notch academic staff and with full of thrilling young minds. Ofcourse administrated by well trained but crazy PP ( Public Pest) like me- Alan calls me - the formidable Excalibur whip drive everyone around band with rotten manners. Imaging what is is like within ten years time?

Sums up, you have no obligation for your enemies, it is time to build a super cold blood thirsty Marvel Universe and you crowned yourself as The Chief, that is right you are the Chief! The Dark Knight Avenger, The Batman, O the Joker, The Spider Man… O yes the Assassinator… so on and go after your enemies, each of them. The below is the army of cold blooded specialists on our fortress.

5 Years Old Genie!

Found an amazing little 5 years old genie!
O man she is 5 years old! Wow what can I say! Beautifully execute her scores! Settles with them beautifully elegantly!!
When I was 5 years old I had always hand-me-down cloths. Gives and takes that is all about sort of attachment! Highjack grown up achievement! She is very responsible, look at her eagerness on her face! Though I don’t agree with her in a stage!

Sleepless Night Egyptian Revolution

Last few days my past time of obsession what is going on Egyptian Revolution.
To start from The NYT
and The CNN
and The Australian
and The Age
and go over the BBC
and go all over again some of these as very addictive what is going on the Egyptian Revolution.

and here Picture Gallery, where you feel

and here you feel massive

 

Yes, "... nothing will be the same, Genies won’t go back to the bottle for sure! Cohen  from The NYT." 
Smell of freedom is intoxication! Their sovereign right, fragranced free soil rightfully belongs to the people of Egypt! Well done!!!

P.S Alan says I should go to Egypt, join the revolution instead front of a computer screen becase he can not stop me talking about and he thinks I am now become an Arab expert! I must say it is exultantly event really!!

Air on G String

Amazing stuff, I had a short dream, I was in the sky high narrow room where is open paronomasia view of field, among many people gather in a cocktail party a sort.  I was bumped into a mad man, I am not sure I how I knew he was mad but I know he was mad, he was bit skinny hollow sockets with hived deep eyes were glistering. You know often you meet a mad man you know what I am mean ( think of van Gough right!)? If you don’t know what I mean that is Ok you never met a mad man that is Ok right, and he was keep telling me “ I teach you how to play “Air on G String” so I said to him I know how to play it so don’t worry but he was keep saying he wants to tell me how to play  “Air on G String” so I avoided him circled around people,  he still followed me keep saying and also he start to tell other people but they are all laughed off but I was bit annoyed by his telling...

THE LOVE

What a great people with a great romance!  The great Love is an enthralment of all the Lovers!  The LOVE is honest  and simple.  The Lovers’ hearts stark bare to the world without sham!   Fiercely guard their love!   The Truth is Beauty The Truth is The Victor!

Images from the NYT

CAN-DO-MATE

Image from Australian

 

What a great redneck grace! Lined up with finest spirits hangs on CAN-DO-MATE.   Finest humanity and human spirit confession of how beautiful we can be! The beauty we call it humanity! We make it our home!  The tug-boat master amazing mastery performance- what a showing off! He was showing off his finest craftsmanship! What a guy! I love tugboats!  And all these unknown unsung heroes’ bravery shelter for from people these dark dark days and nights, and their generosity encourage us standing up and rebuilt again from ruins.   They are coming with pinnacle of Australian redneck punch-line and Australian soul. The bloody bush fires the bloody floods the blood droughts the bloody mates-ship all shove into bucket of mud into finest goodness which will be the foundation of the bloody fertile lucky country, they called it Australia!  The heroic spirits paves torn bridges and roads, mending rivers and houses and healing our deep wounds too.  The Tough Redneck Queenslander They Indeed Tough Breeders – then you will cry too!

P.S. The best flood cleaning up self-sufficient dresser reward goes to the young guy with gumboot! He is the youngest and the most sensibly self-sufficient dresser! We should all learn from him how to dresses smartly for the buddy-muddy love party

Who Want be a Trillionaire?

Top Secret!  This is free information, how you to become a trillionaire, not many people have this infomaiton so make sure you should not share with you this secret either! Otherwise you will be blessed! Please click here

ME? Godly Enterprises

ME? I AM THE GOD MYSELF! I declared. Once a friend, who was a Muslim, looking at me with deep sympathy and deep sorrowful eyes, his eyes was saying “ what an unrescue-able soul!” pitied on me. After many times I got into trouble heated with ”religious” well wheeled verbal diarrhea wars, this passion fade away, like unrequited love, nothing in illicit affairs that held interest last long. People ask me whether I ever confused I was brought up from so many difference religions and which religion I am etc... Well I actually never confused who I was, what I was doing. I learnt I was in the middle very early. I was very careful, I must in the middle. As far as my memory goes, I had to pleases the both side of fences for survival. I never had goes between two Grandmammas. The perfect spy whose cover never blown up because of “perfect balance”. They both asked me lots of questions the otherside but I never told them nice things to both side. I always told them “ how nice to be at home or in here!...”. they both delighted that I had no sign of my brain has been washed dried coloured and become a “traitor”. In a Buddhist monastery I was a little enlightened Buddha, operating branding “searching yourself” business in a plum size cushion at jumbo size meditation. At Shamanism altar I was a little Witch Dr Faust, an authoritarian, sold my soul to the ten thousand ghosts, god of wheeler dealer of “magic potion” cure-all enterprises. Confucius teaching I was an ardent Disciple of Confucius, pursuing ethical conduct of life of high office, business in green-clean, cleaning up all the rottens and hazards, environmental friendly pollution free squawky clean business. And Christianity I was a little Jesus in sin franchise business, I carried a cross, made from strayed world sinned souls and across crossroad build huge congregates around. I was busy myself building all the difference enterprises, business in my vein. I was playing myself, honestly enjoyed myself, oscillated into world of my own, work-out-myself, I was never forget who I was for sure! What was the attraction? Tales, they are stories stories, after stories…

