Munich – A Diary of strange events

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It’s like flying saucers. If you haven’t seen one – there’s no way to convince you they exist – now that you’ve seen the naked truth. Welcome to the point of no return – yes, it’s true, big is beautiful in Bavaria.

Yes, these are real shop front mannequins – yes they have tummies, thunder tights and are even slightly pear shape.

They might not be perfect, but they’re real. I can accept that, cellulite and all, because that’s how it is – truth is I don’t mind fat or even really ugly women.

Don’t even mind if they have fake tits (infact I quite like them) – but I draw the line on fake and pretentious people – this is real, so there you have it.

My body is a temple. But you know what? Sometimes it can be an amusement park. Yesterday it was a bus terminal. Today it’s a rubbish recycling plant. I have been walking since 5 and it’s high noon. I am hungry and this shit came from a corner shop in a rough neighborhood. I ordered lamb, salad, onion rings in a pita. The lamb taste like ears, nose and tongue – haven’t found the lamb yet;  the onion rings are soggy and the pita is definitely an overnighter   – besides I am surrounded by a bunch of lowlifes eating the same stuff – Looking around me, I don’t see a single one of them complaining. It’s rough here and it doesn’t pay to stand out like a sore thumb. The best thing to do in a rough and tough neighborhood is go with the flow – so I shove the guy next to me for more space for my bag and water and causally ask the leader of the pack, “where is the best place to bury a dead body around here?” That gets me into the inner circle – I blend right in and chow down this shit with the rest – it’s just fuel.

 

There are some things about myself I don’t feel the need to explain to anyone. All I know is my feet is killing me; I’ve taken off my shoes and socks to fix it in a high end café; some people across me are giving me highbrow evil looks; but what they think means a big fat nothing to me.

They can only affect me if I allow them into my personal space  – so there I was in my hermetically sealed private world. And there they were looking into my world through a porthole – at this point I may not know what my strengths are but I know my weakness is my busted feet – so whether it goes down well with their coffee and pretzels;  I really don’t give a shit. It needs fixing.

Coming to think of it, maybe I should give a shit? If I was sitting on the other side and watching myself do this; I would think it’s pretty odd and disgusting as well. But if I start thinking about what other people think. I am never going to get my feet fixed and that would just lead to whole lot of grief.

In life everyone needs a fuck off I don’t care switch – once that switch is thrown anything is possible  – you become very aerodynamic – thoughts and actions acquire speed, precision and purpose , there is zero resistance – as for those looking into the porthole at me they’re probably thinking this man has to be either so self-centered  or so confident about who he is and where he stands in this world that he sees nothing wrong about going about his business with his own rules  – I just wished I didn’t have so much problems convincing myself  I fall into the latter category  – maybe I am just immature.

 

Wonder no more why I don’t ever drive in Munich. Here is the mother of all confusions.  A tower of Babel of the road world. In broader terms it can serve as an allegory for how people see themselves and others, everyone thinks they are normal only because they are abnormal enough to believe they are normal. But what can you do when an abnormal person tells you are normal when you know you’re abnormal? Confused now?

Trust me, don’t drive in Munich, take a bus, train or better still stick to tennis shoes. Some things in life will always remain mysteries.

 

An old woman has lost something. I know. It’s easy once you have cultivated this bent of studying people. She’s looking for something. It’s written all over her face. I reckon it must have been a haunting loss. The type where something really important was probably snatched right out of her hands by a thief in the night – No, it can’t be a thing, people aren’t that furtive when it comes to things, not even money –  she’s got that distant searching look. In the way people sometimes gaze at distant star. It’s a dazzling light, but the light is from another age, place and time. Maybe the star has long burnt out and cooled to a dark cinder.  And all she’s trying to do is catch this dying light before it all streams out leaving nothing but darkness-  perhaps a father, mother, brother, sister…lover – he or she is somewhere in the folds of the distant past.

I know. I can sense this old lady’s yearning. I am a searcher and it’s a vampire thing. One searcher instinctively senses the presence of another searcher.

She walks towards me – she speaks pidgin German. I notice she puts the verb in front of her sentences  –  that’s a give. I try French. I score. We continue to play out pictures in her head . Suddenly as if remembering something she draws out a name – I know exactly what to do – it’s exactly like an online strategy role playing game only this time it’s for real – we buy a ticket to the Jewish  Memorial site.

I head directly for the third floor – there’s an archive in one discreet corner. Few people know it even exist;  less know there’s  a book with just reams and reams of names. Each neatly allotted a span of time and space….arranged neatly like refugees on a shelve that no one ever bothers with.

The guard wonders why I am wearing shades in this empty chamber. I remove them. I give him that, “please fuck off look.” He goes away. 

Eventually, I match the name to a printed page in one of the many books.

The old woman suddenly let’s out a quivering murmur. She runs her wrinkled fingers slowly across a name in the page like a touchstone.

Maybe she is bidding him farewell, saying hello or I remember. Or perhaps I am just filling up the blanks with my imagination – repeating a word adroitly again and again leaving behind a feeling of immeasurable emptiness – It’s a list of names of from those who once perished in Dachau (concerntration camp during the Nazi era). I leave quietly leaving the crumpled figure alone in a dark chamber….I don’t know whether what I did was right or wrong.

But I know it’s not a computer game.

We adults think we always know best; we constantly try to raise the bar on kids, especially if we think they are gifted. And the surprising thing about smart kids is usually they manage to jump through those hoops we put up. But the irony is when we do this time and again – without us realizing it, kids soon lose that sense of serendipity that only comes from learning through trial and error – worse they lose that deep spirited sense of accomplishment by figuring stuff all by themselves without adults – when that happens, they lose their innate elasticity that nature bestowed on them; they become hard like us adults and even begin to behave like us. And once they get into that hermetically sealed bubble, it’s almost impossible to get them really excited about anything.

That’s why I think we have to be playful and retain the kid in us even as adults – this idea of using ice cold river water to cool servers that can run as hot as furnaces must have cost a bomb to build – for the moment, they need tons of micro camera’s just to monitor the stability alone! Because most of it runs beneath the floor – I am going to kill the guy who signed off on this experimental project! (why doesn’t anyone tell me anything!). 

This new server farm is where virtual raw materials in any game are converted by virtual factories into virtual products such as ray guns, space ships and magnetic booties for all of you to buy using monopoly money. I spend a full day here – the director of the Interspacing Metal Exchange is accompanied by a representative of the Confederation – they give me a tour and I am even given the honor of commissioning this new server farm (what a bunch of dummies to even consider me worthy of such ceremony and pomp). This isn’t off the shelf stuff, every rivet, sprocket, push pin, bearing cover,  bracket, cam, mount, collar, pinhole and rail was built from scratch – it’s a prototype server that is cooled by icy cold water from the nearby river – if you didn’t know servers can get really hot and heat is the greatest enemy to any system – as what it does is not only slow down the transmission of data, but its like pancreatic cancer, it sets into motion a host of other problems – so the whole idea is when these servers get over heated, gates would be automatically opened to allow water to pass through these servers instead of using heat sinks ( I am just wondering why not just open the windows or use a fan?) – but these people keep insisting that it gets dusty around here – I am not convinced, but I smile any way – the whole idea is once the water comes out from the otherside its so hot that it’s sold to a nearby cottage brewery that uses it to either heat their premises during winter or to ferment beer (now you know why I never drink beer in Munich). The director of the IME tells us that one day this technology can be upscaled and commoditized and can even be sold commercially as a environmentally green idea – no one is convinced. The only people who are clapping are the Germans. The rest of us are asking ourselves how much did this cost? And why weren’t we told about this?

My only grip is it’s over designed by a factor of 10 (that’s something that I’ve noticed in Germany. If they make something, they design it in under the assumption that it must be able survive at least 10 thermo nuclear attack – everything is over the top!) and it’s just unbelievably costly – but I am going to shaddap and just smile, because the team who put this together loved, cared and nourished this project  like a kid who loves to do neat tricks with their bicycles – so who am I to start mucking up the party.

The EF0001 plant code was developed predominantly by the rubberband brigade – these are an anonymous group who have always shadowed the brotherhood – my sincere thanks goes out to many of them who have worked so hard to make all this happen – as what they accomplished here is something that we can never ever do even if we had ten life times –  so I am not going to be spoiler – for me when I see so much attention to detail dedicated to gaming it’s just poetry in motion – it just means that I am obselete and that’s incredibly edifying – as I am so dispensable that I may already be so useless and redundant, that I should consider doing something else with the rest of my useless  life – my gut feel tells me that’s something they never ever teach you in Harvard Business school – that IMHO should be the way to lead – drive yourself to the point when you become so useless and irrelevant; only then can you really be certain everyone else has been empower, enabled and knows the goal so well that even if you should not go to office one day, one month, one year or for one century – no one gives two hoots –  the system will still hums without a glitch – that should be the litmus test of every leader – to render himself useless!

I know now shutting my big fat mouth is the best decision I ever made when I visited the new server farm in Munich. (that’s not easy as I happen to be the grumbling type)

I just wished sometimes the kid in the man had a bit of accounting knowledge from time to time. I am just wondering; who the fuck is going to pay for all this! Singaporedaddy is punching numbers into a casio calculator, it’s smoking! He looks worried as he checks them off on a spread sheet.

The mechanism for the gating is complicated – this is the heart that allows water to flow to cool the heatsinks of the server – these gates are designed with two variable actuators that can vary the flow of water like paddles to keep the temperature constant to a factor of plus and minus 0.5% – after that we all argue over the patents, rights and how to divide the spoils / a shouting match ensues, insults are traded a fight breaks out, an idiot shout out, its just a glorified water pump, all hell breaks loose and someone threatens to call the police – I light a cigarette, sit down and watch this all go by – soon we hear sirens – so we all decide to get into the car for a drink and some chow – this is how politics is conducted with us and the guilds  – another day, same shit.

 

…here she is, all mine….finally, all mineeeeeeeeeeeeee, trying her best to give me all she has. The company is great. Yet 20 minutes into the meal; you’re still stuggling to get to beyond the crust of the pork knuckle.  It’s hard as armor plating. As far as the eye can see everyone seems to be tucking in. To the north of the table, our German host even offers a toast, to the east more of the same from a representative from the Confederation. Yet  I am still struggling. After 40 minutes, I pengshan (give up), cannot means cannot.

However, the sweets were great. One thing about eating in Munich is go local -that’s to say, try to avoid the tourist crowd at all cost and if possible eat where the locals eat – a good rule of thumb is to seek out places and locations tucked away from the main boulevard, if you want the real stuff. Finding authentic Bavarian cuisine has it benefits – firstly, it staves off cancer of the wallet and the results can only be described as incredibly satifying and rewarding.

Darkness 2010

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So understand this little rich girl, there is reading and there is reading, there is a world of difference, if you dont even bother to argue with the belief, you are what you eat. Then you would have absolutely no problem understanding – why, you are most definitely without a shadow of doubt what you read and dont read.

You can certainly categorize what I write, but you have no right to judge ……that was what Singaporedaily did – a broad line has to be drawn, otherwise, dont be surprise, if someone decides its card blanche to give you and me the mushroom treatment, “feed you shit and keep you in the dark.” So this has nothing to do with Anime 3 and her rubberband brigade. I value her readership and support, but this is a bigger sphere we are dealing with here – so this is where I will draw the line…it will hurt…like that other fake site, Temasek review that kept faking doss attacks; but how could they let the real wolf out without first planting the idea in peoples mind, “if it can happen to me, it will also happen to you,” Think about it – they cried wolf – we helped, but this time, I am not going to stick my neck out for no one…its everyman for himself….I dont even care, if the whole house catches fire…call it tough love, but if you aren’t a hard man, then you shouldn’t be in the ring and that’s the only way to deal with people who cry wolf, its all here, the explanation

 

Munich – The Heart of Darkness – Travelogue

It’s an ongoing process. Coming to the terms with the past that is – I start off early way before the sun rises and I just walk.

If this was just any other city in any other part of the world; walking for the sake of walking would probably mean very little beyond putting one foot in front of another.

But I am not in just any other city. This is Munich the capital of Bavaria. Germany’s lost and found land where the seed of evil was once planted by Adolf Hitler and his motley crew as he inched his way into the hearts and minds of ordinary Germans– these days, it’s hard if impossible to believe this was where the Nazi seed first took root and germinated like one of Jack’s magical beanstalks – everything these days about that past is either gutted out, entombed or tucked away neatly in some cigar box.

