It has been two weeks since the unfortunate passing of Jia Jia. My female 9 month old puppy who single handedly killed a King Cobra, but was mortally bitten.

Jia Jia’s passing has cast a long dark shadow on my lead dog, Richie. When one spends as much time as I do, cut off from The rest of civilisation with only dogs as company. It soon dawns on one, they are not just mindless animals – dogs like us crave for roughly the same things, a sense of belonging, purpose and above all, the opportunity to love and be loved in return.

A week ago, Richie was so saddened he dug up the resting place of Jia Jia – I do not know what was going through his mind. Maybe he blames himself. After all Richie and Jia Jia were lovers. In the days that followed, Richie would often sit beside the resting place of his dearly departed often foregoing his meals.

Recently, I bought a new bitch roughly the same age as Jia Jia to chase away Richie’s melancholy – it wasn’t easy. As most dog breeders seldom sell one year old puppies. But with a bit of luck and influence from the super wide network of the gaming community. I managed to secure a real beauty with long slender legs and a lithe frame like a greyhound – a thoroughbred from Bavaria, Germany. Her name is Rita – and from the looks of it, Richie is head over heels in love again.

I don’t ever want my dogs to feel sad. It breaks my heart to see Richie skipping his meals and loafing around like a sourpuss. Watching both of them romping around the grounds now. I feel a deep spirited sense of accomplishment that although I cannot bring back Jia Jia – at least I can chase away the blues for Richie.

I am especially fond of Richie. As he was one of four of the first litter of dogs that I brought along when I first ventured into plantations.

People often say money cannot buy happiness – that may well be true of picky humans. But not so for dogs it seems. From the way Rita and Richie seem to be getting along – I don’t for one moment doubt….life may still be cruel….but at least suffering is optional.

If only it was so simple for humans…..if only.


The process of getting to know each other in the dog world is a complicated affair – fortunately Richie is the quitessential alpha male dog. If he was born a man. He would probably be a cigar chomping CEO of a multinational or a industrialist. There is nothing remotely metrosexual about him, he’s all man and musk. So I left the breaking in of Rita to him – this is often a traumatic process, when a new dame is paired with a sire. As the politics of doghood can be a rough and tumble affair. Nonetheless, Richie seems to well able to strike the perfect balance between serious and playful, hard and soft, authoritative and forgiving etc.

Rita now wears Jia Jia’s collar. Richie my lead dog knows instinctively this means she is Jia Jia’s replacement and he will play a key role in showing her the ropes along with body guarding her on the first day at work. My dogs are hardly causal pets, they perform nut and bolt duties like fence inspection, patrolling along with guarding me day and night. The routine is embedded in their psyche.

My hope is Jia Jia’s (the world most courageous dog who once singlehandedly killed a King Cobra twice her size) spirit will somehow permeate Rita.

I woke up early in the morning to watch both Richie and Rita performing their first work detail of the day – fence inspection. The objective in this exercise is to detect any anomalies in the first level of security, the parameter fencing. I could tell that Richie was very patient and loving to Rita. Often he would pause, if she felt hesitant. At other times when she strayed off the path, he would gently nudge her back to the safety – though the fence inspection took three times longer than usual – they performed well as a team considering it’s their first assignment.

I am happy Richie is happy with Rita – very happy.



“Today I met a batty woman who came up to me and told me that I should repent. I told this strange woman who stood before my giant 4×4 Toyota, she was trespassing and told her to move aside or I will have to drive over her.

Again she told me to repent. This time proclaiming in a loud booming voice, ‘renounce your heathen ways!’ I told her, if she could supply me one good reason, I will take off all my clothes and prostrate myself before her God – right there and then. When this woman heard this, she gasped and some of her friends proceeded to faint.

This woman went on to tell me that God had blessed me bountifully. She went on to recount, since I am doing so well, her God must have certainly placed his hand on me and I should at least show my gratitude by making a point to attend church every Sunday and to make a donation.

I told her plainly – I shall do no such thing. As my apparent success has nothing whatsoever with any form of divine intervention of any kind – to the best of my knowledge my apparent good fortune is due primarily to my dedication and hard work to continouosly improve my craft as a planter.

She called me a proud and arrogant man who deserved to be called the devil……somewhere in her rant she even asked, ‘are you going to turn me into a frog?’ I told her that would not be necessary, as she already looks like a toad and wished her a very good day and drove right off. Somewhere between two palms, I remembered a stanza from Dante’s inferno,

“I rather rule in hell than be ruled in heaven….”

How very true.

When you read the propagandist nation destroying press. This latest move by the custodians of power to ‘control’ the Internet – is frequently juxtaposed along two main themes, government versus blogger.

But ask yourself a simple question. Who else may disagree with the latest moves.