Crazy Season Crazy Reason

When I was a little, Christmas was a devilish confliction. Grandmamma (paternal) a tall handsome field marshal, fully uniformed with deep Buddhism- Confucianism Shamanism, readily waging religious war against Christians my maternal side of family. She was a bit of devil, piecing dark fiery eyes freeze you off, anything is threaten her territory. As her concern was I might end up the other side of fence. She made sure I read her old tattered script first and deep vow to the family altar in Christmas morning before I headed off. She was concern about my Sunday church going. But nevertheless let me go because I learn something from Sunday teaching. She was secretly terribly impressed by  "poor" but well educated people(my maternal side family members have far more university degree than my paternal side, and few of them western PhDs). She called them “ losers”. Because white coloured profession spread moved around cities foreign lands. The concept of my uncle as a preacher, his preaching is paid by people’s offering was horrified of her. So she put them down by calling them trickery bunch. And another hand my maternal side Grandmamma, petty patted (gosh I un intentionally degrading her grace, this bloody English fault never my fault!) most angelic gentle person you ever met, a great cookie baker. I can be a visual venom, she was hoping I jump permanently into their bandwagon, singing “Hallelujah Hallelujah … a great foghorn preaching, harbinger of their religion to world. A conjure of continuity sprouting bandwagon rider in her domain and bright red hammered sense of culture superiority in her calm eyes. She never criticised my other side family openly but they called my family as money-monger uncivilised thugs. That was why I was so untidy and uncivilised. Confucius teaching, wastage is sin, you have to earn your merit and Christianity offering and sharing is virtue. Always conflict two difference, discriminated each another other so I learnt the discrimination and conflict very early age and how to navigate in my best advantage.

 

Today Christmas is, start with meanness meaningless wordings. A chocker block of inbox mails, cards, saying “ happy Christmas…” bular bular… cities took out recycled decoration on the main street as “ Year after Year death of original theme park” people sense of sensibility into their cameras mobiles sheer fakery. Cities recycling is a duty free original free, don’t need to think. Everyone duty to buy something that carry on their plastic bags bags gargled air. Everything gargles. Their scary duty to live and eat and drink merry merry cross excitement of examiners. And they tell lie to their children generation and generation of Santa existence. So their children become lairs as well as their grandchildren. Dazzling police officials( I have very soft spot on them), summer branded rite of drunken season, using their sensory devices catches drunkards and full speeders. They armed with sculptured body, guns in their garter belt and hid “dark” spots and greeting with you “hot” saucy smile. If they like you they offer you “body and soul” deluxe escort services into the cell. So make sure you understand meaning of you like them but don’t let them like you! Family, in-laws fighting over Christmas lunch time. Children torn apart from bitter old first marriage, young creed free second marriages; tidal theme park at a family in hellish season, eat eat drink drink tittering human endeavour is the “ festivities in a little hellish pudding bowel”. Once in a visiting right holders, children in an old folk home wishing their parent Merry Christmas to their ending soon and grumbling about inheritance tax.

Season of illicit liaisons, I rather become a devil, dethrone Jesus birthday, and replacing communal with a devil, preaching people unhappiness in their goddamn Christmas and exchange to devil’s incarnation. People showering themself paper wrappings, bathed with alcohol, pickled sultry meat, dried themselves with sour infested air, kissing and hugging dark plagued body and gazing at pit-bull terrier eyeballed malicious soul searching game, and smiling greedy teethed leathery jaw lined botoxed mouth, saying “ merry fat Christmas” I the DEVIL SAY, hey you human ditch your goddamned spend-drafted gifted warping paper god and forever gone with a merchant of hell.

“Tong – il” It Is A Problem Solving After All!

Our wish are Toooong-iiiiiiillll our dream are Toooong-iiiiiiillll … “Tong – il” mean “Unification”, I am singing “the Unification Song” I have to learnt to sing when I first enter our little primary school and almost every single day(mornings) along with Handel's Water Music Suite or Bach and Beethoven something played at a loud speaker. After few years you are so tired of so goddamn familiarity and become your second skin and built into your sense system become blunt, whether you like it. So for long time sick to death of the familiar sounds. But now, the familiarity hit your nerve like a blanket, nostalgic warm loving glistering sunshine hope rise. Here our Korean soldiers are wearing deeply emotional golden bandaged word “Tong-il” “unification” in their helmets. For me it is a profundity and emotional creed. None Korean are hard to know what I am saying probably. I don’t know what cost is for Korea for the “unification” but it is our great mission for our generation, we can not handover this sacred and burdensome mission to our next generation. We are not enemies of enemies but brothers and sisters. We have no enemies for this scared mission but we only have our own kind, we have to gun point our own hearts for this mission at the heart of our land. That makes me unbearable sad. Unbearable sad that is all. But  However in our life we have to learn to put our emotion aside and have to completely cold blooded about something, if that is much a better outcome. It is a problem solving after all!