Bavaria these days is as modern as quick silver – the center of the Europe’s semi conductor industry, the home of BMW and ten other fortune 500 firms – thanks in part to Hollywood; it’s even been given the antiseptic wire brush treatment – where one can even believe evil never once reared its ugly head here; as Julie Andrews and Christopher Plummer once said, the hills are filled with the songs of music – never mind that when Julie Andrews was prancing around wearing curtains; this was also the same place where the hills were probably filled with the sounds of jack boots and yelping Jews as they were herded to cattle wagons destined to death camps – or that while Julie Andrews was busying herself as governess to the Von Claptraps and their seven yodeling dwarfs her CEO was currying favor to earn the title of Hitler’s pope – nothing about that evil narrative of Hitler’s rise to power exist anymore in Bavaria – it’s all vanished.

These days Munich is classified as Germany’s most beautiful city; there’s nothing kitsch about this appellation either, the stones look weathered and timeless as if they grew out straight from the ground; walking around a medley of medieval towers, baroque arches, spires and endless buildings it’s hard to believe 90% of Munich was once flattened by allied bombing – the timelessness of the stones along with all the meticulous trapping of the past as a component of the present is enough to erase all the horrid memories of this hamlet which was once considered the crèche of the Nazi movement.

That’s why I am walking. As its only when one walks that one is able to see beyond the veneer of modern day Bavaria, what becomes clear after the end of my first day of walking is the duality which makes up present day Munich. On one face is the Munich of post Nazi Germany that most people see and beneath it all is the unhealed, unfinished and unspeakable Munich that exist only in my mind’s eye – these days the only thing that remains of the Nazi Munich are either stumps, loose bricks and bits of remnants from some distant past – you could even call me a sort of time traveler as the city map I am using is printed circa 1933 – the curious thing about wandering through new Munich with an old map is not so much where you choose to go physically – as it remains how much of the past you want to immerse yourself into – here and there, I make out buildings, boulevards and public squares that used to stand; somewhere in my mind’s eye I can just about superimpose the long shadows of the past against the present – though at times it can be a surreal especially when one stands before a building where Hitler once wrote his book called Mein Kampf only to realize today it’s just another faceless Apple retail outlet; or finding myself in some cavernous beer hall only to realize somewhere amid the sweat, saliva, laughter and big bone beer maidens of modern Bavaria the present idyll dissolves (usually after 3 beers): giving way to memories of  faint Nazi songs somewhere in my soggy alcohol soaked brain – that this was the place where a man with a funny moustache once stood and preached fire and brimstones as the crowd foamed in the mouth with hatred for the Jews.

But unlike other cities that I’ve visited such as Stalingrad; no one in Munich ever talks about the war – I mean in Stalingrad you could walk into any drink hole and the walls would be plastered with sepia prints of young men in uniforms – but here in Munich all you really see are Hansel and Gretal pictures, antler heads like one’s in the previous P-65 blog – it’s as though a giant vacuum cleaner has sucked up the entire collective consciousness of what once transpired in Nazi Bavaria and bagged it in some hole in the ground – silence it seems, is something you can actually hear in only Munich.

I am not saying for one moment that the Germans are engaged in some form of mass denial – nothing could be further from the truth. If anything the Germans are brutally honest about their past to the extent it’s almost impossible to cross two or three public squares without running into at least a dozen Jewish holocaust memorials – nowhere else in Germany or for that matter the world will you find atonement for the sins of the past on such a mega scale as in Munich- but what cannot be denied is while it may sound cool at this point to quote Santayana’s aphorism,

“Those who do not remember the past are condemned to repeat it.” 

What’s missing from this narrative of remembrance of things past is we don’t always acknowledge that the seemingly simple act of remembering is far easier for some than for others.

Memories, I am reminded will always be doubled edged, it can fill you up with warmth and bring a smile; but in a place like Munich, it can tear your heart out and rip it into ribbons.

What I am about to write may even come across as a backdoor defense of Nazism (so if you find that I am not updating my blog next week, that means Mossad has probably done me in), because traditionally, we always been conditioned to believe that only the Jews and the rest of occupied Europe and Russia suffered most under Nazism –but what’s seldom discussed is how so many ordinary and decent Germans suffered silently under the iron girdle of Nazism; and it’s this unwritten side of German war time life that’s missing – the lost opportunities, lost possibilities, lost hopes, lost voices,  innocence lost along with feelings they can never reclaim back that runs like an underground stream in the German psyche even today. I suspect that could be one reason why Germans these days are often fingered as being ambivalent about their past- but nothing could be further from the truth; as the act of remembering can be sometimes be so painful – it can be unbearable. And it doesn’t help that standard histories have so utterly denied the other side of the real people who make up the German story to suggest there were never any good Germans; and even less who were even prepared to fight to keep their humanity even if it meant sacrificing everything – that can’t be true.

If the business of remembering the past compels us to remain truthful, then somewhere beneath the sheen of modern Munich lies this jig-saw piece that might complete the picture – will I ever find it in my long walks;  probably not….maybe all this is just a great diffusion of energy?

Maybe when we ask ourselves why are ordinary Germans so resigned to their past that they don’t even feel the need to gloss it over like the Japanese (who keep revising their history books); the psychology is not so different from a man who reaches a point of no return in his life. A point where he can no longer go forward anymore. And when this man who could just as well be me or you,  reaches that point, all we can really do is quietly accept our lot – that I believe is how most Germans see themselves against the long shadows of their terrible past.

And this begs the question: why stir up the shit of the past? Wouldn’t it better to just let sleeping dogs lie? Besides what’s done is done, it cannot be undone….for fuck sake, that was 70 years ago, so why can’t we just move on?

I just think that has to be a travesty in the broader scheme of things if the imperative is to improve people and planet – you can only believe the past has nothing worthy to offer; if you can buy into the fantasy the present can just walk over the hill without any historical baggage – that’s not possible –  if the goal is to make a better tomorrow we have to keep on making new reference cards about what’s right and wrong, good and bad, worth fighting, defending and sometimes even dying for etc – to do that I am reminded we always need a reference point somewhere in the distant past – granted, it may not be the best way to make sense of the world, but it may be the only way, we have for the moment.

Because as long as the specter of terror against humanity persist, that means the seed of evil that once took root here in Munich is still alive – the good fight is far from over – I am reminded these days evil can even be couched in goody good – be it in Imperial fantasia of the Bush administrations simplistic plan to invade Iraq in the name of freedom. Or the many mini-me Adolf Hitler’s such as Slobodan Milošević, Charles Taylor, Osama Bin Laden, Omar Hassan al-Bashir et al who still continue to threaten humanity – providing that kernel of evil still exist; then the only thing that stands against evil has to be the power of remembrance.

So if I had to plumb between forgetting or remembering  it has to be the latter despite all its misgiving that’s the only way I know how to past down the knowledge to our kids  about the dark forces that lead groups and individuals to commit crimes against humanity –  with these thoughts when I look back at Munich high above the Alps, I can’t but help but wonder whether I may have somehow forgotten that the journey isn’t a way of reaching a destination, the journey is the destination, in this trip at least – that’s just another way of saying, when we ask ourselves how is possible for a nation to commit those unspeakable horrors some 70 years ago?

The answer can never be found in one crazy motherfucker called Adolf Hitler or for that matter the National Socialist Party nor is it to be found in the German way of life, but perhaps the place where the seed of evil can somehow take root remains in the primal human character called man.

Darkness 2010

(This essay has been funded exclusively by the Interspacing Metal Exchange & The Confederation of Gamers – published in Ekunaba, PBK, SLF 1 & 9, the strangelands, dotseng, TBL, Kassairwilhem No.6 – The Brotherhood Press 2010)

“In this world, there are things you can only do all by yourself. And things you can only do with somebody else or maybe a group because the undertaking is so big.

But even if you find yourself in a sea of men, you shouldn’t be swept away by them – if you really ask me how did the Germans fuck the world and  themselves up in one go….you don’t even need to read one page of history, it’s because somewhere down the line the “I” and “you,” just got rubbed out by the bullshit of the greater  “we” –“us” and ‘them.” That’s to say the individual gave way to the generic – sometimes when you find yourself marinating in the “we.” You’ve got to work darn hard to keep the “I” intact. You’ve got to find a way to nourish the “I.” You’ve got to make sure it stays in one piece. And that’s hard work my friends!

May even make you look really difficult, selfish and anti-social, cause you to lose that promotion or job, fuck you up even with the whole community that not a single person wants to be seen next to you; may even mean everyone talks bad behind your back and no one wants to do business with you….but…hey, what did you expect, I told it ain’t easy to keep the “I” whole.

If you want easy street then go with the crowd. Man… you don’t even need to be a human being to do that even a plastic bag can go with the flow downstream… 

The really funny thing is if there were just maybe a car load of people who could think against the tide when Hitler was right here doling out his trolley load of shit ….evil would have been put to sleep there and then….those guys would have roasted him – that to me is the real tragedy about Nazi Germany……..”

Darkness 2010 – conversation with the Muchen Guild after commissioning the new Asia Pacific gaming server in Germany – reported by the Chronicler of the Book of Ages / Chapter 391, under the heading – “The Exodus,” Pg 4,029 -4,037 / The Brotherhood Press 2010.

 

 

N.B MESSAGE BY MISSY DOTTY:  DO BOOKMARK THIS SITE, IF SOME OF YOU CLAIM, YOU ARE MISSING OUT, BOOKMARK IT, THAT WAY WHEN WE DECIDE TO TAKE OFF SOMEWHERE ELSE, AT LEAST YOU CAN FOLLOW US ON THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD TO CONT READING SOME OF OUR STUFF . BOOKMARK, IT AS WHEN THEY TAKE OFF, AS THEY DO, AT LEAST, YOU WILL HAVE A LINK, DO IT NOW!– ANOTHER GOOD REASON TO BOOKMARK THIS SITE IS THIS HAS HAPPENED  RECENTLY – http://singaporedaily.net/2010/01/11/daily-sg-11-jan-2010/#comment-7611 , THE BP HAS BARRED ALL FUTURE ESSAYS TO BE POSTED BY THE SINGAPORE DAILY. I DID ASK BABY DARKNESS ABOUT THIS AND THIS IS WHAT HE HAD TO SAY, ” There are two ways to read, one is you let someone spoon feed you like a baby. The second is you choose what and how you want to eat.  Remember, if your body is a temple. Your mind has to be the altar piece; it’s the linchpin that makes possible the grand idea of La Convivencia with you and your community, spirit, mind and perhaps 7 million other things- without this one thing, the power to choose, you are simply a cactus on a window sill! 

So understand this little rich girl, there is reading and there is reading, there is a world of difference, if you dont even bother to argue with the belief, you are what you eat. Then you would have absolutely no problem understanding – why, you are most definitely without a shadow of doubt what you read and dont read.

You can certainly categorize what I write, but you have no right to judge ……that was what Singaporedaily did – a broad line has to be drawn, otherwise, dont be surprise, if someone decides its card blanche to give you and me the mushroom treatment, “feed you shit and keep you in the dark.” So this has nothing to do with Anime 3 and her rubberband brigade. I value her readership and support, but this is a bigger sphere we are dealing with here – so this is where I will draw the line…it will hurt…like that other fake site, Temasek review that kept faking doss attacks; but how could they let the real wolf out without first planting the idea in peoples mind, “if it can happen to me, it will also happen to you,” Think about it – they cried wolf – we helped, but this time, I am not going to stick my neck out for no one…its everyman for himself….I dont even care, if the whole house catches fire…call it tough love, but if you aren’t a hard man, then you shouldn’t be in the ring and that’s the only way to deal with people who cry wolf, its all here, the explanation

http://singaporedaily.net/2010/01/12/daily-sg-12-jan-2010/#comment-7618 – dont worry dotty, the readers will eventually pick up the scent…they always do, you just wait and see, dont ever sweat the small stuff, life is too short – Darkness 2010……”Missy Dotty

When China cuts its nose off, its always a great buying opportunity.

Google is planning so say bye bye to China – China doesn’t seem to be backing down. They are fixing bayonets and holding true to the line – true to the communist spirit of “if you are not with us, you are against us.” They have even begun to isolate Google by leveraging on their arm twisting strategy to influence other players in the region to either boycott or make life difficult for Google – the strategy is as old as the hills, poison the wells, burn the hamlets and hopefully, Google will realize it doesn’t pay to fuck with the Chinese – there’s only one problem here, life isn’t that simple – nevermind that China was the one who started this cyber war. Nevermind that in December, the Chinese cyber squad even tried to steal  intellectual property from Google. They were so good, they even had the courtesy to leave enough breadcrumbs to be traced to a computer school that’s operated by the PLA. So much for their super duper cyber kamikaze program – their motto seems to be, “we missed the boat!” Only for the rest to exclaim, “our aim must be improving!”

