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If the green line subway train aren’t coming, then we are going to take the blue express train home instead. Sometimes in a rainy day, a simile will be reminiscent of a metaphor that has been planted in our yard of heart long ago to remind us something. If we had planted it in our heart, then the tree of liberty would get watered with the patriots all around us. And, forever. A case in point is that if Grandma would be mentioned to be faults of grammar, then, that is, in case of the Hub and the Big Apple would be depicting as only some careless but high-profile journey in my life, the case was surely closed to have that witness meet me half way, the next day appearing in my hometown preparing the next courtroom case stuff, in addition to the previous case of five celebrities around Miss France’s death bed, just thirty miles away from that hospital. How is that you hear the song of the Police’s Synchronicity II, “Many miles away something crawls from the slime at the bottom of a dark Scottish lake”? The singer Sting will come to Taipei in this December. Bravo!

British program is beckoning many times before me, and is served to be private personal alternative only. Where is the case which comes without any necessary elements of consisting parts, such as library, class, declaration, etc., but only with flying chart and spread sheet skills flashing the strings on the screen? That center is mine, isn’t it right? If board and lodging are provided, I am coming. If the prodigy were to be constantly bringing porridge, then would she also give you a warm hug with the girls all around? But you know that we didn’t even have a marriage, could it be the case that even taking a look is prohibited?

Let me count on it. The advice was akin to a map to be unfolded then the case was won, that kind of stuff. If I did not pay my ticket fare then I could not have planned to be in the concert. But the argument are weak because if the company men with their degrading Toyota Luxury sedan being stolen, then the employees men now will be cautious of their bosses enough to buy any public trust or hedge fund. That is for sure.

DB, November 22, 2012

When we were still an infant, we should be delicate. When we had grown up, we should have trained our fortitude and that is a virtue. When we have our fortitude, we could bear a lot of frustrations and still could carry on. When we still move on, we forget the distracting sorrows which shall hinder our future. When our future are not hindered, therefore we could see better. When we could see better, even in a cloudy day, we could still recognize the fact that our fortitude has yield on our life. When the yield on our life prospers, then we have to learn to have something in our mind to take care of. When we had learned to have something in our mind to take care of, we should have found happiness. When the happiness finally found, we can name it our true love. When we give a name to our true love, we should start to get our bearings. When we got our bearings, we might get a key, a relationship network, an evaluated values, and at last, an aged age, to endure these suffers and trials to survive. We could see that in our aged face, and that gives us power to keep going on.

DB, November 13, 2012

In 1994 when I was serving in camp at my hometown Taipei as an officer, that was the time I first heard the name Bezu and Sarko. I was thinking that Bezu was from Beirut. Bezu corrected me and saying that he was not from Beirut. Probably he said that he came from the Israel. Then I was thinking Sarko in Taiwanese to be the meaning of “three dollars”, or a police rank for “three lines” one star. But Sarko just smiled. In 1996 summer session of Baruch school open day, I was shaking hands with Sarko from Paris. What I read from Dan Brown‘s novel, The Da Vinci Code, the character Bezu was appearing in Paris Louvre. In the reality world, Mr BiBi of Israel was living at Pennsylvania in the USA and then became the Israeli prime minister, according to the newspaper report around 2005.

I make a comparison between Bezu and Sarko here to correct previously written article, misplaced Sarko as Bezu that was shaking hands with me on August 2, 1996 in New York City.

DB, November 9, 2012

When we head on tough issues, we often fall into our comfort zone we have used to reside in. That could be called an inertial issue to resolve. However, the dynamic environment is like the perilous jungle we have to keep pushing through. If we ignore that code red alert, do not stay in the original place, wait and see whether situation might change, the risk issue occurs. That is the inertial paradox. But if you are more liberal, be the one who make a change, you could find out that hillsides facing the sunshine, there still are beautiful flowers. Have you ever watched a documentary film, then scared away your courage to move on in your own life? Have you ever read an inspirational literature, then lose the motivation to lead a meaningful life? I will keep thinking that if you had had a chocolate bar and then a marshmallow, forget all that about the errant, when he returned and you will still have another one, that kind of life definite will be perfect.

Empty tables and empty chairs, how sorrowful would that be when you are getting elder and elder? Still when we occupy the chair for all the afternoon, and doing nothing, seeing the sun go down, waiting for another different dawn or daybreak, that would be another unbearable being, you might say. When the inertial was like demon lingering in your door, you could not get up early in the morning, you cannot eat, cannot drink, and cannot sleep, should we take further action like we met our first love in the freshman days? If things keep going as such, you probably would have missed your best life. So? We should see through this kind of inertial paradox, seeking help early to intervene, and take the prevention and take action for it. That would be, hmm, not the best but good enough and acceptable.