http://english.donga.com/srv/service.php3?biid=2010122031308
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/12/20/world/asia/20korea.html?ref=global-home

In My Perfect Opinion

“…When he was arrested in December 2008, Madoff’s account statements reflected 4,900 accounts with $65 billion in nonexistent investments, according to Picard. Investors lost about $20 billion in principal.” ... Read more

Death warranted Madoff ingenuity, logical explanation of this is he was very very greedy, it made him blinded. In his cell, he envies a street beggar his freedom, as a beggary much better life than Mad-off’s madness. He was doing unimaginable things imaginable way. His victims are mostly well educated well off. And years years little duck pretending a golden goose peddling on a fitly chicken soup, keep flouting without sinking, he had to smart but not smart enough to a perfect crime. Olden days in Asia or any where world that matter, traitors were exterminated “ three generations” traitor grandfather death warrens to his son and his grandson so on, completely rooted out that the way the land utter barren so that tainted seed never grow. Lots of stupid petty criminals, not smart enough covering up their stupidly.

I have deep sympathy of about certain crimes e.g. Australian first convict settlers, man, women and children had been condemn for stealing a loaf of bread or something so small. I am not saying, a hungry child goes to a shop steal a bread in here( is our adult responsibility(social moral) make sure a child is not stealing ). But white color criminals should have no mercy for their wrong doings. That kind size of stealing is not one man’s job. The level of education and involved that industry if they didn’t know what their father was doing they must stupid, the guy committed suicide was, for him easy way out. But he made his choice of his life, why people sympathize on once choice. His life he can do whatever he likes. But through before he hanged his neck at his own slaughterhouse, should hand over all the money he enriched from the wrong or pre-bargaining with the trustee of the victims. Whatever his was not his money he should have known. If he was a nobody his death unnoticed like many people jump off the West Gate bridge. Looking around million children suffering media so excited breathless coverage about a criminal’s son suicide instead not much coverage children’s’ suffering. Probably people read the suicide coverage with pleasure, rationalizing demonizing. It is a spectacle once unfortunate life because of greediness. Probably he could not get out but stuck into cooperated until the end.

Lastly you wonder teenager grandchildren should pay for his grandfather's sin? NOP, but 46 years sons who involved same company for many years, pay for his sin? YES. Especially in this case. This is my view and I am an “obstinate, stubborn or bigoted” opinionated in here.

Lastly lastly in my view criminals should not breeding, or “human hygiene” should not planted their tainted seeds or eggs in their soiled barren land.

Deadly Laughing Matter

You have to watch this “killing yourself laughing” when you can not sleep middle of the night, kill yourself for your amusement. Bit of vengeful when you don’t have the power-bear to print your own money or barking to everyone!   I am not sure who is this guy, with deadly laughing matter with glorious wit; make us laugh how splendours wit is.  Charming people can get away lots of things with their wit even if they are sometimes naughty. Finest honed wit so irresistible even if that is commercial. They can be very hard you can imagine you have to witty all the time. I like “Mr Bean” and I like Donald Duck Mickey Mouse kind of stuff, which I never grow out of. Wonder he might suffer from depression!   Anyway dead money is talking dead money is walking and dead money is laughing! The Fed Chief is  lots of dead laughing, I gather instead borrowing, printing much vigilant  job considering quantitative easing can be punitive easing so as my friend Donald Duck’s wit. But I believe always my friend Donald Duck is so “ducky”  so lovable that is why he is so still so young and charming still keep going and loved by millions children around world.

Ducky Update: End of the day, Donald Duck  is a bit of ordinary of out of ordinary. He is so perfectly clumsy and stupid. Yet he aggressively ingeniously gathers scrapes his battered tools, filtered drained make them out of ordinary to extraordinary, makes us laugh.   Sometimes make me cry and angry with his ridiculous stupidity and victimhood, but he bounces back with  incredible unexhaustible energy and resourcefulness. That is why he is so lovable and sustained his longevity. He is a genius maintained his magical images. Hot bad tempered always blow up himself.  That is why he is the Victor.  

My English

An eunuch sentence I can not comprehend as:
Prof Krugman says he advocates baby –killing thought his blog or columns that is a false statement, thus he would deletes if people say he advocated baby –killing through his blog because that is false statement? Then he says nothing of the sort…

What a beautiful thing

What a beauty!  The house and tree would have been through reign of horrors, errors and terrors eventful of   masterpieces.  it is desirously deliciously weathered, soften with fairly murmur, you could hear saucy squawky whispering chilly wind, touches softly your face, mournful string strips faintly,  your heart is broken, beauty is sometimes is so beautiful so painful  so  make you weep,   is then  days weathered away with dusk and  lovers wafting… how long these leaves rudely strike on sunset in my lovers eyes… that is what I am saying
  
P.S. BTW  I poached this picture from Flickr...

Sometimes I think we human are beautiful but also horridly ugly compare to nature, if nature left alone they would never ugly, most often man made them ugly… but then we are part of nature too… so nature goes like that way…  Neither bad nor good just mutual!  