Fact is Google’s pull out will hurt China in more ways than I can possibly elaborate – the effects are not only devastating from a research and development standpoint. But it will also have a ripple effect that is likely to be felt across the tech supply pipeline starting from the internet, finance, technology, media, gaming and even all the way up to Wall Street (as so many Chinese firms are already listed there). This will all take some time to pan out. But pan out I assure you it will- and the effects will be devastating – I don’t really believe the Chinese fully understand the tech implications of all this. It takes imagination.

One area that will be hardest hit is online gaming. This brings me to a stock pick that I have been shadowing recently – check out Shanda Games Limited (Nasdaq ticker: GAME) – let me give you the low down on this stock. They have tons of money, but they don’t know what to do with it – as for their business model its slightly two rungs higher than Cluedo and tic-tac-toe. This is probably the only online gaming firm on this planet that claims that online Xian Chee (Chinese chess) is the hottest thing since Janet Jackson’s bobbies decided to do an impression of the movie “Alien,” with Ben Affleck (yes, there was a time when all I wanted was to see her naked, but these days, I just wish she put on some curtains) . Cut to the chase this stock is currently getting hammered left, right and center – they have no idea where they are going and I strongly believe the management of Shanda is consulting a monkey in a Fu Manchu suit that winds up a black box to churn out I Ching anagrams to help them make their corporate decisions  – wonder no more why Shanda has shed nearly 35% of it’s value this month alonea and is now trading at $7 / my feel is firms like Shanda will be one of those who will feel the shockwaves of the Google pull out – as what many people do not realize is when firms with a critical intellectual mass like Google decide to pull the plug on China – it’s really like a travelling circus troupe packing up and moving along – a whole lot of stuff accompanies the circus troupe, magicians, acrobats, wire walkers, fire eaters, dancing girls, cooks, blacksmiths, elephants, monkeys and talking parrots etc – same holds true for  tech enterprises, developers, imagers, copy screen visualizers, formatters, coders and a whole lot of skill that takes 20 years to develop will just all go up in smoke. Worse part is all these deficits will be like pancreatic cancer to the gaming industry – usually when the intellectual capital drops gaming is the first to register the loss in business IQ – it just dives like a submarine!

My bet is Shanda is going to have to tie up soon with another foreign firm who can supply the much needed mojo. Or maybe they will just buy up their own stock – either way as an investor you cannot lose with this stock. This stock is set to fly not because the management is smart; but because they are so dumb, they have absolutely no idea how to grow an online gaming industry, but they are prepared to do almost anything along with paying any price just to maintain a beach head in the gaming scene – that may not make one ounce of sense from a business enterprise perspective – but my feel is Shanda just wants in so badly, they are really not so different from the Chinese Government who are even prepared to pour billions into something so senseless as the great Chinese fire wall – that simply means on the short term, you can never lose as an investor – as what we are dealing with is not business in the conventional sense as it remains a mad firm that is really so fixated with the gaming scene they are even prepared to burn down the whole house just to keep going on full steam.

This just means they right for the picking because my gut feel tells me a flying saucer is going to land very soon in their backyard. Only one thing is clear, I don’t expect this company to survive for more than 2 years maximum – the way I see it, it#s already dead – just remember when the time comes to sell, take your knife out and slit her throat! Sorry, it’s nothing personal, it’s just business.

Keep an eye on Shanda. Like all Chinese based firms with dodgy accounting she’s good for only bang bang, thank you and bye bye.

Citigroup – the zombie bank is alive!

Citigroup shares are looking perky this morning. Last checked they were up some 6%! And the ball is still rolling. I made a recommendation on the 18th March to park your money there – so this is turning out to be a real winner – the funny thing about citigroup (ticker: C) is no one really expects much from a deader than dead bank – till of course…..check this out  Bloomberg reports that the U.S. Treasury “intends to unload its 27 percent stake in bailed-out bank Citigroup Inc. using a preset trading plan that will lock the government into a schedule for selling its shares, people with direct knowledge of the matter said.” What does this mean in plain simple Simon English – well it just means the Citigroup Inc is going to be denationalized as the US government no longer wants to get into banking. What does this mean for you the investor? Simple, Citigroup shares will go higher from this point onwards. But hold on a second, there are still a few pesky details here that really bother me. First, how the fuck is the US government going to unload Citigroup shares? If they dump it all in one go…then what’s likely to happen is the share price from the current value is going to take a nose dive…so the devil is really in the details. 

To me this idea of the US Treasury saying bye bye to Citi was given from day one – the real question is when. The good news is if you dived in on 18th March, you’re already made a decent profit (8% is not bad for just one week! huh)  – the real question is do you hold on to Citi and seed out rope or do you begin exiting her? Personally, I don’t know. The way I see it the US treasury usually fucks it all up / so I will be looking out for the specifics as to how they’re going to unload $7.7 Billion into the market without causing a crash. Meanwhile if you’re still into C, she’s good for the short run, seed out rope and hold on tight……she’s alive!

(Warning: Pls note there are only compulsive liars, day dreamers and perpetual masturbators online – there is no truth in the internet – since I am a mental case you cannot possibly take my recommendation without a truck load of salt / do your own research when investing)

Disclosure: The author has substantial positions in C

YRC Worldwide Inc & Synovus financials – surefire kill

The time has come again teamsters – the Russians and Germans are going into YRCW. The Italians and Spaniards will be converging on the kill zone -where there is blood, there is opportuniy.My gut feel tell me this is buy. For the short term at least. Lets ride the way, she is good for at least a 30% run. After that it’s your call. I am cashing out once she peaks 40%.

I am also looking into Synovus. My feel is she will break usd$4.00 soon within maybe a week or two – could be wrong – but she is good to go!

(WARNING: THERE ARE ONLY LIES AND DISINFORMATION ONLINE / PLEASE DO YOU OWN RESEARCH – SINCE I AM MENTALLY RETARDED. I CANNOT ACCEPT ANY RESPONSIBILTY FOR YOUR INVESTMENT DECISIONS)

DISCLOSURE: THE AUTHOR HAS SUBSTANTIAL POSITONS IN YRCW and SNV.

Blockbuster Inc – we have a runner!

Teamsters.

The Falcon has heard the Falconer – Blockbuster Inc ticker BBI is on the run – she’s red hot – the time now is 2254 SG time / Dow opened less than 30 mins ago / hang on tight and lock and load – I am in! The Russians have gone off the blocks; the Germans will follow soon for the raid.

Happy Hunting!

Darkness 2010

(Warning: There are only lies and disinformation in the internet. No one in the internet is credible; they are all just a bunch of retards – if you want the truth go to the Strait Times – remember the stock market is just a giant casino – do your own research – since I am mentally retarded, I cannot be expected to take any responsibility for your investment decisions)

DISCLOSURE: THE AUTHOR HAS POSITIONS IN BBI

BIOCENTRIC ENGY HLDGS INC

This is going to have to be a mini skirt. A month and a bit ago, I made a buy call for BIOCENTRIC ENGY HLDGS INC (Ticker: BEHL) at USD$0.09 / today she’s at USD$0.011 / last night she rocketed up some 17%! / I suspect it could be syndicated buying as most of the calls came from an anonymous source deep in the labyrinth of Belarus and mid way switch over to Russia / so when cowboys come in I am out / now ordinarily, I would seed rope and just let her run for what she’s worth. But my feel is the market is getting choppy and with the Russian mafia muscling in (because I still can’t work out how with everything going South, BEHL can somehow beat the odds! Cannot figure out in this case just means what it means, cannot figure out!) Under those conditions, we all better just take profit and get back in the car and drive off where we came from (nevertheless, not a bad innings eh 25% in one month wot?).

BEHL is a sell. Gentlemen this is not a drill. First ring sell, sell, sell,sell!

P.S: Just make sure whatever profits you make give some to theonlinecitizen, that will get the Liaison officer Singaporedaddy off by back. Always remember it has to go around; the way I see it, it makes far more sense to give it to a site than to some bent pastor who thinks Jesus wants him to venture into the real estate business – the right to read Gentlemen is never free!

Happy Hunting

Darkness 2010

(WARNING: THERE ARE ONLY LIES AND DISINFORMATION IN THE INTERNET. SINCE THERE ARE ONLY LIARS AND PERPETUAL MASTURBATORS ONLINE, IT IS NOT POSSIBLE TO MAKE ANY MONEY – SO DO YOU OWN RESEARCH AND TRUST THE STRAIT TIMES AND DO NOT LOOK LEFT OR RIGHT – JUST KEEP TO THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD)

DISCLOSURE: THE AUTHOR HAS POSITIONS IN BEHL

An accident meeting with a girl in Stalingrad – Travelogue

“There is more here than just lands at stake here, this a rassenkampf (race war), where only one can survive! We the German people are the undeniable master race. It is not enough, I tell you to just preserve our Nordic way of life! We must be able to replenish the Aryan, and pursue our policy of racial purity by eradicating the inferiors! Do not believe for one moment we are ordinary people! Ordinary people cannot accomplish our miraculous feats which speak of a great people with a greater destiny! In this short time, Czechoslovakia, Poland, Holland and France have all fallen and so will the city in East, far from here. The city that is the red menace of Bolshevikism that even bears the name of their corrupt leader, Stalingrad! We shall seize it in the name of the 1,000 year Reich!”

Adolf Hitler (1941)

No where else in the world does one hear the word ‘history’ spoken in the present tense as in Stalingrad – I mean Volgograd. For political reasons Stalingrad reflects the name of a controversial brutal dictator Josef Stalin, so they changed it during the 50’s.

But everyone here still calls her Stalingrad. I know you have all seen the stomach churning meat grinding violence of Saving Private Ryan along with the band of brothers – we know the narrative by heart – the West defeated the Nazis. Right?

Nothing can be further from the truth, though historians may differ on who dealt the mortal blow that packed off Adolf Hitler and his uber Aryans to the rubbish heap of history, no one disputes, this is where the story of the beginning of the end for Hitler and his motley crew began –  in a dimly lit bar South of the city, where old soldiers hang out with their medals strewn out like coins, Stalingrad leaps to life; covering the walls sepia prints of young men in uniforms form a collage of the fallen – in one corner a hall of a fame to the fallen is graced with a solitary tongue of light, next to it someone is playing a broken guitar – it baths the bar in an eiree light, maybe it’s just me. I’ve been drinking – I take another swig of fajhir – the local moonshine, stilled from some say potatoes, beetroot and a dash of gunpowder to give it a strangely aniseed flavor – “They used to make right here during the great patriotic struggle, when the Vodka ran out. Somehow it stayed on when world went ahead!” The bartender points to the silent faces on the walls – he pours me another – I down it in one go – it doesn’t burn, feels great as it oils it’s way down slowly like the dark mysterious waters of the Volga; and soon I find myself wishing I had a neck as long as a giraffe, my demeanor says it all, “hit me again bartender.”

Its hard to imagine these days amid the sea of people, just sauntering along – mothers pushing their prams – fathers reading newspapers in parks – kids poking at carp with twigs in the central square in Volgograd – this was once the same place that saw the fiercest fighting and heroic struggles in human history. From time to time, a monument juts out proclaiming, “this was where we stood our ground!” – “not one inch!” – “for the motherland! Urrah!” Despite the way these stone motifs regularly impose their message on the traveler’s consciousness. No where else in the world do they pale in comparison to the narrative these people hold in their hearts whenever they speak about the epic battle of Stalingrad. The mood is climatic and it’s everywhere leaching into the street, oozing out of wall papers, ever present even in the ordinariness of life.

Even the hotel receptionist, a matronly type who looked as if she just retired from some KGB run gulag in Siberia – someone that has as much emotional quotient as stuffed grizzly bear is able to turn to me one evening starring with intense watery eyes intoning, “When you write about Russia, you will write about the things you ate, about and the things you saw with your eyes and hear with your ears, but  this is the only corner of Russia where you can never read, taste or hear about pain, only feel it.” She looks dismissively at my Leica camera while placing a her hand gently on my heart as she walks away – lost in some distant memory – a father, brother, sister, lover or maybe just lamenting the passing of her youth – who really knows – the mood clings to me like seaweed. Though it lasted only a seconds, it left me reeling and wondering: why history had etched itself so deeply into this corner of the world? That even strangers feel the need to bare out their souls like some modern day ancient mariner of time. One rarely hears about those sort personal dioramas in New York, Paris or even in Singapore. 

In those bustling world centers on the otherside of the world everyone is in their own ipod bubbled, shrink wrapped and distanced from the past -only the present and the future matters, but never in Stalingrad –everyone from taxi drivers to street vendors; have one foot in the past; they’re all historians, silent witnesses and like restless ghost; they don’t have a choice it seems but to tell their story again and again, it will not denied – like prayer beads; it matters little who it’s told too; the only thing that really matters is with each retelling; one bead slips smoothly over another till it all comes full circle, only to begin again – an unending meditative litany of shattered dreams and innocence lost; as if with each retelling somehow all the wrongs of the past can be washed away.