DB, November 7, 2012

When I was a teenager pupil in my junior high school, the school teachers told us that in the central library at Taipei City, the researching savants were always forgetting their biological timing. Oh, they forgot to be engaging with someone else, getting married, having children and consisting a family. My art teacher Mr Huang was just forty year old and looked like a single male when we were fourteen, and the young female teachers were making fun of him, saying that he was the one as depicted. But later we found his son Huang was in our class. The dude who was in politics at that time as an English secretary or something, he was complaining that his old friends were only making a living but without marriages. And he cannot forgive them with this. Nobody listened to him, you know. One of my rich-father elementary school senior classmate when I went to the elementary several years earlier out of the reason being driving out the urban kindergarten by that so called “child malign abuse” misdeeds, he was leading an information trying to reveal us as an eleven-year-old child to come to that library. And he discovered another such time-forgetting savant Mr Lin in that library, with kind of savant syndrome. He was trying to conclude that savant was to read all those newspapers in the central library but without paying subscription fees to the publishers, and so forth that was resulting to his memory, time deficiency to forget his marriage in his early forties. However, we still found that one of my junior high school classmate Lin was that savant’s young son. And that library savant Mr Lin seemed to hear about this, coming to our junior high school to send his son a lunch box, also clear the air. That’s sarcastic, I might say, as I was beyond my forty years old without their good fortune of biological time essence.

Nevertheless, I paid the newspaper and magazines subscription fees. Recently I found a picture in the Psychology Today magazine. Ouch, there was photo of a local female popular singer in this month’s PT, and the message in-library coming to my sense it was hinted ambiguously that she was dead! One of that privy from local law establishment of my classmate lured me to write that intangible message down. “How would the photo of a local singer being posted on that PT magazine without anything happened?” But as to me, my subscription to magazine PT was just due last month. I did not have this issue. Therefore, I did not write this down. Later some earlier incoming message getting back to reveal one word or another about this singer, saying that my classmate of the law establishment had met her in the states. But something my classmate hadn’t revealed to anybody, was that she explained to him that because she was disliked by everybody and she did not want to stay here anymore. That’s all. That female singer could be alive in her second life in the states, but for some reasons they were making an investigating alike survey, because although she was alive she had been getting through some kind of death experience. The picture prompted up without sincerely revealing the fact at first hand. So lucky I have subscribed to that magazine without following the advice of that library in 2006. Because my subversion case against local rich business family and government criminal police department still on-going in law court and I was undergoing a hospital mental evaluating order from the district court. This was of crucial importance because it would definitely affect my case in the law court. That’s all. How lucky I am, thank God.

DB, November 5, 2012

Yesterday in IHT, Frank Stewart on Bridge said, “‘How many tricks does it takes to beat a major-suit game?’ East asked his partner pointedly after South made four spades ‘Silly question.’ West said. ‘Why not ask me where Hershey Bars are made…’ On No Hearts said, I know who invented the Diesel engine and who devised the Morse code, and I know that four tricks are needed to beat four spades…On Daily Question, Answer said, This is a borderline bid. The high-card structure is good, but the hand lacks length in spades, and awkward rebid problem is likely. If you open, start with one club, intending to bid 1NT over a response of one spade. That will limit your strength quickly and will get you to hearts…”

Oh, the Hershey chocolate bars are made in Hershey, Pennsylvania. If you open intending to bid 1NT, that is to say you want to bid 1 no trump over a response of one spade in contract bridge card game. A borderline bid is saying that you are in a borderline, you cannot decide whether to open the bidding or not. In the Roth-Stone system, many 13-point hands did not meet the requirements for opening the bidding. But today players are opening 10-point hands. There are sound arguments of these two approaches, many of them applying to tournament. In most natural bridge bidding systems, the opening bid of 2 club is used exclusively for hands too strong for an opening bid at the one-level.

DB, November 3, 2012

Subconscious motive could be with no intend to do something. For example, as in James Ingram’s song, “I don’t have the heart to hurt you.” That’s it, I don’t have a heart to do it. Sigmund Freud developed an account of the unconscious mind, the behavior is out of the unconscious mind. The id is unconscious by definition. The id contains libido. The id precedes the ego. The id is the psychic apparatus at birth as undifferentiated, part of which develops into a structured ego. The ego attempts to mediate between id and reality. The ego represents what may be called reason and common sense, in contrast to the id. The ego in modern English could mean one’s self-esteem, an inflated sense of self-worth, or simply one’s self. The super-ego could be thought of as a type of conscience that punishes misbehavior with feelings of guilt. The super-ego’s demands often oppose the id’s, so the ego sometimes has a hard time in reconciling the two. The super-ego forms during the dissolution of the Oedipus complex after the little boy cannot successfully hold the mother as a love-object out of fear of castration. That’s what I found in the Wikipedia online.