Living up one’s expectation!

After reading a plaided meaningful meaningless!

1. Be impeccable with my word:
Nop I can not I am not a robot? But any way what is the “impeccable word means’ in my view every words is impeccable and packable in our life!
2. Don’t take anything personally:
Hey I am full blood human, my full of emotion and sensation are seasonal. I take it everything personally: rage and rage and calm down… I am the most calm faced a purest deep mountain lake Yet boiling volcano bottom of my heart. So boiling all the time! If I am not taking personally my own business who takes it personally? C’mon! Also I am very thick skinned and cold blooded beast!
3. Don’t make assumption:
Life is a supposition and proposition! A guessing game! Wheel of fortune! When I meet or read thing I asked myself “ what is this person’s motivation? Why s/he wrote these cabbages? I make my own judgement with sneerings and jostles, I am commanding the best of human practices with uncommitted human mind!
4. Always do once best:
Yeah, I try but not always; this is hardest word for living up your life! BUT how you justified “best” mean? This is where you make a self – justification! That makes you much easier to deal with, “do once best” meaningless impeccably dressed cabbages garbbages, littering around all www street corners?

Self Defence update: Bit clarification you know when I consider you are my friend I give you unconditional approval whatever you do, that is art of work! Not only A but AAAA+++! Straight from bottom of my heart and soul! Gosh it is very nice I am the position make a grading instead of “victim” for change!! Heehe… I just let you know even if you write cabbage garbbages! That is including my writing Of course!

MY New Found Niche

Just quick thought provide you some information well known theory or something I challenge and it is deadly wrong( or only me perhaps but work for you). I have tested numerous times this MBTI, my :”pure” sponge mind sucks up everything with sheer of joy and finally come to say to myself “ hey don’t suck up, bit of filter yourself!” so that is what I am doing, so I become something of “cynic.” I don’t believed what you are saying unless I know everything what you are doing. You see I become “street-smart-cynic” so I become “cynic” of my type INXX, it says I am not an good salesman indeed so I proof myself this congeal well known theory completely wrong as: I found myself as “ People say that I could even pump up water from Yarra river and sell it if I want, I consider that is a great compliment. But mind you, you should not trust salesman! I bluff. So I let you know. I have been thinking why people say I am a good salesman? That is a good deadly question? I want to explore my new found niche and make profit of my skill!!! Gosh it is nice to people hounding you because you are “a good salesman” but you know the feeling, when you meet people first time you just know, whether s/he is your enemy or your ally, you just know… you can not explain these things of course… Basically selling ideas are based on trust and gut feeling... very basic human thing...
Mind you I am not an angel for sure, armed with full of poisonous thorns… Another mind you, I even speak with broken MY English with my selling pitch and most times my friend tell me I am deadly shy…
What is it then? I am asking myself… “Sincerity” I think I can be a sincere sucker-fence very much indeed when I connect to someone...BUT have you seen any genuine salesman?

BTW: P.S. People often ask me when I am quite as a mud-bud in the middle of meeting “ you are not convinced what I am saying? so I told them I am a well known “ cynic” and if they bluffed me off their wit that is breaking point but sometimes people are so serious by themselves unnecessary chocking air.

Mind You Update: Hey everyone this world isa kind of salesman remember that! Some are good some are not so good!

Mind you mind you update: Have you seen any genuine salesman?

A genuine saleman update: I bet you CANNOT answer for my last question for sure! Unless you are dodgy yourself!

Weaving Patten in Color People - Evolution

If you want to know who’s doing the parenting part right, start with immigrants, who know that learning is the way up. Last week, the 32 winners of Rhodes Scholarships for 2011 were announced — America’s top college grads. Here are half the names on that list: Mark Jia, Aakash Shah, Zujaja Tauqeer, Tracy Yang, William Zeng, Daniel Lage, Ye Jin Kang, Baltazar Zavala, Esther Uduehi, Prerna Nadathur, Priya Sury, Anna Alekeyeva, Fatima Sabar, Renugan Raidoo, Jennifer Lai, Varun Sivaram.

Do you see a pattern?

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Yeah! I can see the racist pattern racial tension:
Black + Cocoa +White+ Charcoal + Yellow + Pink +Copper = The race illumination racist of!! The Super Duper Race! Wonder someday some hundreds or years later, our tombs are guide by half man and half animal kind of species. The Little Girl always asks herself where she comes from…one two three… since all cities made from buildings gaps no elfin field left for green meadow == is the deserts land where there no days or nights just a day, sun and moon gallop together at the magenta sky, there is no season at but a just season, we need super duper races for sustainable for new environment and discover new energy from somewhere sky … continuously makes evolution… do you think what would happen then….? I think we might living at another galaxy…

P.S. I must say I make very racist comment in here! Politically incorrect as they say!!

Hey Girls Diamond and Ethics are Your Friend Hereafter

"...According to the Zimbabwean finance minister, Tendai Biti, four years after the military took over the diamond fields, the national treasury has received not one penny of royalties from the sale of Marange diamonds. Zimbabwe’s military and political elite has appropriated the diamond field’s immense wealth for itself, with no benefits for the millions of desperately poor Zimbabweans who need the kind of services that the country has the resources to provide.