The traveler is always reminded of the duality between two narratives in Stalingrad —past and present – shuttling back and forth like a pendulum, the story of people as they turn the wheel of life as best they can today and the story of those who still haunt them from some distant past. And somewhere in this timeline, it seems as though both the past and present have ceased to exist as they merge into one blob to create what we see today – this place I tell myself again and again is where the present resides deep within the folds of the past as for the future; it’s just a word, like something you find written at the back of a chewing wrapper – it might as well be like a comb to a bald man – written is some scrawl that no one cares to read around here.

Even by today’s standards, it’s impossible to imagine the scale of loss and suffering this city once witnessed – the war reduced Stalingrad’s population from 600,000 to only 18,000 – 94% of the buildings were flattened – every square foot was bombed to re-scape the city at least 6 times over! A hell that even the invading Germans referred too as ‘Rattemkrieg’ (rat warfare) where close-quarter combat in ruined buildings, bunkers, cellars and sewers possessed a savage intimacy which appalled even the most seasoned soldiers.

I don’t even have a datum to scale those terrifying losses but my Lada driving taxi driver says, someone he knows does. He fought in Stalingrad, he says, “Only mama can take the pain away” as he pointed to the tallest mount overlooking the city – standing East of the Volga River that runs through the city from North to South – the statue called Mahyearh Koorghan – Mother Russia stands like a great beacon. She towers 164 ft tall and is listed in the Guiness book of Records as the tallest free standing monument. The locals, all refer to her as ‘mama’ she is not simply a memorial, but a sort of wailing wall of Jerusalem that every Russian is expected to make; the great pilgrimage to try to entomb their hurts and pain. Every Russian knows of someone whose father, brother, uncle, relative died in a Stalingrad. Mama is like some great Oprah Winfrey, Dalai Lama, Florence Nightingale and Britney Spears all rolled into one gigantic Beaux structure, the great embracer, patron to those who have loved and loss and looking at her stern features, its hard for to believe only mama can kiss it and make it all go away – but that’s how the narrative goes in Stalingrad; only she can make it better and worth it all, here beneath the giant toe of mama ordinary Russians can believe even dying of honorable dysentery in the great patriotic struggle is elevated to Byzantine glory – in one great sweep where the wind blows from the steppes right across the Volga; “mama, will take it all away.” said my taxi driver –  surveying the stadium sized tits of mama Russia I reckon she’s well equipped for the job.

She’s a mother alright! That’s when I realize, I’ve forgotten to load my camera with film.

Darkness

End of part 1, to be continued tomorrow when our debonair traveler meets the pretty book doctor – Martha. Find out what their respective histories holds for them.

(The Brotherhood Press  – EP 2309035 – Travelogue Series)

N.B MESSAGE BY MISSY DOTTY:  DO BOOKMARK THIS SITE, IF SOME OF YOU CLAIM, YOU ARE MISSING OUT, BOOKMARK IT, THAT WAY WHEN WE DECIDE TO TAKE OFF SOMEWHERE ELSE, AT LEAST YOU CAN FOLLOW US ON THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD TO CONT READING SOME OF OUR STUFF . BOOKMARK, IT AS WHEN THEY TAKE OFF, AS THEY DO, AT LEAST, YOU WILL HAVE A LINK, DO IT NOW!– ANOTHER GOOD REASON TO BOOKMARK THIS SITE IS THIS HAS HAPPENED  RECENTLY – http://singaporedaily.net/2010/01/11/daily-sg-11-jan-2010/#comment-7611 , THE BP HAS BARRED ALL FUTURE ESSAYS TO BE POSTED BY THE SINGAPORE DAILY. I DID ASK BABY DARKNESS ABOUT THIS AND THIS IS WHAT HE HAD TO SAY, ” There are two ways to read, one is you let someone spoon feed you like a baby. The second is you choose what and how you want to eat.  Remember, if your body is a temple. Your mind has to be the altar piece; it’s the linchpin that makes possible the grand idea of La Convivencia with you and your community, spirit, mind and perhaps 7 million other things- without this one thing, the power to choose, you are simply a cactus on a window sill! 

So understand this little rich girl, there is reading and there is reading, there is a world of difference, if you dont even bother to argue with the belief, you are what you eat. Then you would have absolutely no problem understanding – why, you are most definitely without a shadow of doubt what you read and dont read.

You can certainly categorize what I write, but you have no right to judge ……that was what Singaporedaily did – a broad line has to be drawn, otherwise, dont be surprise, if someone decides its card blanche to give you and me the mushroom treatment, “feed you shit and keep you in the dark.” So this has nothing to do with Anime 3 and her rubberband brigade. I value her readership and support, but this is a bigger sphere we are dealing with here – so this is where I will draw the line…it will hurt…like that other fake site, Temasek review that kept faking doss attacks; but how could they let the real wolf out without first planting the idea in peoples mind, “if it can happen to me, it will also happen to you,” Think about it – they cried wolf – we helped, but this time, I am not going to stick my neck out for no one…its everyman for himself….I dont even care, if the whole house catches fire…call it tough love, but if you aren’t a hard man, then you shouldn’t be in the ring and that’s the only way to deal with people who cry wolf, its all here, the explanation

http://singaporedaily.net/2010/01/12/daily-sg-12-jan-2010/#comment-7618 – dont worry dotty, the readers will eventually pick up the scent…they always do, you just wait and see, dont ever sweat the small stuff, life is too short – Darkness 2010……”Missy Dotty

Is Blockbuster the next Sirius XM radio?

Where there is blood it hardly requires any elaboration, there will always be sharks. Now that we all have our dorsal fin hats firmly screwed on – check this counter out on my periscope: Blockbuster (NYSE ticker: BBI). Let me give you the low down on this company – dying has to be an understatement when it comes to BBI – last night alone the beleaguered DVD rental chain’s shares gave up a whopping 25%!

Yes, my friends – we have been shadowing her along with the Germans. The rest will be racing to join in the kill – this means, I may have to fly to Germany after all.

It’s currently trading at USD$0.25 and I expect her to sink lower into loose change territory, possibly even as low as 5 cents – by the looks of it BBI is kaput. Even its management seem to be more preoccupied with making preparations for its own funeral than trying to send out SOS’s.

The word “bankruptcy” appeared some 2,030 times yesterday alone along side BBI – and to just in case, you’re in any doubt, that she’s going to die,  BBI is even filling for a 10-K with the SEC – in lay man’s language; that’s like asking for the priest to proceed with the last rites.

This story may sound familiar to anyone who once played Sirius XM Radio (Nasdaq: SIRI) when it was trading for loose change just around USD$0.05 cents – today, its trading around $1 – so you go and do the math. Will BBI be another come back kid ?

Well let me just be clear as far as investing is concerned; most people would rate BBI as a King Tut stock, it deader than dead – but I am not so sure the story with BBI is all cut and dried – you see I’ve been doing a lot of research into BBI (close to nearly 200 man hours in all) and what I see is something that could be worth something to other firms – the way I see it those other firms may just want a piece of BBI to retro-fit into their current business process to give them an extra zing – stands to reason why grow it from zero when you can just plug & play; the best part of it, it all comes cheapy cheap.

For example, we all know Amazon (Nasdaq ticker: AMZN)  has always been salivating to get a piece of the DVD rental action for years. Sure you can say physical rentals of DVD is going the way of chemical films; but I say as long as Hollywood keeps pumping out films there will always be plenty of demand for DVD’s. Otherwise how can you explain the current price of Netflix? I for one don’t buy the logic just because there are X,Y and Z number of computers out there; it necessarily means everyone is glued to them or using them – for all you most people are just using one or two apps– besides it’s a no brainer calculation; would you rather spend 30 minutes downloading a movie or just get a physical DVD in 30 seconds from a slot machine when you’re buying a pack of cigarettes? Get it?

So the way I see it; there’s a possibility that BBI could get a blood transfusion from a big firm that just wants one foot in the DVD rental market segment – but any fool can say that, the trick to making mad money is getting in before the biggies decide to pick and run with this stock – something tells me the time is not right yet.

Meanwhile keep BBI in your sights – my gut feel tells me she still has plenty more to give so let her bleed happily away – when the time is right, we will fan out and go for the kill.

Darkness 2010

P.S A few weeks ago I made a recommendation for Synovus Financial (ticker: SNV) – she’s rocketed some 30% and a bit; my feel is she’s starting to get the shakes and too many amatuers are gobbling her up, so we may have a bubble that’s ready to pop – so we are out. We are switching believe it or not to Citigroup, ticker: C – now I know I am probably going to get a whole lot of flak for this call, but the way I see it C is good as a defensive stock; C offers good protection and that’s very important as I believe the DOW is headed for another correction soon – so we will lock and load her / the returns will not be spectacular 5% tops, but she’s good to ride out the storm.

(WARNING: PLEASE NOTE THERE ARE ONLY UNMITIGATED LIES AND DISINFORMATION ONLINE, PLS TREAT ME LIKE A MENTALLY RETARDED PERSON AND WHEN INVESTING DO YOUR OWN RESEARCH. REMEMBER THE STOCK MARKET IS JUST A GLORIFIED CASINO. TRUST NO ONE. TRUST ONLY THE FACTS AND YOUR OWN RESEARCH)

Disclosure: The author has cut his position on SNV and currently has positions in Citigroup – he will be shadowing BBI for the kill.

Why justice by itself is never enough – Jack Neo

There is another storm brewing in the tea cup, check this out; Gagged by the church – Foyce Le Xuan this time it’s a trios ménage involving Mr Neo, Miss Le Xuan and CHC.

Let’s dive right into the deep end as I am writing this on the train, so I only have 15 minutes –what are the salient points? Where did it all fuck up?

Well if you ask me -when it comes to scandals involving the rich and powerful it’s futile to attempt to gut out the human condition – you might as well go and plough the sea.

Or worse deny the possibility at every turn and opportunity power and politics may even play a preponderant role when someone decides to stand beside another or render support of any kind – life, I am reminded is never what it appears to be – anymore than you can expect most reasonable people to believe the main reason why Mrs Goh once supported TT Durai once upon a time was solely because he was a simply a hell of a great guy and she was simply enamored by his métier in raising funds for the sick and infirmed (along with raising other things) – I am reminded here – public opinion is a capricious thing and it’s liable to swing either way; to exacerbate matters man can always be counted to be a thinking animal. People will always ask thorny questions? Some may even drill deeper and ask what’s the connection? Who stands to gain from all this? Are they in cahoots? Along with the whole list of desiderata ranging from the plausible to the fringes of UFOism, Yeti and big foot – but….hey what did you really expect? That comes with the territory.

As we all saw recently how George Yeo was slapped down in the internet when he plumbed to support his good buddy – the kernel that sparked the outrage underscores the importance of keeping to the aphorism “Not only must Justice be done; it must also be seen to be done.”

Hence it is not nearly enough that the cogs and wheels that makes up even something as rickety as the people’s court be allowed to take its natural course unfettered and unencumbered, if possible it may even be necessary to ensure all suspicion and contradictions are driven out of the process to ensure justice is seen to be done.

The question therefore doesn’t revolve around a simple matter of rights per se as some may lead us all to believe; as it remains firmly a question of how can one gainfully ensure justice is seen to be done? This may require some explanation, as what we are talking about is nothing more than a perceptive shift somewhere in your and my head – for example:  while it may appear technically OK in the legal sense to book people sporting Kangaroo prints near a court house – most people will have no problem in teasing out the moral contradictions in how the law is surreptiously applied here and even drawing the conclusion (rightly or wrongly) while this episode has all the trapping of black letter law; justice is not seen to be done i.e it’s just olde fashion bullying (real or imagined) – the same can be said about how the PAP seems to win virtually every legal case hands down that they have even manage to defy the laws of probability along with rubbishing Newtonian physics (water it seems can even run uphill); here again the multi headed hydra of “what the fuck is going on!” surfaces again only this time; one is left with the indelible feeling, no one can ever beat the house (real or imagined) – the rules will always favor them – again all it does is amplify the sinking feeling while the law is furiously at work; justice is absent i.e justice is not seen to be done – by the same token while no one denies it may well be within George Yeo’s elemental right as a human being to lend support to Jack Neo and probably saving the whales –  if the imperative is to translate the seeing part to give justice a sense of scale and perspective that is socially considered fair and square, then Mr Yeo’s personal needs has to be secondary to the higher imperative of ensuring his actions do not pose a contradiction to the first part of the dictum,  justice must be done – don’t say this is cheem; read it a few times – you can work it out and if you do, it’s yours for the taking – trust me.

One could even say, the word “seen” used in this context, has to assume a verb that even demands – if someone who has the capacity to influence the outcome of the case be it a minister, pastor or fortune teller (though it remains moot whether they could even influence the final outcome) – then he or she would do well to abstain from commenting beneficially or prejudicially on the case.