Chicken soup is good for your health just as spiritual ritual is good for your mind. For a whole year submerged by the malfunction of the government with lawsuit cases being charged with libel case without necessary legal elements and also charge the police of government department, of the law affairs with subversion case filed, the due process per se seems to be perpetual. Recently two different sources of power bargains seem to be coming into my sense. I would remember reading from the book of a kind of psychotherapy to let patients hypnotized to tell what their reminiscences recalled and the therapy method in religion terminology is called, find the karma in your second life. What is the cause of the misfortune and hindrance in your second life? We are seeking therapy for various reasons such as of business, school works, insomnia in sleep cycle, relationship barriers, etc. Some terminology in religion describes that process to be sort of religion service to find the patient’s dead relative in hell by blindfolded, staggering, walking through the hell to get a grant to ask for an additional word from the dead relative. That therapy has something to do with the hypnotized hint to mitigate what the patient was persistently suffered mentally.

What will be that in your heart? I might say, the insomnia in sleep cycle, as I heard you suffered long ago in that tropical island. You should have been taking that clinic visiting as not necessarily in demands, something casually did, but things turned out to be deteriorated and for so many years you still cannot get out your bad dream. How could I know that was only a low wage job, or maybe I was wrong, that was a decent job. For a good-mannered teenager to behave herself, how would that be possible to ask her senior, in her name and for the role like her mother, where would she spend her summer vacation? Where had she been? Oh, if only she knew that’s somebody’s mother for that somebody’s biography said that he came from far away to seek her. Hey, how could I know were that a nice young man with a steady job, only without desire could have been making the lover prepared chocolate out of season? Maybe I should have met you in the New York City, had we been driving in both of our cars and trying to connect to the Washington State for a scene like Meg Ryan schmoozes in solitude in the movie Sleepless in Seattle, if we could still be persisting that continual small talk with pretty Meg Ryan. Would that be a happy ending? I am not sure. Let’s see.

DB, November 2, 2012

First the rubber came in an infant age, when the shortage of material was not uncommon. However, it lost its dummy in those days and its father did not buy it another to make it envy its sibling with their dummy in their mouths just like recently I lost my blue Hapor planner. Whom to blame? But I have another makeshift Keny planner of black cover with brown rims. It was just like a fraud file created two and a half decades ago by the dude about your father who did some bribery not bartering when he joined the party in his company, but it was in the anniversary of your prestige municipal high school, and that in the depiction your father sounds like a country folk volunteered to be that pigeon. Things seemed to become different when that accused Uncle Sam, not that Uncle Joe, meet me half way around university campus. You know, sort of, sort of like that things will be getting changed. But two decades were gone, the whole stuff still is phony. Hey, Knightly! You want in that stuff? Oh, everybody around the world need that stuff which was called democracy, come on. And you need another phony ethical committee or ethics committee to persecute me for a new stuff all my life? Xxck you! You killed my grandmother by such phony committee in the admission pool of Ivy League prestige Colombia University.

I know that you said another Ivy League Harvard University alumni in his pseudo name sending my name for signing that central and premium agent contract which salary was depicted as that in all my life would have no chance to reach. And blame me, for bad-mannered, that was my friend George from Texas to blame me for that I didn’t bid good-by to leave the American soil. Had I held the hand of my friend Bezu from Paris too tight to hurt him when we were shaking hands with each other? Was I a nerd? Have had enough? I was not sure. I felt insecure. All right. Why don’t you try some McCarthyism of the different color(from red)? If you can set aside the malign abuse case with name had been inquired by the gubernatorial magistrate without accurate birth date but with the Zodiac Aquarius known, instead of filing to the United Nations, he made the makeshift, of a color discriminating secret file, finally as an excuse to cover his wife being exposed to criticizing public opinions resulting from the City College school open day photo shooting with the abuse child leading to his grandmother medical mistreated to death in his hometown. That’s politics, you know, phony and shameless. But my younger sister and my mother were kept waking me up from that sound sleep a decade ago in X-file tv program, “You don’t remember? The picture hanging on the wall of FBI office? Robert W. C. or W.J.C.? Bill Clinton?” They sounds like pretty YWCA English teacher little Eva Ivory, who met me and my sisters in the movie theater when we still could see Michael J. Fox to be the featuring character in the Hollywood movies. Pretty English teacher Eva Ivory told me to find Robert Clinton because he had just elected to the White House. That was those days, and maybe that I should call that rubber to meet the road, a soothing and transition makeshift alike process. After all, we all have been getting by these years and things would never change.