This is not, of course, the first time that the discovery of resources in an undeveloped country has led to riches for a few rather than greater prosperity for all. Teodoro Obiang, the dictator of tiny, oil-rich Equatorial Guinea, has an official salary of $60,000, but owns six private jets and a $35 million house in Malibu,..."

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Have a look your finger! Wow your filigreeing glittering diamond ring that is made from children hunger, think about it when you have perfumed champing glass in your fingers and eyeballing at your lover’s eyes, that is hungry children’s teardrops and people’s agonies. Buy all means buy them that way business is usual but, HOW the individual resources rich countries establish their political stability? that is priority and that is most challenge questions. Perhaps we need “organic diamond ring made from bloodless love!

Dumbfound Moral Dog with a Emotional Head Wagging Rational Tail!

A Grumbling Moral,  don’t dare judge my moral tail,  I am the Sovereign  of my own moral, so my moral head and a-moral tail belong to me !!

The Angelic Hidden Agenda!

I have known this long time ago, altruism has been caught by with its pants down!

…the view that people never intentionally act to benefit others except to obtain some good for themselves still possesses a powerful lure over our thinking.

The lure of this view — egoism — has two sources, one psychological, the other logical. Consider first the psychological. One reason people deny that altruism exists is that, looking inward, they doubt the purity of their own motives. We know that even when we appear to act unselfishly, other reasons for our behavior often rear their heads: the prospect of a future favor, the boost to reputation, or simply the good feeling that comes from appearing to act unselfishly. As Kant and Freud observed, people’s true motives may be hidden, even (or perhaps especially) from themselves. Even if we think we’re acting solely to further another person’s good, that might not be the real reason. (There might be no single “real reason” — actions can have multiple motives.)

So the psychological lure of egoism as a theory of human action is partly explained by a certain humility or skepticism people have about their own or others’ motives. There’s also a less flattering reason: denying the possibility of pure altruism provides a convenient excuse for selfish behavior. If “everybody is like that” — if everybody must be like that — we need not feel guilty about our own self-interested behavior or try to change it.
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Altruists should not be confused with people who automatically sacrifice their own interests for others. We admire Paul Rusesabagina, the hotel manager who saved over 1,000 Tutsis and Hutus during the 1994 Rwandan genocide; we admire health workers who give up comfortable lives to treat sick people in hard places. But we don’t admire people who let others walk all over them; that amounts to lack of self-respect, not altruism.

Altruism is possible and altruism is real, although in healthy people it intertwines subtly with the well-being of the agent who does good. And this is crucial for seeing how to increase the amount of altruism in the world. Aristotle had it right in his “Nicomachean Ethics”: we have to raise people from their “very youth” and educate them “so as both to delight in and to be pained by the things that we ought.”


Gosh this is bit harsh why should I suffer unnecessary com'mon don’t kidding yourself! Yes I would like to delightful all the time! That is fair!

P.S Me first the formost my interest comes the first!

What a Great Great!!!

It is so great people story, a great people, Pablo Neruda and Gabriela Mistral and my friend Josie’s country, who I met my English class long ago, he was keep telling me “ Young Sun you must recite to me some of great poems with your great broken English!” teased my broken English accent.

So I recite some of his native Mistral’s poem to him like this;

Creed
I believe in my heart that when
The wounded heart sunk within the depth of God sings
It rises from the pond alive
As if new-born.

I believe in my heart that what I wring from myself
To tinge life’s canvas
With red of pallid hue, thus cloaking it
In luminous garb.

I am lost to the world

Utilitarian Blanket

One a fine day Sunbeam shins the Child and the Monk lay out the utilitarian blanket under the Autumn tree for the lesson:

Master, why the fish monger professor has so much pain for fishes? He agonise august his pain for the fishes out of water. I have never thought about fishes's feeling rather than my delightful food than anything else or lazy summer day you play at the sea and kill them for your delightful pastime. And then he hangs out with powerful people for asking for help full poor people instead of going to tell poor people stop bedding and breeding! The Child asks

Well Child that is utilialaian logic, as he feels deeply deepplllyeeeelyy…only feel for fishes and poor people but no time for them but as powerful as he is, he has no feeling for powers and riches but he has only time for them! The Monk says

O the utilitarian logic is a whore’s garter belt, it is a silky attention for two faced affection! It is not for poor people’s, only for powerful people! The Child finishes off the Master’s word!

You Can Feast In Your Eyes

Young Sun Kim-Walker

The Songs of Economic

Genre -the Songs of Parrots

Hello friends here I am, I Want Therefore I Am
I kill therefore I am I steal therefore I am, I am back-knifing you therefore I am Greedy Supply! Greedy Demand! Greedy Supply! Greedy Demand! Therefore I Am! I am very sadden by my greedy nature but what I can I do therefore I am
The dear economic everywhere
Supply in spring and O summer I am full bloom I spend
O temperamental tearful autumn and deeply depressing winter
Demand and Supply everywhere and eternally,
Terms of understanding nature of cycle, die and reborn that is all about!
Who knows what is next around therefore I am in businesses glory of my greediness forever ever
Eternally... eternally...

--From dark cave man stone age text--
BTW I was looking for an incredible recording Kathleen Ferrier for this forever ever forever ever….
Here another logical parroting finishing line here!