Better still take a long holiday or hide somewhere in your basement. To plumb for former (beneficially) as we all saw from George Yeo’s call to rally behind his buddy is stand and do battle against the indefensible – either way you cut it, it’s lose/lose – don’t believe me come and see me; I’ve even worked it out mathematically using Nash equilibria; game theory.

To do the latter (prejudicially) is likely invite the same stripe of criticism only this time for the all the opposite reasons – and this is may explain why most bloggers and readers do not give much credence to what Sengkang Sally Foyce has to say about Jack Neo trying to fuck her – as not only does her criticism of her former mentor comes across as saccharine laced; the timing also smacks of cheap opportunism and self publicity thus undermining her credibility to the status of another siaw charbor (mad woman) – in this case though she may very well be justified to raise the case, the conditions simply do not confer upon her any competitive advantage  i.e justice may well be done, since she claims to be sexually harrased; but since the “seen” part is missing; this simply means her case doesn’t go any where near fulfilling the conditions of the second half of the dictum, to paraphrase, no one believes her – she has done the impossible, win the battle and yet lose the war.

As while the first part of the dictum: Justice must be done – hinges on soley technical facts as to what was once done or not done to account for guilt or innocence. In the case of the second half of the dictum, justice must be seen to be done – what’s demanded here is not cold facts as it remains something fuzzy that cannot be really defined – as the highground doesn’t reside in cold rational metallic analysis of facts and events as it resides in a faraway country called the hearts & minds. 

Against the hubris of these two competing ideals; it may be wiser to let the chips fall where they may and allow the people’s court to take its course – granted the internet is hardly a rational domain in the conventional sense and may even challenge most of us to suspend our sense and sensibilities, but somewhere in all this mess with all its sham, drudgery and shattered dreams, it is still a very beautiful place as it still values its kooky sense of fairplay. Only dont be surprise if you should decide to use the real world language to try to decipher it’s code – it may very well be written in an alphabet only netizens can read.

Darkness 2010

“We have been fighting the Aryanians for nearly 8 long years; in space time, that’s nearly a thousand years….(deleted) now we have them in a vice…..their best regiments along with all their allies and supply lines have all been encircled….why have our armor been told to stop! (deleted)”

“Have they surrendered?”

“How is that material? There is no Geneva Conventions in the virtual  (deleted)…they kill us and we give the same.”

“Have they surrendered?”

“Yes, they have…they’re asking for an armistice.”

“Good….proceed with the negotiations. Invite them for dinner and make sure you all wear your No.1. (deleted) Then ask for the sky and if possible even the moon, but no armistice.”

“You mean to say you are going to let them all go home? You know they will be back again…(deleted)”

“I said, proceed with the negotiations….I did not say we had to accept any of their terms….after that…..unleash hell (deleted)….and another thing (deleted)…this conversation did not take place….I was not here. (deleted)…war you must understand will always be an unpleasant enterprise; so we must keep up appearances…. it seems odd to me of all people; you seem to have forgotten war is merely a continuation of politics by other means. Maybe you have spent too much time in the trenches…… (delete)”

Remnants of a conversation captured by an auto-bot crawler during the Ascension Wars somewhere along the Eastern trenches in the Planet D’ni – three days following this intercepted conversation from a listening post based in the Adulasian steppes – the entire Aryanian army comprising of 50 divisions was wiped out and not a single man survived – though rumors of atrocities persisted ; no proof was ever established by the Confederation – Extracted from Chapter 107 of the Book of Ages under the title: “the Sardon massacre”. The FILB – Sponsored by the Interspacing Mercantile Guild. The Brotherhood Press 2010.

The Bogeyman that the US likes to believed Killed the Machine that tried to make a better world

‘Stock Shock,’ is a movie about Sirius XM (http://www.sirius.com) Radio (ticker: SIRI). 

In the words of the director, Sandra Morhr

“We wanted to get the story out about corruption on Wall Street as soon as possible….investors were losing their shirts and we believed the movie would help to educate and protect them.”

If you ask me, stock shock is a crock of shit as what it claims to expose is the a technique known as naked short selling, which the movie fingers as the main culprit behind the collapse of the stock value of some of America’s most promising public companies.

In this rickety plot, Sirius XM is cast as the damsel in distress and the individual investors who saw their stock prices roller coast from a stratospheric high of $9.00/share and then nose dive to the lowest of the low of 5 cents in 2009 form the cast of victims – somewhere in this naiveté fairytale is supposed to be the big bad wolf, short seller – presumably a gang of rich people who seem to do nothing all day except indulge in a spot of financial drive by shootings and the odd marauding.

What I don’t like about this movie is how it elides wholesale the counter narrative that may have been the real reason for the financial meltdown – the bovine tendency of the SEC (Securities Exchange Commission) in the US to accept pronouncements of corporate honcho’s that “it’s business as usual” at face value a la Madoff style.

Along with the unbridled helium filled enthusiasm of the vast majority of faceless investors who just could not possibly believe the market would turn the other way and give them the slap of the century.

The movie ends with a stern tone of finality – where the audience is lead to believe the financial world is controlled by a bunch of freemasons, the Jewish lobby or some lunatic fringe of the Mickey Mouse club. And lends currency to the myth markets should be regulated. But this life saver cannot be implemented because these mysterious group of bogeymen are so powerful they can even move mountains!

Bullshit! Let me share with you all the cold facts; Obama’s economic reform bill is not stuck in the senate because of partisan politics – this has nothing to do with whether the decision makers belong to the democrat or Republican stripe as much as it has to do with how stupid Obama and his economic dream team come across to the house.

For one they believe markets could do with a spot of regulation – but when they are asked to pin point exactly when is the point when a firm gets too big to fail, no one can even answer that simple question – the Obama administration response to this question beggars the imagination and remains till this day a travesty of reason, “we will know it when we see it.” So that sums up the gist of why most lawmakers (democrats and republicans along with the lunatic fringe) are pelting tomatoes and tungsten carbide spanners into the works. They have no faith in Obama. They think he should not muck around with the capitalist machine.

The second reason why this financial crisis had absolutely nothing to do with bogeyman short sellers who are all presumably members of SPECTRE and everything to do with the ineptitude of the US government is because they were the ones who fucked it all up! IT IS BECAUSE OF THEIR MEDDLING IN THE FINANCIAL MARKETS THAT WE ARE WHERE WE ARE TODAY!

Don’t believe me. Then consider this who first came out with the idea of too big to fail? Was it the financial market? Nope. Was it academia? Nope. In fact, I can challenge anyone to try to find one molecule of a school of thought or state of mind that even suggest for one moment that state inspired financial intervention is the prescriptive cure – it all came from the belly of the beast called government – they were the ones who conceived the idea of too big to fail and instead of allowing nature to take its course with juggernaut firms that hit a brick wall such as LTCM and Bear Sterns – they bailed them out with tax payers money – to paraphrase, they said to these losers, “now that you have fucked it all up by burning the shop to a cinder, we are going to give you more money so that you can go and compete with the smart guys who made all the cool moves.” Wonder no more why firms such as AIG, Fannie Mae & Mac, Lehman Bros et al didn’t see the wisdom of reining back, hedging and mitigating their risk exposure – the prevailing logic of US government interference suggested – if things did go wrong –big businesses can always count on the government to step right in and give us money, so that naturally spurred firms to be as big as possible; never mind, if they eat seven times a day. Never mind if they even pile up the pounds by the day, hour and minute – never mind that some of them are so grotesquely big that you can’t even make out any discernable shape or form – big is beautiful! Big means you can never fail, because Uncle Sam will always be there to hand us all the “get out of jail card.”

That in the nutshell is the long and short of the anatomy of failure – as for this whole fanstasy about short seller been solely responsible for the devaluation of the US stock market – that has to be another forlorn dream – fact remains sometimes when firms fail, they just have no where else to go but down the chute; if people decide to buy or sell, it just means that is how the capitalist system works – there is no bogeyman; no secret organization or for that matter anything even fundamentally wrong with short selling – we just call a spade a spade and in this case its called – capitalism.

Fuck your American Propaganda lah!

Darkness 2010

ASDF: “There is a 60% computation on the EP that it may be able to level off against book value that is trading at 6.5 valuation – that means we have it at a PE ratio of 75%, that’s a fair valuation.”

Kadjal 2010: “So is it Green across the board? Do we press the launch button?”

ASDF: “Like we said based on our analysis: There is a 60% computation on the EP that it may be able to level off against book value that is trading at 6.5 valuation – that means we have it at a PE ratio of 75%, that’s a fair valuation”

Kadjal 2010: “What do you think Darkness?”

Darkness 2010: “What this human calculator is saying Kadjal is we have three bullets in a revolver and the game is called Russian roulette – so he is hoping that one or more of those three bullets are duds – if that is the case, we win. If not the odds are 50/ 50. I think since this is the virtual. We should just take everyone in the ASDF who compiled this report and shoot them; then we should get a colorful parrot and pick out cards randomly to make a decision.

Gentlemen, this is the reason why I will never ever want to fly to Munich just to have a real world meeting with the Interspacing Metal Exchange….if people really know how we all make decisions here; then I think, they will be pretty horrified.”

Secret meeting of the Cosca of Guilds in Primus Aldentes Prime – this has been captured by an auto-bot crawler – build, operated and transferred to the FILB – courtesy of the Interspacing Mercantile Guild – The Brotherhood Press 2010

Yongye International Inc.

This is going to be a mini-skirt. I am into Yongye Int – ticker: YONG. There are few reasons why I like this counter.

(1) No one has heard of it; and its only just beginning to register on the radar of most offshore funds / I’ve been tracking the volume on this stock. We expect the pick up rate will cont till maybe May and trail off somewhere around June.

(2) They’re into agriculture / upstream side / fertilizers / so we all know spring is coming – we expect food related stocks to do exceptionally well this year.

(3) We expect to see further food related supply chain problems in central Africa by third quarter; this will boost this stock further. Currently their capacity is at only 70%; so we expect the remainder of the 30% to be enable to fulfill export demand primarily in the African continent.

(4) We also anticipate there will be a shortage of fertilizer especially fluvic acid by fourth quarter due to global demand.

She’s good to go – for the medium and long term.

A few more China stocks are on our cross hairs – as we expect the Yuan to be revalued in the last quarter of 2010 – do check out Shanda Gaming (ticker: GAME) – this stock is currently getting whacked – in a nutshell, they have absolutely no idea what they are doing – they have tons of money, but when it comes to RPG, they are at least 5 years behind the curve and no technology – however, I have every reason to believe a flying saucer will be landing on their lawn somewhere in mid April to offer them an innovative die-die make or break business model – meanwhile do keep Shanda in your scope.

(Pls remember there are only liars, cheats and perpetual masturbators in the internet – pls do your own research before investing in the stock market)

DISCLOSURE: THE AUTHOR HAS POSITIONS IN YONG

Darkness 2010

Jack Neo wanted to * * * * me? ? ? ?Duh!!!

Huh….you mean to say this is sexual harassment?

“Thinking of you now”

“I am on the way to jB doing e album promotion last 2 days were in KL. Miss u.”

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Get a life, you trashy publicity whore! If that is really the case; then 99.9% of us men are toast!

PS: FYI, I send those type of messages out at least 20 times a day! Sue her lah Jack for the sake of 99.9% of all men on this planet – do us all a favor, this is a matter of self perservation of the gender species – tell you what, I will even ask Missy Dotty & her gang to give you free legal advice along requesting the Mercantile Guild to bankroll this from head to tail; we will even cover all expenses etc. I will even double…no, I will quardruple what the PAP is paying you! Are you listening to me Jack!!!!!!!! You cannot lose on this one…..it’s a sure fire win!

This whole circus show is getting ridicolous! This is crazy! BTW Mr Mata-Mata dont you dare charge Jack. I am giving you good intelligence here (it’s straight from the grapevine), better than the CIA, this will not and cannot fly online….do you hear me… just ignore this siaow charbor!

She is definitely a mental case!  If this is allowed to see the light of day; dont be surprised if we get a Salem witchhunt – This has gone far enough….I have reached the end point!

It is one thing to hold a man to account for his malfeasance, but when it degenerates to this feral level; then it’s just plain good olde fashion witch hunting cum bullying with a dash of blackmail and we will fight it tooth and nail…do you all hear me…..this doesn’t feel right…it is very wrong!

Darkness 2010

Jack Neo was done in by George Yeo?

The question stands: did Jack Neo use and abuse his de facto high priest position in the local arts scene to coerce women into satisfying his perverse tryst? What was the extent of his manipulation and premeditation? Most importantly is this just the tip of the iceberg or are there any more sex victims out there?