DB, November 1, 2012

Why use eyes square see into the truth but still cannot find it? Handshaking with somebody. Can we answer the call from far away place that sea surrounds the soil, or the soils surrounded by sea? How to fetch a lovely one without getting wet when it was in torrents but only pay more transportation, galaxy, or taxi fare? Somewhere you could reach in dry eyes with carbon footprint but reach, keep in touch, should be no longer talk so loud, walk so proud, would be some annoying wretch, stand kind of civility and finally it would be allowed, for pregnant lover, Sabbath-breaker, takes a swing at the womanizing and at the Thanksgiving white turkey around the blossomed roses, or tulips, watching the flowers grow in our avant-garde, garden. Do you get the sea, see squarely, or girly? Could it be that it already had a name and would that be its name? When did Bezu Fache meet Robert Langdon? The Louvre in Paris, Pantheon in Rome, could it be somewhere in the European continent instead of somewhere of the Far East island? What Dan Brown says about that he talked into a walkie-talkie, Stephen King says that he talked in a devil telecom. You know that they are English teachers. But this time, why no one learns from the lesson?

Too small an audience would that be the cause which makes a book store stopped being revived? Or too glamorous, too ignorant, too enclosed, too easy, too elder or too old, to go, to fit into the out of fashion, outdated clothes, leading to the paranormal phenomenon which observed by the crowd or only being known something about that by one single audience in the Far East part? Could it be Nebraska, are you sure? Las Vegas, wouldn’t it depicted vividly on the newspaper report when you feel that the information was close to you? The farthest fort in the wild west, in excited exclamation, wow, we did it on Wednesday to see in Westfall, the Sentinel Hill? How could that be a Wesley brother in his illuminati order to iterate that foot in its mouth words again and again until the old woman being observed to bypass whose heart in its own hearts with an ordinary cold to stay in hospital but passed away gross negligently mistreated. She had dropped by the hospitals to be the witness, twice, 16/19, two tours. Would that be only wet carbon footprint? Down the street, followed a taxi to save the fare, if only you followed a bus could not save more.

DB, October 31, 2012

Yesterday I lost my blue planner in the library at New Taipei City. That’s because I was too eager for adding the Chinese language translation of my essay to the Plurk microblog and rushed out the library to forget the planner on the library computer table before the library alerted the readers that the library would close within ten minutes. But how come it would be that? Would it be that I tried McDonald’s newly outlet farther from the library near the HsinPu subway entrance and skipped the old outlet of McDonald’s in front of the City Council near the very library, and which the McDonald’s owners were hiring New York City lawyers for their lawsuit currently proceeding in district court with that I am the privy? So inconvenient and so abrupt that if someone still keep watching me so as to hurt their eyes when they have observed my activity in that instead of this fast food restaurant? Or if it only because I had mentioned that I would rather leave this WORLD(World of the Warcraft online game) and go to the Hollywood movies in local cinema complex of that Canadian IMAX? Was it that some stupid brigade of citizens consistently coming near and catching me on the city bus route to Taipei City from the suburbs now being the French Quarter of New Taipei City, rehearsing again and again what that 1996 AmTrek train bound to Long Island of New York State of Long Beach that to the political concerns to be afraid of that assassinators would find and intercept me to threaten my life in the states? Before yesterday I lost the planer at the New Taipei City Library around PM 4:55 library close time putting on the computer table, on the city bus on route back to New Taipei City from Taipei City Carrefour mall, that city bus Korean Hyundai pilot system was taking up additional ticket fare of NTD$15 besides when I got on the bus in front of the French Carrefour Mall at Taipei City with NTD$7 ticket fare paid, that could be intended to annoy me before the planer de facto was taken. That, if only that was a plot, could be caught off guard, that could be said to be committed, with measurable intent, able to be recorded as evidence, except that it would not be a civil rights issue without morality of preaching purpose to distinguish itself from that crap, crust, and the crest of the hill where a Ryan or a Wright would normally dwell in. Did you know where was Ryan? That pretty Meg Ryan in the Hollywood movie, You’ve Got Mail? Don’t know? Find it, and you would get the answer. Will you?

Today at New Taipei City Library I filled a seeking for lost personal belongings form to register that lost blue planer, also I went to the Carrefour mall counter at Taipei City to write down my name and address with telephone number to ask for assistance to find that blue planer.

David Chang, SSN057-86-4042,
October 30, 2012

From online dictionary we can look up the word Egoism, which means the habit of valuing everything only in reference to one’s personal interest. A synonym to Egoism is Egotism, which means excessive and objectionable reference to oneself in conversation or writing, conceit, boastfulness, self-centeredness. The meaning of the phrase Common Ground is a foundation of common interest or comprehension, while a stance in mountaineering is a place at the top of a pitch where a climber can stand and belay. If we were to share the stance we would not be that critical about that sort of investigation into the history phenomenon of the India Gandhi Satyagrahi of nonviolent resistance and parallel to the American case of blacks that struggle to ride the city buses in Georgia. Or were we writing biased blog only to schmooze, both wasting our time or something else? I cannot say that it is the case for it is stance of myself.

