The Leader Of The Worlds

Many people claim that I am very pro-American. In their eyes, anything that is linked to the America will be superb to me. I have to admit that I love the America more than any other countries in this world, and I have my own reason.

I am being educated in Hong Kong under the British system until I was seventeen years old. I moved to the America in 1994. I didn't have much positive feeling on it that time. I lived in New York. Realistically, the technology over there is far behind than the modern Asia cities such as Tokyo, Singapore, and Hong Kong. Might be I was young and shallow, I couldn't realize the fruitiness of the America until I have spent several years into its education system and working in the society.

Let's not talk about how great the America is, but speaking in term of the potential facts of whether it will still be the top country of the world within the next ten to twenty years. Three perspectives will be shared. They are the perspectives of military, economic, and agriculture.

Military
Looking from the human history, the power of the military force equals to the bargaining power of the country. The British used to be the world leader due to its strong navy. It conquered lots of the Asia and Middle-East Countries such as Hong Kong, the India, and the Palestine via the sea. In general speaking, if you wanna be the world leader, you basically need to own the strongest army in the world. Nowadays, the American owns the strongest military force in the world. With high technology and computerized system, its army, navy, and air-force can be sent to anywhere of the world within 24 hours.


Economic
The Asian are raising. China is the world factory and India is a key player in the information technology. These are the glorious facts that we can see, but who's the buyer behind? The Western worlds are the main customers behind all of these products, services and technology. Although the cash flows to the east from the west, the raise of China is due to its cheap labor cost. The cash flow will stop once the China catch up with its inflation, exchange rate differing, and the rise of the labor cost. When the time comes, the world will change its focus away from China to India. With the China's political issue and its one son policy, I believe that it will face a big challenge within the next twenty years, but the America will keep standing as the buyer of the world.

Agriculture
As the America has lost its manufacturing power to the Asia, it counter attacks the Asians through agriculture under the blessing of globalism. Some professions have predicted that the America will concentrate on agriculture and the Asia countries will be the major players in business and manufacturing in the short coming future. Personally, I disagree. I believe the American will be the major player in both areas. It will use food as a weapon to ruin a country self economy. It is already the key food distributer to Africa and some of the Asia areas, and it has just started invading China by providing pork and beef recently. It took the advantage of China's food scarce problem. What can China do beside asking the America for help?

Orgasmic Afternoon

It's a lovely afternoon. It's not too hot and sunny, a perfect time to enjoy the romance of making it with a sexy girl in bed. I am sitting in front of my Apple PowerBook G4 with a cup of Pul-Lee right next to me. The Pul-Lee fills the room with a scent of after shower black forestial aroma, which releases my locked imaginary self. I feel that . . . I am being led through an old mossed jungle. The scent of aged wood sparkles my slothfulness, which reminds me to appreciate the splendid luck of luxury relaxation that I am holding now. I love Tat Ming Pair (a famous Hong Kong band from the 80's). Adding their musics to the background of my imagination results in a superb orgasm. I love this moment.

The F__ked Up Chinese 5000 Culture . . . Again And Again . . .

I saw a news tonight about the Chinese 北京赤東文化傳播有限公司 sued the Japanese SKYperfectTV for piracy. The Chinese claimed the SKYperfectTV for putting a few of its shows on air illegally. The Chinese won the law case. The SKYperfectTV was being fined 20 million dollar (RMB) for compensation.

I was shocked for hearing the news. Speaking in term of piracy, who would claim being the first, if the Chinese were the second in place? The Chinese do not respect and practice the copyright law. The whole world is suffering from the f__ked up Chinese except the Indian! Why Indian special? It's because no one watches any movie shot by the Bollywood! The Bollywood movies suck!

If I were the Japanese, then I would team up with the big boy from the Hollywood suing the Chinese in revenge. Just like an old American saying, "You f__ked me, I'll f__k you!" Why not turning the Chinese publishers, media companies, and even the private companies upside-down? Why letting the rabietic dog barks like a civilized dog, but not gunning it down?

I respect all kinds of creative business. I do not support piracy. I rather be bored to death. I will not purchase any cheap pirated movies or music.

Finally Scared . . .