Judging from the shambolic manner in which Jack Neo & Co botched up the recent press conference – we shall never ever know. I dare say not only did he fail to address these concerns which are immeasurably more important than his infidelity – but it even raises more questions than answers concerning his transgressions. In fact, none of us are even sure whether we have seen the last of the skeletons jumping out from the Jack Neo’s closet.

Against this backdrop of uncertainties – that could be one reason why the internet locomotive decided to run over George Yeo’s call for restraint like a bird strike – and wonder no more why so many netizens believe (real or imagined) George Yeo’s plea was simply motivated by the need to preserve the crumbly image of government along with preventing further chipping away at the foundations of the status quo ante – after all didn’t the govt of the day back Jack Neo to the hilt bestowing on him  accolades, adulation and even holding him out as one of their own cut from the same cloth?  And against the backdrop of tangled sheets revelations, doesn’t this incident threaten the squeaky clean image of the system along with imperiling the hegemony? God forbid, what would happen if ordinary people asked – what else are they hiding from us?

The internet’s reaction to Jack Neo saga may appear feral, brutish and even mobbish to the inexperience eye – but I do not believe it is entirely without justification; for one the internet is hardly a “rational domain,” in the conventional sense; in the parallel universe of blogosphere where every netizen knows only too well that familiar sensation of estrangement. By the vien there will always be two motherlands; the first is the “reality” offered by the apparatus of mass assimilation in the guise of the Strait Times along with everything that makes up the system (somewhere in this genre there is Temasek Review – soon I suspect to be renamed the online ST). The other is the furtive sense of cognitive dissonance and askance where every netizen simply knows things are never what they appear to be  (hence the need for reverse psycho in the form of TR)– here it could be said the conditions are perfect for conspiracy theories to take root and even fester – wonder no more why when George Yeo and others in government spoke openly in support of Jack Neo – they served only to exacerbate matters by heightening and sharpening that sense of cognitive dissonance –  had the government remained stoically sideline; it’s arguable whether this great diffusion of energy would not have just blown out to sea and dissipated itself quite happily – but as it is not only does George Yeo’s call for closure smack of attempting to bracket further discussions in the internet. But it also fueled the transformation of illusion into reality, thereby amplifying the cognitive dissonance to the uppereaches of a mushroom cloud – thus reinforcing the narrative of failure (real or imagined) that has characterised the image of everything to do with the government of the day. In the parallel universe of the Internet; the story goes something like this: while government continues to plod along in the quagmire of its own follies only to exclaim in a hollow tone “let’s move on,” without accepting responsibility for the harm done.

After all doesn’t this account (no matter how preposterous it is) square off nicely with the facts? Isn’t Jack Neo the de facto poster boy of the PAP; their bucket brigade that allows the system to consolidate its hold on power in the heartlands; who after all in their right mind would even pay good money to watch any of his films laced with toe curling preachy messages? Seen against this backdrop ministerial intervention can never be interpret as simply lending support to a friend in a time of dire need; through the Alice in Wonderland glasses of the internet; the act has to be nothing short of an attempt to establish a fait accompli – for one it conveys the power of officialdom – “Look here, I have powerful friends in high places! So be careful what you say!” – naturally, the reaction of the internet to this oblique threat or show of power is characteristically, “So what? Fuck you and go and fuck your powerful friends as well! Coming to think of it, why don’t you go and fuck your mother?” To paraphrase in the parlance of the internet, George Yeo’s  kaypohness is widely perceived not only as an attempt at damage control but it also demonstrates how crumbly the system is and how it needs to be defended and propped up at every cost and opportunity; even if it means dematerializing this entire incident and pretending as if what transpired isn’t really so serious.

Two lessons are telling about this Jack Neo’s saga. Firstly, conventional wisdom doesn’t apply in blogoland, even the best calculations no matter how well intended can go awry; and, secondly, sometimes it may be better to let the chips fall where they may. Doing otherwise may just end up reinforcing failure that even makes the charge of the light brigade look like a sensible military enterprise….and if you’re counting on the internet to forgive & forget this Jack Neo’s snafu – pls reconsider – fyi, the internet has a memory like an elephant – all you can really do is hedge your bets and cut your losses. Sorry, that’s as good as it gets.

Darkness 2010

“Every society requires a mythmaking machine – you could even say it is a strategic precondition if the imperative is to successfully stake a claim on the high ground of public consciousness.

The British have Coronation Street colloquially known as The Street. Somewhere in between two lampost in Weatherfield; a story is crafted that cuts in half a pain of a nation and yet pumps out enough sugary hope– even the Indians in the provinces would be lost without their travelling circus troupe complete with gravity defying acrobats, snake charmers, dancing girls and magicians – the only people who don’t seem to need one are the Americans, but that’s only because their Presidents can always be counted to make them laugh like comedians –as for Russians they prefer the perpetual spinning world offered by cheap Stolichnaya that makes the unbearable bearable –  so it is the same with heartlander Buangkok Ah Beng and Sengkang Sally – if the imperative is to win the hearts & minds,  perpetuate  hegemony and maintain the status quo ante; then that country that lies somewhere between your ears has to be a sort of 38^th parallel – seen against this harsh light of reality – the myth making machine is a wonder weapon – as not only can it rule our consciousness via the arts, fantasy, sublimation by the power of ceaseless repetition; but like fables and folklore they even have the capacity to reinvent the truth by repackaging them – along with making sense of the incomprehensible – the government, citizenry, morality, aesthetics while keeping our crumbly sense of reality intact.

There is just one problem here; every mythmaking machine suffers from a failing common to all that ‘s predicated on the power of fantasy – for the magic spell to work and continue to enthrall the audience; no one is allowed to go backstage – appearances need to kept up at every cost, remember this is strategic. You need to keep this at the back of your mind – right or wrong doesn’t feature in the calculation, morality is even less of an issue – as once someone breaks through the security cordon and slips backstage and inspect the workings of the mythmaking machine; he will discover it is nothing more than a crude and primitive machine designed to clothe a savage and irrational thing in the garb of civilization –  dressing the great lie in the coattails of endurance and the top hat of constancy – where if good wins over evil; it must always come at a high price and nothing ever comes for free – now you understand why no one must be allowed to see through the inner workings of the myth making machine – no one must be allowed to decipher its code – no one must be allowed to make sense of its meta-language – as once this mental leap is made, then the spell is broken.

Now do you understand why in the bigger scheme of things – Jack Neo is so important – to see this in it’s proper scale and perspective, you will need to use what our elders call the phantom mirror or resort to the weirding ways. There is no word to describe this in the English language.

Can you imagine where would they all be if they didn’t have the monkey that winds up this black box?”

Darkness 2010.

This excerpt has been captured by an auto-bot crawler in a secured thread in Phi Beta Kappa – built and operated by the FILB courtesy of the guilds and the confederation in Primus Aldentes Prime – sponsored by the Interspacing Mercantile Guild – The Brotherhood Press 2010

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N.B MESSAGE BY MISSY DOTTY:  DO BOOKMARK THIS SITE, IF SOME OF YOU CLAIM, YOU ARE MISSING OUT, BOOKMARK IT, THAT WAY WHEN WE DECIDE TO TAKE OFF SOMEWHERE ELSE, AT LEAST YOU CAN FOLLOW US ON THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD TO CONT READING SOME OF OUR STUFF . BOOKMARK, IT AS WHEN THEY TAKE OFF, AS THEY DO, AT LEAST, YOU WILL HAVE A LINK, DO IT NOW!– ANOTHER GOOD REASON TO BOOKMARK THIS SITE IS THIS HAS HAPPENED  RECENTLY – http://singaporedaily.net/2010/01/11/daily-sg-11-jan-2010/#comment-7611 , THE BP HAS BARRED ALL FUTURE ESSAYS TO BE POSTED BY THE SINGAPORE DAILY. I DID ASK BABY DARKNESS ABOUT THIS AND THIS IS WHAT HE HAD TO SAY, ” There are two ways to read, one is you let someone spoon feed you like a baby. The second is you choose what and how you want to eat.  Remember, if your body is a temple. Your mind has to be the altar piece; it’s the linchpin that makes possible the grand idea of La Convivencia with you and your community, spirit, mind and perhaps 7 million other things- without this one thing, the power to choose, you are simply a cactus on a window sill! 

So understand this little rich girl, there is reading and there is reading, there is a world of difference, if you dont even bother to argue with the belief, you are what you eat. Then you would have absolutely no problem understanding – why, you are most definitely without a shadow of doubt what you read and dont read.

You can certainly categorize what I write, but you have no right to judge ……that was what Singaporedaily did – a broad line has to be drawn, otherwise, dont be surprise, if someone decides its card blanche to give you and me the mushroom treatment, “feed you shit and keep you in the dark.” So this has nothing to do with Anime 3 and her rubberband brigade. I value her readership and support, but this is a bigger sphere we are dealing with here – so this is where I will draw the line…it will hurt…like that other fake site, Temasek review that kept faking doss attacks; but how could they let the real wolf out without first planting the idea in peoples mind, “if it can happen to me, it will also happen to you,” Think about it – they cried wolf – we helped, but this time, I am not going to stick my neck out for no one…its everyman for himself….I dont even care, if the whole house catches fire…call it tough love, but if you aren’t a hard man, then you shouldn’t be in the ring and that’s the only way to deal with people who cry wolf, its all here, the explanation

http://singaporedaily.net/2010/01/12/daily-sg-12-jan-2010/#comment-7618 – dont worry dotty, the readers will eventually pick up the scent…they always do, you just wait and see, dont ever sweat the small stuff, life is too short – Darkness 2010……”Missy Dotty

 

Jack Neo latest gift to all men – the right to pengsan.

How silly of me (smack my head) to have imagined fainting spells, along with smelling salts, horse drawn buggies and kerosene lamps have all been banished to the fictional realm of Victorian literature?

After all who could possibly fault me for believing that fainting spells is now passé – aren’t we after all living in the age of the emancipated woman where what a man can do; a woman can just as well better? Haven’t women aspired to some of the highest positions in the land? For god sake, they’ve even pierce the hymen of our ozonesphere and gone into space!

So who could possibly blame me for believing that women these days have surrendered their right to faint – that could explain why I along with so many men have given up on the simple pleasures of life such as the right to relieve myself like a puppy in the public square – in the age of the emancipated woman nothing could possibly derail her consciousness; the natural reaction of modern women to the sight of an offending pecker these days is the direct opposite of porcelain doll pengsan; instead she will whip out her camera phone, zoom in and machine gun away – that not only guarantees you a mandatory bladder management 101 course in some re-education camp, but the full glory of your pecker would probably be plastered all over Youtube as well – that in truth is how garang women really are these days – they’re built like hummers – and don’t even let that Si Wen exterior of Missy Dotty fool you for one minute – get on the wrong side of her and she’s likely to give you six of the best.

Well apparently not, judging from today’s  drama mama of Jack Neo & Co – fainting is well and truly back in vogue again – the best part of it is these days you ladies can even faint on the cheap i.e without having to wear boa constrictor corsets like the Victorians – that’s optional – all you need to do is make sure if you decide to let it all go like jelly make sure a few burly men are standing beside you and do give us all a cue like putting the back of your hand against your forehead and closing your eyes languidly – and just let it rip.

Thank you once again Jack Neo for complicating our already complicated life’s – it’s bad enough that you already doubled or nothing the stakes on two timing and cheating – but in your latest Jane Austen reenactment; you may have probably unleashed perpetual hell of all us men; who now probably have to deal with two metric ton aunties fainting suddenly in public while increasingly our visits to the chiropractor  –I knew this would all get terribly complicated; but I never ever once imagined that life could possibly imitate art to the extent of wordsmithing the adage the future doesn’t belong to the faint-hearted; it belongs to the brave to the future doesn’t belong to the brave; it belongs to the faint hearted.

Well done old boy!

P.S: Btw, nextime if you want to hold a press conference do it properly lah – go through all the numbers and don’t even skip a beat (do it the Toyota way, why do you think, I am buying TM big time??????) – bear out even the hot coals of the Q & A and if possible see it through in a responsible, honest and mature way – the cantonese call this YOUH TAUH; YOUH MEIH – got head, got tail – then and only then do you ask people for another chance – I promise you. They will give it.

But as it is – you’re putting the cart before the horse and no amount of crying, fainting and shouting is going to cut ice – even a primary one kid told me today, all drama mama only  –  so who the hell are you trying to kid here! Take my advice, this comes from the ground. It’s good to go.

Darkness 2010

“Toyota is finally behaving like a world class outfit – she’s coming to terms with the errors of her ways; many people think this is weakness – no, I don’t think so – it just means they are finally calling a spade a spade – not many people can do that – face the naked truth. Look around you there are many people who are just burying their heads in the sand and hoping that everyone forgets. 