Many years ago I heard it from newspaper that an international exchange student coming from Switzerland to this country, and the airplane crashed into the sea of Taiwan Strait. The Switzerland mother who was bereaved of her son followed me up back to Taiwan when I took a personal visit tour to the European continent, they told her at one Zurich alley that I was from Taiwan and a second lieutenant officer for a redemption, I was silent about that intangible comment and she seemed to be white. But she came with her neighbor of ethnic Asian just like me. The bereaved Swiss white woman stayed in Taipei local hotel, had her Asian neighbor come to the embassy for a negotiation but from message only source I could not make out what they would try to negotiate. That Asian neighbor was killed on scene in front of the embassy although she was a citizen of Switzerland from Zurich. The Swiss white woman bereaved of son was stunned by her neighbor being killed. She had never told me she was coming to Taiwan, nor what to negotiated with the embassy. The local information when I stayed in library at Taipei City argued that the ethnic Asian of Zurich citizen was representing her neighbor to negotiate with embassy, but she never mentioned about anything concerned my personal details, only said a name of my university classmate. And must be something they said in front of the embassy annoyed the blacks in the USA and that Asian Zurich citizen got slaughtered on scene. There were none of our business, and we should better keep silence about this stuff, as the intangible comment goes around the library area at Taipei City. Years later after that event, I don’t know whether such an information coming in at the library at Taipei City was a rumor or not. Nor do I know if there was anything happened to my classmate whose name was mentioned in front of the embassy after that slaughter of a Zurich Asian citizen. There are some rumors recently that he was killed but I am not sure. That’s all that I have known, and I think that is what I have to know, enough. Another accompany old woman at the Zurich airport was from the Taiwan Consulate at Switzerland, assumed the Switzerland citizenship when the Asian Zurich citizen died at Taipei. She never told me about these manslaughter.

David Chang, SSN057-86-4042,
October 29, 2012

What brought you in your university days to take a course of junior English oral class when you were only a sophomore and made a climate change presentation in front of the senior? Not that destiny Knight of the the Templar bumped into you to show kind of epiphany but a brochure of nuclear electric power from your father’s company conveniently put upon your table for you to scanned to the laser printer to be ready material as a base to present. That was not of carbon reducing incentive, only providing rhetoric rich in ideas, at least in your university year. But that is essential background for building up university democracy, isn’t it? Recently I have some ideas which was actually coming to my sense, but in the states of related evidence of promising law school students to prepare for school debates or thesis project, sometimes they have got their own Apple Mac i-books to search for the serendipitous results of unknown apart realm of a controversial subject, also as a base for their presentation materials. That would be sort of university forum to sponsor that analysis and research, for engineering discipline or for law school subject as well. Could we say these are the same thing?

Climate change. Yes, long term weather report has dynamic outcomes to show you now that it is autumn. Even in this ever spring island of the Far East part of the globe, you could feel the difference. Can we take the business class jet and at the same time reduce the carbon footprint? It was not your Harris tweed jacket, not the video game of ranger class, not the college English class, but an European tour British Airway BA business class. Didn’t George W. Bush years later release news to the press that he boarded the same airline? At least I saw that BA mark printed on the airplane in the media. A round trip ticket offered me from Zurich to Frankfurt, with Zurich citizen persuading me to stay and some orient tourist notified to be my classmate and Citibank Visa Gold call center message. Yes, climate change in a situation such as this, and all we can feel that the weather has changed. Not weather, that’s called climate.

All right. Last time I was ready to meet the press, that was outdoors in the local cinema complex, just waiting. A local media with their camera shooting around to come by my side to ask me. I can feel that they would like to ask me how I feel in that occasion. Maybe I was just thinking too much. There was no such thing they would come to find me. Feel free to find a standby passenger to make an interview for their television program. Not really, it was dubious that a wretch such as me who was only with the police record to be stolen car owner, or actually only a driver of that engine number masked Toyota 1.6 class. I heard that car as a company free gift sample originally produced only as 1500 cc engine but to be rebuilt engine part as 1600 cc. How austere would a customer to do with that crime over a decade without a final resort? Your counterpart not only built relationship by a contract in glamorous general rank with your colony lords but also was hiring assassinator covered by your own people to approach you in front of their own motel chain. Would you need some additional facility to boost up your emotional intelligence or social intelligence? Climate change, I think that for a mother-xxcker like you need was to hear the department advice around that year, to go to visit your doctor and do some intake. That was one of the most intimate person except for your own mother since decades ago you still was a baby. Not that relationship built up in the New York City with a photo shooting on the school open day but an intimate relationship since several months old. I think just like Mr George W. Bush told us what he thinks that you should listen to your mother, and I think that I should also listen to her. All right.