The Worldly World Lesson

The Monk and the Child

Wow you virtuous nasty old man when I was hanging out with you at the mountain you didn’t teach me right thing. You see this world revolved around

virtue becomes vice and prudence is folly

I deeply regrate that wasting my time deep deep mountain, kissing misty mornings their virgin mouths in a hard wooden floor, I was shivering as you told the “Way” to myself. Well after all but you vice old man you lie to me, you didn’t teach me the worldly word is all about vice and folly!

Well my Child without my teaching you ddin’t know the differences! The Monks says mawkishly

BTW: PS I get the above folly from here

The Dark Mad Horror Show

The Bush Ranger’s Ethics
The Teacher Nerd Kelly and the Child disciple are walking side by the early birds’ footy mad show.
All towns gone to a mad lucky horror show. The Gang of Gongs
Smelting of brewery house in a dark cave and a scary moral lesson.
Mr Nerd what is Ethics? The Child ask
O it is the worthy of man is a few bob!” The Nerd told splay
Why? The Child ask
It is our foundation! The Nerdy Nerd says
You mean men must be a worthy of few bob! The Child says
Don’t ask such useless question, it is better then nothing! Mr Nerd says
Well that is why you end up at a hanging gallows!
The worthy of man is he is the foundation! The Child whispers

I AM THE KING OF FISH KILLER!!!

HHAHAAHAA, I AM THE FISH KILLER!!! If Fish Could Scream, I never thought of about fish of life fish of speak fish cry fish scream fish oscillation miseries desirers. The felling feeling of fishes, I am not sure why. As long as I remember my bluest vest cobalt sea shore I am the King of the Fish Killer, remember that. I used this kind bamboo spear, of course not looking good as like this but old ones but sharp enough to kill anything. Cool summer around mid day, when the cobalt is no longer cobalt but divine breasts, she has snobbishness bossiness. Soul is crippling to the sea sounds, morning purple sea, her grand invitation, come my child my cool breasts, I give you a best prize. Rest tiger lily summer bed, hot stone burns your little feet, you jump jump top tiptoe dance to the sea song lullabies to the sea. It was a great masterpieces all things happen in that seas. Jumping in, across short distant little rocks –too small to call them island --- hehehe you can see fishes, all rainbow fishes crazy buoy around crystal waters, catch catch me, none of them told me their agonies, I couldn’t see their tear drops and couldn’t hear their agonies even if they had one, busy to chase and to kill them. So I was turned into a monster, the Killer. I think I have long lung, I can stay down at water very long time for holding my breath, I didn’t know how long but very long time. Without goggle, I can open my eyes and see the fishes and sea bottom, magic things down there; I chase fishes, I am a natural born swimmer, mind you, -- never swing rotten indoor swimming pool for sure-- easy to kill after few years practises. I am the Killer of Sea, the dominant killer! And pierce their body and hook them out surface, the magnificent coloured body try to escaped my spear by flick flick folic ferric, every move the fish took it hurt more but then it was my magnificent catch, I yelled at the shore “ here is my cacthhhhhhhhhhh…,” I rise my prize high with a great pride and wave it for my friends at shores to cheer. They yell back! When you are the killer you don’t hear what your prays’ feeling. Why should I? Ofcourse we only cares our summer barbecue at the shore! What are ethic of fishes? I only have a barbecue ethic.

P.S The King of Fish Killer Ethics; Kill, Kill and Kill truly sincerely,

Endearing Friendship

Monk and Atheist meeting at a timing bridge, long lost friendly coupling as:
Hello there how is going my friend? The Atheist asks the Monk.
Not much really doing nothing! How about you my dear friend? The Monk asks
Well I don’t believe what you are saying! The Atheist replaysreplies.

My Name is Pearly Smile!

Thank you soooooooo muchhhh…! Cool summer morning, if you are not nice to me I drink you alive, morning birds say to pearly mist. Gum trees along with billabongs are all mine! What is your name? My name is Pearly mist! My name Wild flower!! My name is Uluru! I have a little tidied laptop, it only recognise my beautiful face! I can make the world beauty….fuuuful…! Thank you sooo muchhhh…hh.. Knightly brilliant investment for your portfolio, diversification of vivification, risks free return your wiz investment buz! I will grow like tall as the bluest sky, wings of your investment!!!
http://www.theaustralian.com.au/news/nation/doomadgee-children-receive-free-laptops/story-e6frg6nf-1225917432417

The Sheer Fortune of Bushrangers

Reintegrating Australian outback, a finest evening under the starry night, Nerd Kelly the King of bushranger, and the timid Child turn into the Hell-Rising-Wild-One from old ancient squeaky backward east, a kingly banquet bush tucker under reversed notional talismanic dining table, formed a teacher and a disciple relationship and celebrate their fresco bush tucker with drinks misty billabong wine. The King Nerd happy to teach his wizardly bushranger skills to his disciple with affection, dedication ambivalence. Hoping someday the Child will rules the vast outback, inherited his title of the King of bushranger. The Child also so enchanted by his heroic bushranger endeavours. Every Mr Nerd words the Child hangs on…