That means in the long term; Toyota will work hard to resolve their problems in a bull shit free manner instead of trying to hide it with explanations that can only bring pain to thinking folk in America – the thing about the Americans; if you come clean; they will give you another chance – Gentlemen, I dont see her going any lower beyond this point. Why is there a need for me to fly to Germany and sit down with Metal Exchange for round after round of 14 hour meetings? This is a sure fire bet. It’s a no brainer. And don’t even be surprise one day long after this; when a meteorite slams into this planet and kills off everyman except one – you can bet your last dollar, in this desolate dust bowl called Absurdistan; the only man in the world will probably be sporting a Rolex Explorer II, Zippo lighter, SOG multi tool, Lee Enfield 303 and he will definitely be driving a Toyota.”

Darkness 2010 / Recent discussion with the Interspacing Metal Exchange & The Confederation – conversation captured by an auto-bot crawler in a secured thread on board the Free French deep space cruiser, les enfants du paradis – FILB – the Brotherhood Press 2010

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N.B MESSAGE BY MISSY DOTTY:  DO BOOKMARK THIS SITE, IF SOME OF YOU CLAIM, YOU ARE MISSING OUT, BOOKMARK IT, THAT WAY WHEN WE DECIDE TO TAKE OFF SOMEWHERE ELSE, AT LEAST YOU CAN FOLLOW US ON THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD TO CONT READING SOME OF OUR STUFF . BOOKMARK, IT AS WHEN THEY TAKE OFF, AS THEY DO, AT LEAST, YOU WILL HAVE A LINK, DO IT NOW!– ANOTHER GOOD REASON TO BOOKMARK THIS SITE IS THIS HAS HAPPENED  RECENTLY – http://singaporedaily.net/2010/01/11/daily-sg-11-jan-2010/#comment-7611 , THE BP HAS BARRED ALL FUTURE ESSAYS TO BE POSTED BY THE SINGAPORE DAILY. I DID ASK BABY DARKNESS ABOUT THIS AND THIS IS WHAT HE HAD TO SAY, ” There are two ways to read, one is you let someone spoon feed you like a baby. The second is you choose what and how you want to eat.  Remember, if your body is a temple. Your mind has to be the altar piece; it’s the linchpin that makes possible the grand idea of La Convivencia with you and your community, spirit, mind and perhaps 7 million other things- without this one thing, the power to choose, you are simply a cactus on a window sill! 

So understand this little rich girl, there is reading and there is reading, there is a world of difference, if you dont even bother to argue with the belief, you are what you eat. Then you would have absolutely no problem understanding – why, you are most definitely without a shadow of doubt what you read and dont read.

You can certainly categorize what I write, but you have no right to judge ……that was what Singaporedaily did – a broad line has to be drawn, otherwise, dont be surprise, if someone decides its card blanche to give you and me the mushroom treatment, “feed you shit and keep you in the dark.” So this has nothing to do with Anime 3 and her rubberband brigade. I value her readership and support, but this is a bigger sphere we are dealing with here – so this is where I will draw the line…it will hurt…like that other fake site, Temasek review that kept faking doss attacks; but how could they let the real wolf out without first planting the idea in peoples mind, “if it can happen to me, it will also happen to you,” Think about it – they cried wolf – we helped, but this time, I am not going to stick my neck out for no one…its everyman for himself….I dont even care, if the whole house catches fire…call it tough love, but if you aren’t a hard man, then you shouldn’t be in the ring and that’s the only way to deal with people who cry wolf, its all here, the explanation

http://singaporedaily.net/2010/01/12/daily-sg-12-jan-2010/#comment-7618 – dont worry dotty, the readers will eventually pick up the scent…they always do, you just wait and see, dont ever sweat the small stuff, life is too short – Darkness 2010……”Missy Dotty

 

Time to say bye bye to YRC Worldwide Inc

Hello Teamsters,

I will keep this short. A few weeks ago. I made a buy call on YRCW, it’s gone up some 30% since then. Its time to cut loose on YRCW, we are getting abit of vibration and tremors. I don’t like what I am seeing here. My feel tells me she’s likely to give way anytime; so its time to cut her lose. Listen to me dont be greedy. Do as I say!

Darkness 2010

P.S: I am switching over to Synovus; Ticker: SNV. There are three reasons why I like this little bank. Firstly, no one has ever heard of it. Secondly, the management have absolutely no idea what they’re doing and thirdly I have every reason to believe a parrot picking up cards randomly in the boardroom is making all the decision – so to me this fulfills all my criteria of the classical Zombie cum Lazarus firm – the way I see things can only look good when they get so bad – so I am locking and loading her for a in and out session. I have a feeling she may be able to break USD$3.00 this time round. So she’s good to go! I’ve also got the British pound on my crosshairs – let her bleed for a while; my feel tells me she’s good for another 5% downside; then we will raid her. KOHO inform the Confederation to cut lose on USD$ @ 50% / switch over to U.K Stocks – meanwhile we will all run periscope depth-slow and steady gentlemen – spread the word; sterling is the game. Please do it slowly so there is no panic. TQ

Darkness 2010

DISCLOSURE: THE AUTHOR HAS TAKEN POSITIONS ON SNV AND NO LONGER HAS ANY IN YRCW

(Pls note: there are only lies and disinformation online. Pls do not take my advice. Better still consider me a mentally retarded person. Do your own research and buy at your own risk)

Jack Neo fooling around may just be good medicine

Following in the wake of all the tangled sheets revelations; it’s finally cut and dried – Jack Neo is just another human being like you and me – does this come as a rude shock?

Not really, but what does surprise me is how this entire episode reveals so much about how we all like to set ourselves up for the proverbial fall from grace; For instance: we like to put perfectly ordinary folk like Jack Neo on a pedestal, then cloth him with our infantile mythology as to how he can somehow always be purer than spring snow – only to feign surprise when he doesn’t measure up to our unrealistic expectations.

To me the laugh is not on Jack Neo; but on all of us.

Jack Neo I am sure had a big part to play in this myth making machine; since most of his movies were usually laced with goody two shoes good for you and me moral messages along with allowing his image to be seen alongside the party political hegemony of the day –so definitely, he asked for it. In fact, he painted a big bull’s eye right on his arse!

If he was like let’s say Quentin Tarantino who regularly makes blood curdling movies like Pulp fiction, Kill Bill and the Inglorious Bastards then all this would just slide off like water from a duck’s bill.

But even all this tit bits (no pun intended) can hardly explain why when most of us are confronted with the truth about the basic and primal of human conditions  – that’s the cue for “Aiyoh, I never knew he was like that one?” Followed by gloating galore and that sinking feeling of disappointment that we have somehow being duped – but I got news for you; Jack Neo’s story is as old as the hills; it isn’t new as much as the old dresses up as new.

Perhaps it’s good to be reminded from time to time; the people we choose to put on pedestals have the same feet of clay they had before we lionized them. Maybe then we can just appreciate their gifts along with whatever they have to offer be it cooking, golfing, movie making or just looking pretty in beauty pageants without the myths and fairytales.

And while we are set on spring cleaning mode; perhaps this also a good time to put a few bullets into our infantile teddy bear expectation that public figures could somehow be larger than life that they can even be counted always to do the right thing. They cannot. It’s all in our brain. You made it all up – so if you think; he let you down – here comes the kicker: you have no one to blame but yourself!

If only we all can remind ourselves no one is above the seven sins anymore then you can be expected to step right out of your skin – that way at least we all don’t need to feel like we’ve all been duped or pretend that all this comes as some great shock. I am sorry, it doesn’t.  Not to me at least. Hey,what did you expect? – take a forgettable fatty like Jack Neo (who probably had as much luck with girls in his teens as the elephant man) and showcase him as the Singapore success story – and you expect him to take it all in without some of it going to his head? You’ve got to be kidding me right? That’s like saying. I should be shocked if someone decides to tell me “sex,” is the most Googled word.

Thanks a lot Jack Neo for delivering us all back to the good earth again – next time if you want to fuck around, take my advice; go find a level headed girl; that way she wouldn’t snitch on you; and the best part is since she so flat headed;  she can even double as your side table during your football matches for you to put your chips and tiger beer on.

Happy hunting and need I say, never go in anything without a good escape plan. Remember always life is not so different from a bank heist; any idiot can walk  into a bank and stuff money down a pillow case – its the get away that really makes or breaks you! The rest is just fairytales. And I just don’t have any time for that.

Darkness 2010 – The Brotherhood Press 2010

Darkness 2005: I did all that from the age of 15 right up to 25. That chapter of my life is over a done with. Whatever mysteries there yielded themselves quite willingly like petals spreading themselves before the full glory of the morning dawn. After a while it just gets terribly boring. Now I just want to dedicate my life to retiring comfortably before I hit 40.

Pirana Pride: What are you talking about Darkness? You seem to talk in riddles. Are you talking about motorcycle maintenance?

Darkness 2005: Yes, that as well. You can never ride enough from 15 to 25; but 10 years is a very long time, eventually even the best of us will realize no matter how many twin peaks and black forest you have once ploughed through; it will all from this moment onwards look and feel exactly the same; that’s when I think the road runs out – that’s also when you really begin thinking about what’s more to life?

Pirana Pride: You make it sound so mechanical….

Darkness 2005: What did you expect? I thought we were talking about motorcycle maintenance?

This has been captured by an auto-bot crawler in a secured thread in Phi Beta Kappa by the FILB – sponsored by the Interspacing Mercantile Guild & The Confederation of Gamers – The Brotherhood Press 2010

 

 

To Missy Dotty from Paris – Darkness 2010

Until you have really dedicated yourself to getting lost and wasting time in a city, you can never claim to know her. Never. The soul of a city is like a heart of a woman; she has many chambers……….who said that? No one special. I just made it up bc it sounded cool.

Dotty I am sure you heard of appellation le Ville Lumiere or City of Lights, better known as Paris.

Mention Ville Lumiere and most people will conjure images of well lighted sparkling pools doting the length of the Seine – the Champs-Elysees and Eiffel ablaze. Or perhaps the Pantheon, Sacre Coeur, Trocedero – all bathed in an amber hallo.

Personally I’ve often imagined the expression has more to do with the soul of the city. Only in Parisian café’s Dotty do they do something that no other city in the world does so well – Parisans talk; I am not talking about the bs type of talk; but they really talk…the deep spirited version, that is.

Dotty this just goes to show so much starts with simple conversations (nothing ever comes from the silent treatment). The kind in which you start with a willingness to become a slightly different person, these are conversations that not only open your mind to the possibility of changing your being – but the change they bring can even be transformational. Maybe that why so many new experimental hubs in the world insist on stealing the appellation “café” as a metaphor to describe their quest for discovery –it’s precisely because these places offer loads of opportunity for life changing conversations.

In this respect, I don’t think the appellation ville Lumiere is just about physical light. Besides half a dozen other cities probably have more wattage per square foot than Paris these days. Rather I believe it’s a reference to the light of life changing conversations.

The glow emitted by these café’s which dot Paris is not only climatic; but it’s a something that many refer to as “la atmosphere”, that distinguishes Paris from other cities – it’s a spiritual force that also shapes one’s character, opinions and judgments. It’s a powerful astringent – coffee, cigarettes and conversations – the 3C’s which defines the City of Lights.

 I guess the reason why I see these café’s as embodying the light of the city is because they’re also about escaping the cacophony of modern life all about truing oneself – whatever that means; can well be something trivial like how to hand roll cigarettes or drawing a perfect circle free hand – I bet Mr Dentist can’t do that!

By this, I mean you can teach a man to draw a straight line; or how to string a sentence or even pronounce a word, with admirable speed and precision; but if you ask him to consider the deeper meaning of why he really writes, he stops, his execution becomes scraggy; he thinks, and ten to one he thinks wrong; ten to one he slips up and doesn’t quite manage to convey what’s really in his head on paper – that’s what happens when sometime mechanical is rendered a thinking being, till then he was simply a monkey trained to pick coconuts, a machine, an animated tool, that to me is what these café’s meant to heal; it has to be a human flaw; a condition that even requires medication IMHO – otherwise how can you explain why cafe remain so timeless in the scheme of things?

I know that may come across as trite and even cliché to the uninitiated – but surely even you cannot deny, it may have something to do with the ability to cut out much of the pain in Thoreau’s dictum the “mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.”

I want to show you this side of Parisian life – I bet Mr Dentist can’t do that – place you there where you suddenly find yourself in that familiar depressing sense of estrangement – deepening and sharpening the abyss with the chastening passage of time – only to rescue you……in the land they call lost and found.

Darkness 2010.

Gopalan Nair & the idiot child who cried wolf

There is a storm brewing in a tea cup – check this out: TOC Editorial: Gopalan Nair’s despicable hoax – why is the online community so indignant? Come on lah, it’s just a big joke right?