DB, October 27, 2012

Have you learned the zodiac sign yet? That’s pretty interesting, if you look into it more carefully. My zodiac sign is Aquarius. Aqua, Aquarium, then the single Barbie Girl, that’s a band and that’s right. Coca Cola recently promoted the company’s beverage locally with blue and yellow color separately of two mineral sports drinks. The name of the Coca Cola’s sports drink is called Aquarius. But the local brand name in Chinese language did not bear Aquarius but Dynamic Element with it for these years, because the patent and trademark office had criticized the Coca Cola company using one of the zodiac sign as their Coca Cola’s own brand name. And the company at the moment was glad to follow the legal advice of local patent and trademark office to be political correct. Hmm, I would think that my incentive system was a weaker one, for my personal Yahoo! Kimo website blog, I had downloaded an Aquarius blue patch as base pattern to replicate to form a mosaic website background before it was forced to shut down by law court order in this August. I think that they did warn me for several times together with some of the warnings from Facebook, I cannot make it out very clearly. But at least I did not use that zodiac sign Aquarius as the personal blog name, to violate that kind of generalization regulation and political correctness. However, my Yahoo! Kimo personal blog did have been shut down by the seizure of local criminal police and district court. Fair enough? Everyday I write, surely I would say no, no rights. Right with that? Can I do that pronunciation?

When the words are putting down on paper, that would be hard to get it back. Still, there are other better off methods to cover. Because a picture is worth a thousand words, you know? How to get a picture? Yes, use the camera and make your photo. But firstly you must have a camera, whether it is a digital one. Maybe you can catch some picture of horses in blue sky, and that would be beautiful and comfort for the public graduate school some decades ago. I think so, I cannot agree more. I would not ask who is it, all right. I would learn not to say Wei but only say hello on the telephone instead. But who was him holding that little green plant on March 17, the Irish St. Patrick Day, really?

DB, October 24, 2012

What kind of paper do you want to use to turn in your business school homework? In 1996 when I just arrived at the New York City, I would reply that with no second thought, yellow matt art paper. That’s it, because it looks with higher quality than your notebook paper. But why Julia told Jack Forman not to buy the yellow mat? Hmm, lots of meanings, I think. But it could be only the personal preference of Julia, if we would say something serious about it, which really concerned me for a while, you know. I did not eat that kind of paper sugar dress or something else for my lover, but I’d been drinking a cup or two breakfast coffee and tea with sort of that kind paper mat on the table. That was in front of Queen, Elmhurst subway station of G line, before I caught the mid-night red-eye shift to fly back to Taipei.

When I was with my Toyota Break into Style 1.6 sedan, I have been to the graveyard to reminisce about my grandmother quite frequently. Sometimes I was staying there for a lunch in the restaurant, that graveyard was famous with many celebrity and a singer rest there and was next to a sight-seeing spot of sculpture park. I would have been drinking a cup of red tea for the dessert with that kind of mat on the table. You know what, the point was that I brought that mat back as a souvenir and got a fordyce condition in my upper lip. Why don’t you keep the cigarette packages or postcard stamps but a yellow mat for souvenir or hobby collecting? That’s too austere and would make my eye hurt, if I were myself a decade ago to watch me doing that, I would say so to myself, too. But at the moment when I was leaving my grandmother before setting out for New York City to pursue my graduate life, driving my father’s old emerald green Nissan 1.5 sedan to visit her with my cousins, I didn’t think about the outcome would be such an ending.

My uncle and cousins had a watch and clock retail store. They were not so affluent but was fluctuated with the environment of the neighborhood such as some bubble soda patron would fluctuate in his own business. That patron was usually making a lot of good clocks and watches for my cousin to fix. What I try to say is that this bubble soda patron later had some problems, therefore, my cousins had problems with that watch and clock retails store. When I was driving my father’s Nissan used car of the color emerald green to notify my cousins that I would go to the New York City to pursue the graduate degree, the thing was getting deteriorated. My grandfather had a bicycle made in the USA, although my grandfather had died that bike was still exhibited in my cousins’ store, exactly just the country I would be going for, they lined up beside my used emerald green car to wave a good-bye to me with extremely envy shown in their eyes. That’s why I can understand if they would harass me or made my life changed but if only I know that was just some complaints coming in during the cold winter days at Queen in 1996 before my return back to Taipei, that it was just that he wanted to get out of that in between place or just trying an escape for being caught between Scylla and Charybdis. They were my relatives and cousins.

DB, October 23, 2012

What would you see into the horde looking for a familiar person? Yes or no. I don’t know. You know? You may answer by saying that, “Hmm, you’re asking me.” A poker face is like 12/52. Not 24/7/52, but 12/52. How could you do to make that poker face, you want my opinion? Yes, definitely. Good. If you want to hear that, I would say that it’s basic instinct, too. I would avert it. But if I were you, I would show all the cards on a table to see if there are one or two cards missing. Because I have such experience that several packs of poker cards mixed into it. How could you know, then, all that poker face on the table is 12/52. Are you sure? To have someone to count on. But we do not have our mother with us. Were we not to learn quick enough, we would be dropped out to the water of endless sea. For me, in order to survive I was learning to swim in free-style from YMCA at Taipei City taught by an American coach and learned it in several months. I was then 12 years old. That’s Baptism right? Quick enough? But at that moment I was with my mother to go to YMCA at Taipei City. A decade later, when I was in the New York City, I did not bring my mother there, therefore, I learned quite slowly. Slow motion. I just missed my MBA there. That’s my opinion about it. Thank you.