It is very important to us know who we are! We live and die with our own accord; we must rule this wild country with our trilogy! Our motto is “we never treat others what we would like to be treated OK! So we have to know other-kind in our extra-ordinary bush of life. Currently the parliament is hanged at open gallows. The power seat is siesta! We are going to overthrown them OK! Conquer the seat! You get it Child? Mr Nerd says
Yes Mr Nerd, I get it, gee you are the King of Wiz! Do you think, where the headless parliament heading for Mr King Nerd? The Child asks
I consult stars on my sky; umm… consecrated life with headless stars and heading for deepest long last fiasco of adagio…headless, powerful omen for our bush tucker for mankind. All the city people will be dead soon because they are dead-meat. Mr Nerd replies empathically.
Wow we can all go to profane of Benedictine, bars and nightclub dance lustful life away! Bonfire barflies bushrangers! The Child says
Well once we are out of bush we will be the once are warriors, then the once were bushrangers! My nerdy Nerd says
Aha! We are all parliamentarian then well well we are well equipped for ripping the whole system off from the bottom-line! The Child burst out.
Well Well you are indeed fast learner, my wiz disciple! The King Nerd bust his beaming his good fortune! You will be the King of warriors!

You'll Come a-Waltzing Matilda, with Me!

Bushranger Ned Kelly and the Child jolly walk side by side sang as they shoved that jumbuck in their tucker bag…, Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda … and they aim to the Advance Australia…,



Hello Ned, how long it takes time we get there? The child asks
Good question, I don’t know…, still wild and free mate! Ned answers
Did you see the parliament yet? Again the child asks
Yeah, it is hanging at the open gallows! Ned says

Empty Head

Wow so many monks are doing nothings, so the child asked the master,

Master, why these monks sit and are doing nothings?
Well my child they are doing something, they are emptying their heads for nothings! Monk answered.
Wow master they are going to be all dummies because they will empty their heads! That is why "they laugh out loud to themselves and do nothing but smile.”

http://www.koreanbuddhism.net/master/priest_view.asp?cat_seq=10&priest_seq=4&page=2

The Buddha’s Competitive Advantage!

Do Nothing!
Why do you think the Buddha is so popular ever? I finally cracked the Buddha’s secrete. His everlasting popularity is soaring to the sky and dwelling everyone head. His disciples are very busy, weaning finest robe go around world and preach his “nothingness.” Any wizardry formula can not be explained his centuries-old-devious-dead-man-shrewd-sitting-none discountable amortized investment. He is not even lift a finger, just sit there do “nothingness” money is rolling in, it is called the “enlightenment”. So all the mess come to him and learning his death-note “do nothingness! You must find yourself and you can do nothingness, be nothing, nothing is your ultimate happiness… the happiness, the goal of life, this is your life long endeavor, I am the dead proof! Come my child I am your saver, save yourself from my bosoms of nothingness, so all the mess are packing their pack of hopes and go to Buddha’ dark darkling dark ascendant rooms, mediate mediate through dead cloud, raping dead rain, dead bugs tear drops, kissing silenced misty dead mouths, think of dead lovers, thinking of nice dead glass wine, dead pecan pie etc…, and until finality the Death Knight come to their final dark night: knocking knocking… and saying “ hey you, your times up, lets go the next station of nothingness!”
The Death Knight dragges the child away so the child is calling to the Buddha
“Hey Buddha where is my happiness as you promised!”
My child I promised you the “nothingness! Finally you achieved it” I keep my promise always! Buddha says.

AND
The child has been thinking it is so unfair the whole things so he declare with a burning vengeance as:

As the leaves of fall burn more crimson than the flowers of spring
All of creation is completely laid bare
As living is empty, and dying too, is also empty
I go forth smiling, within the ocean-like absorption of the Buddha
He dethrone the dead-greedy Buddha and become the new-greedy dead Buddha himself, reincarnation! It is called a deadly business!
http://www.koreanbuddhism.net/master/priest_view.asp?cat_seq=10&priest_seq=4&page=2

Ground Breaking Discovery

I really good look at my self this morning
Surprise surprise I was there with me
Amazing stuff
Kidding myself
Divine grace the hellish nine headed beasts
Earthly seven sea bodies
Licking truth her hellish tongue
You are the universal truth I told myself
Greediness of the truth have more
Always greedy for the sake of the truth
The truthfulness of sword
The truthfulness of shield
Play around poking around
That is going to be a fun
I need the whole truth nothing but the truth
Finally I made myself home within me
Declare I am the universe
The truth I am the truth!!!


Gee that was easy to beat the record!!!

Finding Young Sun

Hey Young Sun
Do you find yourself?
Well yes or no
I thought I find true of the truth but then
I ask myself true and false question my findings
You see I find myself full of vileness full of vengeance full of nastiness all full of ugliness O I was a hellish beasts with nine heads I hate myself… true or false? =Truth
And I find myself also full of goodness full of graces full of virtue full of beauty I was a purest maiden I was smitten myself full of my merits and resoluteness…. True or false? = Truth

So Truth +Truth = Truth or False?


Child and the Master

Why do you say
Do nothingness?
How that is my utmost happiness
Negations of all my burning desire
Overcome emotional hiccups
Why is that Master? Child ask him dispassionate manner
That is what I have been doing ever since, the Master says
Wow I don’t want to be the Master of nothingness

Hey Young Sun Where Are You?