According to many (who I suspect are Gopalan Nair’s sidekicks) this hoax has everything to do with LKY, PAP and even the broader philosophical question of how two wrongs make a right – here’s a better explanation: this has nothing whatsoever to do with whether you, I or your cat likes or doesn’t like PAP or whether we all believe the sun rises from the ass of LKY – to attempt to link Mr Nair cry wolf to any issue regarding politics; is simply a cheap attempt to politicize this matter with smoke and mirrors inorder to pull the wool over your eyes.

There is only one point on the table and it is simply this – Mr Nair has committed an act that goes against the grain of the internet community – the internet may very well be the wild west; it may even be a feral and brutish place –  but is it conceivable even in this primordial soup; the internet may have already managed to flesh out certain baseline expectations in the form of conventions and even social rules that we are all feel the need to buy into or at least pretend too (presumably for the common good.) I will not go as far as to term this as solidarity or even a formal agreement.

But it is fair to say it can’t be so different from a wispy affirmation of how we all wish to see the internet and how you or I wish to see ourselves standing in this virtual chessboard – how did this rule come about? I don’t know. But I suspect it cannot be so different from how one feels the need to take off one’s shoes before entering another’s house, only because the act speaks the length of a sentence – all I know is things just don’t come about and they certainly don’t decide to stay for good for no apparent reason –  that could well be the same reason why if someone doesn’t feel the need to offer his seat to a pregnant lady or the old most of us feel a collective sense of revulsion in the MRT or we all see a man beating up a defenceless girl, most of us would just give him a Kung Fu kick (though in my case I rather walk away quickly and not make eye contact), like I said, it just goes against the grain – similarly, all I know is what Mr G.Nair did doesn’t feel right and I suspect many others share this same feeling – that’s the only thing that matters; the rest you can just as well throw out.

If Mr Nair believes he has every right to cry wolf in the name of past injustices committed against him and his colleagues or why he can’t seem to get his waistline down to happy size 34.

Then he must also accept the reality many here may not agree with him the internet should have been the chosen platform for him to vent out his frustration in the manner he did – by all means give the system a good kick and if possible even try to bash in the door – but do it fairly and squarely – if you cry wolf then what does that really make you in the greater scheme of things? Could it be that you are no better than those who once judged and ostracized you?  Or perhaps you may even be worse? Yes, no…maybe? That I shall leave to the preceptive reader to conclude.

My gut feel tells me Mr Nair (and I suspect his gang) still doesn’t get it. Neither does he seem to even understand why most netizens feel a sense of genuine indignation about him crying wolf. Nor can he possibly understand why this has very little to do with LKY or even the PAP ; or what once transpired between him and them; or whether good or evil should win – but rather this has everything to do slighting the very people who once gave G.Nair the benefit of a level playing field, good light and freedom to say whatever was in his mind – and instead of cherishing this privilege; he just threw it all away on a childish caper – tell me my fellow netizen’s did he respect either you or me? Did he even once pause and consider the broader implications of what his actions might have had on the internet? Did he even bother to put himself in your shoes or mine?

I really don’t think so – that unfortunately is the failing common to those who see no wrong in crying wolf.

Darkness 2010

 

People used to say when the internet was a child it was like the wild west; this I agree completely; as a man who could no more go about his business peacefully without togging along a plasma gun to keep at bay brigands and troublemakers; but these days things has improved; it is more like the Sicilian hills, especially in the gaming scene; of course there is room for improvement; but some semblance of order is definitely emerging; but as I said, this all depends on a rough appreciation of the idea of COMMUNITY; why is this idea so difficult to understand?

We once wrote for the TR; whether we like it or not; we once drew water from the same well; so we considered them as our extended family; let me ask you all a question; in a Sicilian village, when a child tends to sheep somewhere in the hills cries “wolf’ – does the father say, “deal with it my son, that is your problem!” Or does he tell the signore please ring your bell; so that the men will go up there with their Lupara’s to put to sleep this menace?

And what happens when all these men; who have all put down their scythes and flails only to pick up their Lupara’s turn the hills inside out to find nothing?

And this did not happen once or twice or even thrice my brothers; we were all called to the hills to search and put to sleep this imaginary wolf more times than I can remember and we even called our friends to help us and they came in good faith, as we are a COMMUNITY. ( I swear to all of you; we put up a cordon of steel and fire; nothing could have got through without us trailimg bacl to the wolf’s liar and killing it! – but what happened…nothing…no wolf came….now the trust is gone. kaput, finito -that the reason why we have to pull out, all I need is one good reason and here you have it! Right or wrong, this is what we will do!)

This is what happens when you say there is a DOS attack; we know it to be a very serious thing in the way – we even have a word for it, the thing sinister – it is not so different from an idiot ringing up the police station and lying to them there is a bomb somewhere in Orchard; he thinks it is a big joke; but how can that be so: people are called into action; store keepers close their shutters and the streets are empty – it is bad for business.

All I can say is this; I do not know how this will all end; but I know how it will begin if we were all in a Sicillian village; storekeepers will all draw their blinds; the womenfolk will close their doors and bring their young ones in; no one will talk about this; they will not even discuss it openly; they will just pretend as if it is business as usual; it is another day.

Somewhere in the Sicilian hills the men who once searched for this non-existent wolf will go about the unpleasant business of silencing the lambs of this village idiot – after that, it is matter of profound indifference to the COMMUNITY whether this boy cries wolf or not – life it seems just goes right on and everything is as it should be.

Now you understand why no one talks about this matter as for Wong Kan Seng, he can do nothing except look up at the Curellean sky and say, life beautiful.

Darkness 2009 / this entry has been captured and archived by an auto-bot crawler by the FILB – sponsored by the Interspacing Mercantile Guild & The Confederation of Underground Gamers – The Brotherhood Press 2010

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N.B MESSAGE BY MISSY DOTTY:  DO BOOKMARK THIS SITE, IF SOME OF YOU CLAIM, YOU ARE MISSING OUT, BOOKMARK IT, THAT WAY WHEN WE DECIDE TO TAKE OFF SOMEWHERE ELSE, AT LEAST YOU CAN FOLLOW US ON THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD TO CONT READING SOME OF OUR STUFF . BOOKMARK, IT AS WHEN THEY TAKE OFF, AS THEY DO, AT LEAST, YOU WILL HAVE A LINK, DO IT NOW!– ANOTHER GOOD REASON TO BOOKMARK THIS SITE IS THIS HAS HAPPENED  RECENTLY – http://singaporedaily.net/2010/01/11/daily-sg-11-jan-2010/#comment-7611 , THE BP HAS BARRED ALL FUTURE ESSAYS TO BE POSTED BY THE SINGAPORE DAILY. I DID ASK BABY DARKNESS ABOUT THIS AND THIS IS WHAT HE HAD TO SAY, ” There are two ways to read, one is you let someone spoon feed you like a baby. The second is you choose what and how you want to eat.  Remember, if your body is a temple. Your mind has to be the altar piece; it’s the linchpin that makes possible the grand idea of La Convivencia with you and your community, spirit, mind and perhaps 7 million other things- without this one thing, the power to choose, you are simply a cactus on a window sill! 

So understand this little rich girl, there is reading and there is reading, there is a world of difference, if you dont even bother to argue with the belief, you are what you eat. Then you would have absolutely no problem understanding – why, you are most definitely without a shadow of doubt what you read and dont read.

You can certainly categorize what I write, but you have no right to judge ……that was what Singaporedaily did – a broad line has to be drawn, otherwise, dont be surprise, if someone decides its card blanche to give you and me the mushroom treatment, “feed you shit and keep you in the dark.” So this has nothing to do with Anime 3 and her rubberband brigade. I value her readership and support, but this is a bigger sphere we are dealing with here – so this is where I will draw the line…it will hurt…like that other fake site, Temasek review that kept faking doss attacks; but how could they let the real wolf out without first planting the idea in peoples mind, “if it can happen to me, it will also happen to you,” Think about it – they cried wolf – we helped, but this time, I am not going to stick my neck out for no one…its everyman for himself….I dont even care, if the whole house catches fire…call it tough love, but if you aren’t a hard man, then you shouldn’t be in the ring and that’s the only way to deal with people who cry wolf, its all here, the explanation

http://singaporedaily.net/2010/01/12/daily-sg-12-jan-2010/#comment-7618 – dont worry dotty, the readers will eventually pick up the scent…they always do, you just wait and see, dont ever sweat the small stuff, life is too short – Darkness 2010……”Missy Dotty

 

Why dummies ONLY use statistics to make a point

If you really want to know where the world is heading then a good place to begin may be to look at stuff that statisticians usually dismiss as noise – this may sound like DIY economics, but I am dead serious  – I happen to be such a great fan of weirdonomics, I actually believe weird statistics sometimes work even better than the conventional approach – for one they provide a more timely snap shot of what’s really happening in the world than official numbers along with what we would usually term as market driven aggregates.

For example if I really want to know whether people are jittery about the US market – I don’t need to look the trading volume or for that matter refer to data that is generated by the EPFR, which tracks global money flows – sure, it tells me that in 2010, investors worldwide have pulled out USD$15 billion out of the US stock funds – but I could just as well get the same feel or texture of the prevailing sentiment by counting how many times people search for the word, “market down turn” – “recession” – “unemployment,” in Google or counting how many times those words appear in the Herald Tribune and WSJ – in either case, my point is resorting to unconventional methods to make sense of our world may actually hold out more prospects than resorting to a conventional methods.

Look I am not trying to say for one moment we should throw out everything that has to do with management by statistics – in fact, I am steeped in numbers, percentages and formula’s – I wouldn’t be able to do my work without these numerical tools – all I am saying is we need to be mindful whenever we talk about productivity in the context of statistics bc it can skewer the picture – it ain’t always a straight line calculation as much as a curve ball – because what usually follows in the wake of productivity is metrics – that’s basically the methodology by which we measure productivity. And metrics can get very sticky – for example measure the productivity of a glass manufacturing firm by the square footage produced and what you’re likely to get is thin walled glasses that require addition packing cost because they are simply too delicate to ship – do the reverse – measure by tonnage yield; then what happens is you’re probably end up with glass goblets that are so wieldy they might as well be sold as paper weights and door stoppers.

My point is people always have a way of getting around metrics and if you’re not careful instead of beaconing out the murk what you may probably end up with is a whole lot of rosy statistics that simply says fuck all about a whole lot of stuff – I call this the sensor tap syndrome – For instance, we all know shopping malls have been switching to sensor taps to conserve water and perhaps discouraging folk like me from washing my underwear & socks in public lavatories – but anyone who has ever had the misfortune of using one those electronic water faucet will testify that 9 out of 10 times – you probably spend so much time waving your hands underneath, around and above the faucet along with muttering abracadabra only to walk right out of the door totally exasperated: result – the firm may end saving water on paper; but it comes at a terrible cost to patrons who just simply want a hassle free shopping experience.

You could just a well juxtapose the sensor tap syndrome to any part of Singaporean life to reduce an sensible statistical argument to crud – the problem as I see it is simply this; once people are reduced to mere numbers; then what usually happens is not so different from the tragedy of the commons – since they all look like nuts and bolts; everyone becomes generic rather than individualistic – that’s fine if you out to design the optimum size of shit pots or figure out how wide a door should ideally be in a fire exit to prevent a two metric ton auntie from crushing you to death – but when it comes to stuff like health care, alleviating chronic poverty, housing, employment opportunities, care for the aged, sick and impaired – what’s really required isn’t statistics as much as humanity.

Darkness 2010 – The Brotherhood Press 2010

“Statistics can even tell you what’s your chances of living beyond 70 years if you dont smoke and drink like me. But it can’t tell you really simple things like how much of life you lived in those years. In fact, it can tell you very little about the human condition – It can’t tell you for example why a parent believes so much in a disabled child, that to them, he’s god given; it cant tell you why people choose to fight and even die for their country – it can tell you even less about your story, love & hate, war & peace………or for that matter anything about the human condition. Man Stastistics has got no soul……. It’s machine language. And less of a heart. It’s good calculating how big manhole covers should be or how many nuts do you need to hold up a bridge under X, Y and Z conditions – other than that, its good for nothing else – that’s why whenever I see a man spouting statistics – I just know he is full of shit; doesn’t matter who he is -could well be a man on TV, a bent pastor who thinks Jesus asked him to build another shopping mall or even someone who just wants to sell you something you dont need – they’re all full of invisibe and odorless shit – and that’s the deadliest type of shit, bc you can be neck deep in it and still not know that you are in shit.”

Darkness 2005 / captured by an auto-bot crawler in a secured thread in Ekunaba – Free Internet Library Board (FILB) – sponsored by the Interspacing Mercantile Guild – 2010.