What if you say that obviously the poker face tells from the other card suit? Hmm, that may be a Johnson, not a Jackson. I say maybe. Poker faces have four different card suits, and still have ranks of King, Queen, Jack, etc. You say that you would see us through? I was quite looking forward to see it through. But when we are watching television programs or reading newspaper reports, at the same time we are interacting with the reporters with our own views, thinking frames, logic reasoning, etc. That’s different style experience. But paper is paper, they are different things and they have their own rules. What I heard was that we may not have that poker face show up in paper, and that should be a tacit agreement. But the paper would be demanded to have the representative ones shown up to have that political correctness make sense. I’d say that I guess the paper was required to do so. You know that, we would reluctantly to have that poker face show up, there. Because I have such opinion previously imprinted in my mind, therefore I am not intended to make it clear here. Maybe for some other reasons, but I do not think that would be my personal ones. That’s all.

DB, October 20, 2012

My cousin said that I have been to the New York City for a study tour.

"Why did you get so mad about it? Why, why, why?"

"Guess what? I'd like to buy you a mug of draft beer there. But how could it turn out to be a blind date for that the date had been going on for several months, still could it be that you were mistaken me for another taller and nicer guy? You with a girlfriend followed that nice guy all the way down to the Wall Street? How was that?"

"You said that you went to Malaysia for a handcrafted luxury apparel which called name brand Naf Naf to be a local made in the New York City? That was not cheap than that nylon green fade away glory one piece seven dollars, for sure."

"But you criticized my point of view and my proud knowledge of this world. You do not understand that I would not allow this."

"Are you sure that you went to Malaysia only buy a Naf Naf clothing and not the place in Singapore?"

"Since we are apart, you always think about this. You don't think that maybe a mob hidden there and he was a bad guy even could sue you."

"There is no mob, at least no further."

"Oh, really?"

"I think first you should agree with that."

"Terrible. But it happened."

"Did you say that today if I were not here I was suffering a loss?"

"What loss?"

"The loss of the game in court. For example, you are not aware of where the ball is in court, you did not know."

"What court? Why we have to buy the balls? Something to do with the Vanity Fair? You know the balls in tin can package all go to be chipped into potato crisps"

"Slazenger, I know it."

"You drink Heineken or Budweiser?"

"Didn't you think that Asahi is more suitable for you? I thought you are appreciating the Asahi, especially when the beautiful Asahi journalist had been putting down so much of those things happened in New York on the newspaper."

"Sorry, I don't think it will do or either it can work, you know that. That was the study tour, for sure."

That is the question I found and therefore automatically answered, by myself. No roaring of motorbikes like the lunatic to be called back memory of the second foreign language beautiful teacher. Because it is a decade later, my cousin and I do not call it a study tour any more. Instead, we call that sight-seeing, Tour de France or the trip of the European continent, a journey once in my life time.

DB, October 13, 2012

Many, many years ago, rich mom made her children not to be watching television but to be learning to read books. That is, rich mom want to cultivate her children outstanding in the school curriculum, staying away from television and the lure of material world. Therefore, rich mom have the children with books and only media news. How did poor mom think, then? Poor mom used to be the mass media follower, therefore, poor mom had the children with televisions. Set top box, TiVo, Cable TV, Satellite Dish, MTV, blah, blah, blah. Late at night lying on the sofa, children always complaint to their teacher, saying that home was not warm enough. That is, the children used to feel cold at home of the poor mom. Poor mom used to made the children with televisions. That’s how terrific children was suffering neglect in the home by their poor mom.

Rich mom always follows the stock market news, television, radio, internet, etc. Rich mom did not walk away when the stock market occasionally collapsed. Rich mom has their savings and investment in the stock market. Rich mom is also not afraid of manipulation of the market speculators and insiders. Rich mom always takes counsel of the financial celebrity, or maybe the host in the television talk show. So, how about the poor mom? Poor mom want a healthy financial environment, a balanced cash flow spread sheet, not too much leverage of financial tools, steady job, a nice wage. Earnest and young, that’s also welcome to everybody. Poor mom looks into financial mutual funds, makes use of banking services, utilizes every small amount of savings disposable income to the bank financial advice. Poor mom does not gamble with two banks, poor mom only follow her bank. Don’t cry over the spilled milk. Don’t what? What’s that? Mop clear the milk on the floor, is it? That’s the difference I see between rich mom and poor mom for these decades.