When you see it all. In this new, all encompassing perspective, then you will understand why all these ill conceived policies directed towards the Internet can only militate against the custodians of power.

As the on going melee is not about blogger versus government. As it remains and will probably always be: every thinking person versus the government.


“In the not to distant future (hopefully lah). There will be a not so new chapter of the Singapore story, entitled prosaically “The day they were all booted out!” (could possibly even be adapted as a musical).

In this chapter prefidious faced history students are frequently asked, “when did it unravel?”

To which they will all say – “When they tried to stop thinking people from speaking their minds in the Internet….when they tried to intimidate them…..when they tried to control everything like they do in the real world….

To be perfectly honest with you, I am not too concerned of the latest moves by the ruling party to exert greater ‘control’ over the Internet.

After all, while no one disagrees that it’s seemingly possible to ‘control’ the Internet through regulatory laws – but how does one actually go about controlling the individual from thinking and expressing the things they do?

How does one even go about stopping whole masses of people from peering into darkened interiors, speculating, postulating, connecting the dots and even drawing opinions concerning their objects of interest?

How is that possible?

Besides what the custodians of power seem to be forgetting is the genie is already truly out of the bottle and prancing around – and what they are really trying to do is put up more physical walls to make it difficult for people to express themselves.

But we all know when the cost of speaking up becomes too costly – then what will invariably happen is that, the narrative will simply migrate underground.

And when that happens, on the surface it may all look and sound very good – as you don’t see anyone slagging off the government any longer. But what it actually means is they are talking about them elsewhere….that’s all it really means.

So nothing will ever change….if anything after this whole exercise to control the Internet…..don’t be surprised if the government of the day just comes across as a fumbling giant that is so confused that no reasonable thinking man will ever believe they are the purveyors of the good life any longer.


“The public is like a woman. You cannot force a woman to love you. You may consider chaining or locking her up. But I don’t believe that is a very good idea.

Recently a fat man confronted me in the Bak Kut Teh shop. He claimed that I was trying to fool around with his wife. I asked him politely in what way am I trying to fuck his wife. He said, I was starring at her – I told him that is not possible as I wear my sunglasses day and night – that’s when he suggested, I should only come to eat between the hours of 8 and 9 in the morning – he went on to say this was the best solution. As he will try not to bring his wife when I am there.

But what this fool doesn’t realize is his wife still packs food for me – as it’s generally well known in the community that I eat a lot.

So one day when he was tailing his wife and she ended up in my plantation with a thermos of soup – this fat man wanted to fight with me.

I told this fat man plainly, he was no match for me. But since he insisted, I gave him a good kick in the stomach shortly after the fight began. Thereafter he began wailing like a old woman and recounting to me how a fortune teller once told him his life will be so sad – I told him calmly, the root of his problem is that he is trying too hard to control his wife and this is why she is rebelling against him. I told him plainly this whole idea of trying to put a policeman into his wife’s head will never work. As women by nature have their own mind and they will always do their own thing despite what others may tell them – this I went on to add is wisdom. I went on to tell this fatty that if he continued embarrassing me in public, I will have no choice but to take his wife away from him, fuck her and upload it in YouTube. I went on to tell him in a serious tone that if that ever happened, he would be a laughing stock – alternatively, he could buy my latest e-book – how to succeed in life like a Mossad agent which incidentally comes with a free mug (Mandarin translated version) – take my advice and act on it and in that way I guaranteed him that his wife will never look at any man again except him.

So after some coaching – eventually this fat man’s wife became more loving to him. As time went by, his wife stopped her bad habit of wandering off whenever he was not around – these days whenever I see him and his wife in the Bak Kut Teh store – he always invites me to sit with them – it seems these days he considers me a kindred spirit who has managed to save his crumbling doom and gloom marriage.

I think in life, if you want to win someone’s love and respect – then it doesn’t pay to behave like an unreasonable tyrant. It makes far more to earn the love and respect of your better half….and if possible to right many of your ways that prevents her from loving you fully…. to me is the only reliable way to love and to be loved in return…only very stupid and delusional people believe there are short cuts….but to the best of knowledge this is the only enduring way….now you know why whenever I see people diffusing all their energy just to be loved and respected…..I feel so sad for them….I really do.

They might as well go and plough the sea.”

In the Gong Fu martial arts of Hon Kuen – there is a chapter known as the vermillion curtain – ‘Pak Sau Heng Kah,’ each quatrain consist of a seven movements further divided into another twelve or thirteen movements – to learn this chapter the ancient weapon of silent death must first be mastered….the bow….and arrow.


“No two arrows are ever the same. They are like people when you look at them fleetingly on a train platform, they’re all the same like wallpaper.

It takes a while to realise this. You probably have to practise quite a lot on the same quiver of arrows to get to know how each of them flies – in a sense arrows are very much like people.