Where are you my child?
Here I am here
Where? OK I am looking for you now
Here I am here I am!
OK I still can’t see you! Where are you!
Here girl I am in here right here!
Hey you, Young Sun where are you?
You will find me soon if you want to…
Don’t rise your voice my child
Under the plum flowers


Child and Monk
Child ask
What is true?
Well true is true! Monk’s answer
What is mean “Well true is true?” Child ask
Well, the true is the true! Monk said to the child
Well master you are lying because you don’t know the true
So you can not tell me the true! Blunt child
Well that is the true! Monk says


Heavenly Mate

On a fine day under the plum tree
There is a bosom mate of Lie and True finally made a heavenly nuptial
Questions and answers for exchanged their vow ---
Hey True what do you think of me? Do you really love me? Lie’s passionate ask
Well you are my finest ever graceful thing as ever, my dearest love of my life of course! I am deeply smitten by your enchantment!
Now, my dearest lovely thing tell me the true what do you think of me? True ask Lie
Well you are my pack of goodness of heaven, my dearest of love, I can not bear let you out of my sight, we are heavenly mate! Lie says breathlessly

Good Things Comes So Easily!

Alan says I am a something of intellectual snob. I am not sure I am, but I have been thinking, the thing is I look into well known, I mean worldly well known, every one says so, hey I am not an angel. I don’t know what is this mean worldly well known, there is lots of brilliant people who is not well known but nevertheless they are brilliant. In this information age, there is unbelievable size of things out there for us. A huge challenge is then how we know what is right for us what I have to read and same time I don’t mind my brain washed, brain-drain by some brilliant minds instead of some of evils! People; e.g. Nobel medallist, entrepreneurs, with proven track record holders, they have a well known brand-brain in their sheaves so my choosing is purely connivance for me and time saving. I said to myself WOW they had this and that, so they must very really smart, I can pick their brains, Thanks! Thanks! Your tank size of emphysema noisy announcement! Anyway I am not have to go through immense data and filtering out. But simply tell my brain, hey you brain read this, it is recommend by Prof Krugman so my brain says Ok, safe, thick off, go on, read it but mind you he is not an angel but he is also a devil, mind your steps Ok. But I am reading this because he says it is one of his best specimen in his archipelago spacecraft! Gee thanks all the sweat and blood for the work I can read it freely He he hee definitely there is a such thing as free lunches!!! A Lot! All mine!

Update: Many thing I learn when I follow well-known brain-brands’ tracks, they disclose everything what they know kindly without reserve, sometimes they rant, they rant more the better while they rant they tell us more! Have a great sparing matches, they fight like boxers, instead on a ring but on their blogs. So a great opportunity for me harvest their hard work, this Project Syndicate also a great example of I picked up when I read Prof Mankiw blog.

Moral Is Fabric Of Our Life!

Pet hate going to supermarket, why so many people in the supermarket same time, they should shops middle of day while they are at work, few hours skipped from work, doesn’t’ matter, forget about loss time for economic terms, threat yourself, I say, well very same reason I go there. I just can not understand people loves shopping sake of shopping. Goaled their hand and feet trolley, dance around, made a supermarket is their ideal place rant and temple of auxiliary.

Self check out ideal for person like me, fast few items in a basket, probably that is why I had to so often, but then I go supermarket what I need when I need so desperately.

Tonight for example, my bread barking, yeah I have been trying, few time went to flops e.g flat bread reached flatness only, temperature was wrong so bunt, succumb bread, stone bread, finally last few time I was success of brakeage so I am proud of it. Bread becomes swollen like a maiden breasts inside my oven. This afternoon, I went supermarket for egg for my bread. I picked an egg tray and some dry fruit and went to a queue. O man, heck of long queue made me rampant and dismay, looking at the people at the queue with aghast, I hate the people too. Bitterly blames them my incipience inconvenient. Olden days some time I left basket right there I walked off, I couldn’t bothered waiting the long queue, but now I realized and become a wiser if I do that I lose my double time, so I won’t do that anymore. I become a smart aren’t I? so I sigh deeply, and put my basket side and was reading shelves, it was coffee and tea section, wow so many difference teas, I never trust tea drinkers I told myself, at coffee section I have never seen so many difference coffee honestly! Wow you coffee come from long way and thank you very much my every morning, I only trust coffee drinker like myself I told myself. I was looking around my right side which behind my queue; they are young Chinese girls netting away their mushy mushy stuff and left side a girl was reading away her waiting time, waste not want not. She a was faraway grail, don’t care her inference foot work in her basket-moving following queue. She was full deadly concentrations on her swastikas rowing brain is a waiting line striker. So I was interests in what she was reading. What are you reading? I asked her invisible way, and I was poking my head into her book too. I self- invited into her visual territory, reading her book, I was taller then her so I actually top of her head into her book. She was reading “ black gate never open” a book chapter, it was a science fiction. She was absorbed the afar. Getting interesting so I put my head more closely read the book with her, a line come to me “Moral Is Fabric Of Our Life!” humh…, then suddenly she was looking at me her blackest smartest silently eyes with be-wildest and her eyes were asking “what are you doing? So I said “gee that is interesting?” what is it? I bent my head her book face, it was wired wiry book cover. She didn’t do anything but she put her head into her book again, but she put her book out more distant so that I can read too. she couldn’t care less whether I invade her space, I could not care whether she share with me her book or not I just read her book away and the time came she fold her book without regarding my reading just gone to a check out counter….

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!