DB, October 12, 2012

Sometimes it is not that easy to express your needs to your, um, whatsoever. For example, when to show that you are timid but not just afraid, because across a long dark alley without proper illumination may scare you. It is not about your career, about your soul or something else. You are tasting the icy coke, a walker, leaves for the toilet would be an option, quivering like you you probably would feel it deeper than soul. What is the freak about that no one would make out for it is myself. For you I only have to care not myself but also lovely one. And your brave one is not with her Lisey’s but with her Insomnia. How is that a dawn both are waiting but feeling more closer? How can that be a replicate to be depicted? If it is not to be forgiven a relationship in between each other, just to be forgotten, will that be a vow to be made, or only a whim, a ring, Tiffany or something else? Whom are you with on Wednesday? I would not interfere with those details in your personal life, or micromanage it for you. I would allow this and that’s your liberty. Freedom. Two of hearts, is two hearts, right? I think we are alone now. What if the way we are leading is to the ending for our love because we do not care enough for it and speak it out to our lovely one, express our jealousy and envy of whom she is with on Wednesday? Would that be a pity in your personal life?

But a need is not a want, a demand. A need is a need. In the novelty books I read it, you need it. Sounds like that. You are right, what can I say? But we have to face the music, books are still books, not a real stuff. What are the adult keeping arguing that it is a serious stuff but only making more bleeding about it. Ignorance is as such that sly trick may play they call help, beside that they sell a diesel car they know have problems. They engrave a new series number on the engine. And you see the incrimination, you cannot miss it! What do you mean? That is that. We are no children, but they are adult. They take care of us. Everybody has his own reasons, and maybe I need you. I want you. I demand you. That would fit into the psychology theory of Maslow’s hierarchy of needs. And that’s not something about the theory of consumer behavior you would find in the economics textbook. That’s real. That’s your life.

DB, October 11, 2012

This morning my father stop me at the door when he was repairing something on the second floor of our apartment style building. He was trying to tell me something. I told him that I have to catch the bus, coming to library. I guess it was that something about my articles posted on the internet and he may have read it. That’s just what I think.

Recently I have been regulating my day to night sleeping cycle from 10-to-6 to 12-to-6. Although I still have to confront inertial rooted in my greed for meat and loaf of bread life style, to my glee is that I do not have to face the noise, not the music, coming from the neighborhood out of constructing site any more. That noise made you ill. Actually, the community building construction works had all finished. That construction site seemed to last forever since 2002 in the summer, and the effort I paid to confront that could be gaining returns. You know, I have filed a law suit of subversion against community investor and owner Mr Liao and the New Taipei City Criminal Police Brigade(Department). That could be a temporary rest to this perpetual fire of ordained ordeal. You cannot beat it. All told.

This Sunday morning I went to Taipei Wesley Methodist Church for church worship service. It was just before the National Day at Taiwan on October 10. The preacher was Mr Cheng Hsien-Chang and the topic was about emotions and relationships. But when the preacher exaggerated his gesture he just kneed down twice on the pulpit. Weird enough, you know. But when the preacher said again besides last time he said a year ago that the church communion service is belonging to the church members who had been baptized, therefore on this Sunday I did not have the communion wafer and juice. I know my sister Linda had been baptized when she was in her beautiful high school first year, but I don’t think that she had ever been to this church service in the past. That could be the high school baptism ceremony, she could have forgotten to pay the tribute money to the baptize service.

DB, October 9, 2012

Siblings could have very different statures that could vary in inches even to feet of height. When we meet a man not necessarily we will confront him, you know. But the newspaper said that when we would choose a president from candidates, you would have chosen the taller one. Have you ever chosen the taller one before? If you was tall and normal at that moment, it was supposed that you would follow suit. But we are different now, we will rethink the reciprocity concept turning agile to maneuver. We would want to survive and not to be fired from the battle in our life. That’s not the person only with the Big Mac and coke everyday who can learn it from choosing on menu of the McDonald’s. We are not the big Mac. Did she say that?

What about the hamburger store opened recently across the street from the bahnhof terminal? We see that a superman statue stands outside the hamburger store only but that it is called theWoody’s, Woody’s Burgers. Who are you with next Wednesday? For me I have no such worries and confusion because I have been alone for quite a while. Hmm, over a decade, alone. Available. No one with us, when what had happened that just coincided with the timing your car rubber meets the road. Rubber met the road? The Roberts Court? King of the rubber? Or son of the robber barons? What happened? We might be just better off with a shrug and say nothing at all. I have my reasons, after all. Well, did you dye your rubber? I think that is sap coming from a tropical tree. But there still are others made from chemicals. Would that be the true job that makes you work like a jackass? What I learned from lessons in the past decade in applied psychology, if we can call it as that, is that we had better quit talking about this or we would just like them officers doing jobs that have aides. Aides are not for love, you know.

DB, October 8, 2012