As although they like probably all of us started life the same, through time, some of them have gone slightly crooked as a result of hitting something really hard, lost their balance or are simply so worn down they can’t even fly straight any longer even if they wanted to.

But that doesn’t mean that it’s time to get a brand new dozen of arrows – as even with a quiver of old arrows each with it’s peculiarity, each unique to call it’s own – has a character, that should not be feared, but rather understood and appreciated.

By knowing how each arrow takes flight and cuts through the wind…to find the mark. Knowing so intimately one is even able to imagine it’s flight in the mind’s eye…slowly….carefully like a serpent in the air.

To know is to understand the power of a thing – only then is possible to bring out the best in this thing that the rest of the world sees as meaningless – a slightly crooked arrow for instance has a habit of veering either to the right or left, can very easily be made to fire like a curve ball – where by pulling and twisting the string ever slightly in the cocked position and releasing with only the fingers, such an arrow can even swing around a tree and hit a target hiding behind it – even a blunt headed arrow in many cases can be more effective to bringing down large prey when compared to a sharp spear tip, especially if it can find a wafer thin bony section on the head, such as the temple bone to deliver a shocking blow.

Every arrow flies differently – each has its strenght and weaknesses, quirks – every arrow is so special and purposeful in it’s form and function to serve the accomplished martial artist who is only concerned about developing his mind, body and spirit – above all every arrow is a guru and they all add up to offer the bow hunter limitless possibilities of wisdom.

This is the highest acme of archery to meditate on the flight of a single arrow… even use this idea as a metaphor to see the world….and to only strive to be at one with this thing before you… go so deep into it’s Dao and understand it from the inside out.”

To the best of my knowledge, there exist only one reliable way to fight lies.

And that is by forwarding the truth.

If the custodians of power resort to arm twisting methods instead of common sense to win – then I do not see how it is possible for them to preserve either their prestige or legitimacy in the eyes of thinking folk – that medieval method of reasoning may have worked in the age of sail, candles and ivory dentures. But I do not for one believe it is in synch with current times – as even farmers like me who would squat and look on from afar at this great diffusion of energy would wonder to themselves,

‘What kinda insecure pariah dog court is this? If it cannot even rebut a crumbly allegation from a blogger in a civilised and congenial way without resorting to the mad cap idea of using an atomic bomb to control pest – why do they even need to muzzle people from expressing what is in their minds? Why are they so fearful of public scrutiny? Above all how does this entire exercise measure up to the aphorism, justice need not only be done, it must be seen to be done….this is what the wise will always ask.”

Only very stupid people I reckon will stop others from speculating, postulating and drawing all sort of conclusions concerning their objects of interest. Such people do not deserve any respect at all, they deserve a pair of supersonic flying shoes.


“Recently a group of businessmen tried to cheat me by trying to peddle off land that was good for nothing as prime farming land.

Now of course I am very angry. I am sure if you were me, you too would be very angry as well – consider the effrontery, temerity and lack of respect.

It will not be an exaggeration if I told you all – I feel like slapping each and everyone of them.

But what am I supposed to do? Do I behave like a Hong Kong gangster and threaten to kill everyone just because I believe they disrespected me. In this case even if I want to do that, it is not possible. As many of these businessmen are much bigger than me.

So all I can really do to show my displeasure is my refraining to fellowship with these businessmen for tea – that is all it takes for my displeasure to sink right in – trust me, eventually the message will percolate and spread in the grapevine – eventually everyone would all realise the devil is not happy. Eventually they would all come to realise that I am a man who is prepared to forgive (although that is an outright lie lah, I never forgive!) the indiscretion of others.

Above all when I do this, no one ever can say, I am a ruthless man who likes to pick fights, destroy my enemies and raid their lands – when I first started farming, I had to be cruel and even heartless to crush my enemies. That is the politics of farming. But now I cannot do this any longer – I need to be mindful of managing public perception – as public opinion may turn against me if I am too cavalier.

This way is best – as others will say, the devil just wanted to turn the wheel of life amongst us. Besides it’s not his fault, that he is stuck here. It’s not as if he disturbs anyone. But these fools wanted to cheat him. Even then he is so forgiving that he does not curse their lands or their generations – all he does is to keep to himself…he must be so saddened.

I think sometimes, it may not be such a good thing to take yourself too seriously. Or to be so drunk on the idea of self importance to even believe for one moment the whole world revolves around you. It’s best to come down to earth and just remember that no one gives two shits about how much land you have! All they really care about is whether you treat them well and fairly – that’s all there is to it.

Only mentally unstable and delusional people who have no idea how to manage conflict in the terrain of the hearts and minds will jump up and down whenever others transgress them. They must really believe the sun shines through their asshole!”