It's not new for people referring life as if a soccer game that you never know how it ends. I am quite sure that I shall be hired for being a full-time lecturer in one of the IVEs. I haven't received the official letter yet, but I guess I am one of their close to perfect candidates. I am a professional in the graphic arts industry from the inputting stage (photography, scanning, and graphic design) to the publishing stage (paper - printing and electronically - CD/Internet). I am professional because I have both of the field working and teaching experiences. Logically, I should be a lecturer in these areas, but . . . just like a soccer game . . .

Previously, I have written a blog on the issues of holding tight or giving up. I have mentioned that I actually gained more experiences and knowledge by giving up being professional in box, and walking out of it for exploring more unexpectedly. I explored a whole new post-press world, the finishing science and technology such as water/oil varnishing, UV varnishing, laminating, embossing, foiling, glittering, flocking, gluing, punching, diecutting, and all kinds of conditional tests . . .

Although I have worked in the post-press area, I don't feel calm teaching it at all. I bet that I am gonna teach it, instead of what I am strong at . . . Handling this task isn't easy for me. I finally doubt myself. Recalling for my past, I have been through a lot. I realized the path of being success is to work and to learn at the same time with believes. Being confident is what I was strong at, and it should be what I am perfected in this stage of my life. I shouldn't doubt myself, should I? I shouldn't, NO I shouldn't doubt myself at all because I am Bon Wan!

Thanks for Connie mentally and physically supporting me, and dad . . . please pray for me, as I finally . . . doubt and scared.

God please bless me.

The F__ked Up Hong Kong Government And Its Sucked System!

The Hong Kong glorious time is over!

In the 70s, anyone could be a king with a college degree. In the 80s everyone was making money in any field. People were optimistic towards everything as long as it's linked to the name, Hong Kong. People didn't have to work extreme overtime. They were protected by the Hong Kong 401K and bonus benefits. I was being told that 10% was a yearly average salary raised. For those who wished being stable, they were welcome to join the British government force such as my father. Pension was being offered for all of the retired Hong Kong governmental officers. That's why people called it, The Iron Rice Bowl.

After the hang over in 1997. Everything changed. The stupid moronic Hong Kong Chief Executive, Dong Kin Wah f__ked the Hong Kong economy up by running Hong Kong as his cooperation business. He was the most dumb selfish moron in the world by setting up lots of meaningless system such as, The 85000 Housing Plan, applying Mandarin as the mother tongue of the school system, and reducing the number of schools in Hong Kong. You might say that I am the extreme, but at least his stupidity and useless character has been mentioned and black and white written in his father's published daily, The Daily Of Dong Ho Wan.

I am not the only one, who doesn't support the Hong Kong government and its system. There are many others standing on my side sharing the same believe. For the extremes, they have even made up funny songs such as the two songs below.

Song# 1
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X95I3S0AFNg&mode=related&search=

Song# 2
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4mQWAt-SfkU&mode=related&search=

I might sound angry in today's blog, but I have my reason. I am a victim under the f__ked up Hong Kong governmental system. I dislike the recent Hong Kong. I am still staying just for my girlfriend, Connie. I am betting myself for her. She promised me moving back to US together two years later. I am waiting.

I am applying for being a lecturer in one of the Hong Kong Institute Of Vocational Education schools, which are Hong Kong governmental institutes. I am an experienced lecturer in my field. I have been working as an adjunct professor since I was 25 years old (2002) in New York. I taught at the New York City College Of Technology. In the last June when I was back to New York for a short tour, I was being invited to be one of their full time professors. Connie was right next to me that time. I rejected them because I want to be with her. She isn't ready to leave Hong Kong yet.

The city college in New York kindly welcome me without questioning my knowledge and experiences, but not the city institute in Hong Kong. I proofed myself by submitted all of my W-2 forms from The New York Times, the New York Post, and the Hallmark Cards, along with five recommendation letters and all of my three college degrees. Unfortunately, these proofs might be over their literacies, therefore not being accepted. Instead, they wanted me to provide my ex-full-time monthly salary receipts, and college transcript! So stupid, so f__ked up. I questioned them, but they replied me with three words, "It's our system."

In order to satisfy the moronic Hong Kong city institute system, I called up my dad to dig out what they have requested from his basement, and overnight FedEx them to me. I knew it cost a lot, but what can I do? I am now living in the f__ked up Hong Kong Governmental System in everything . . . poor me!

Last of all, I might be mean and rude on the phone to you, dad . . . I am sorry.

BeeBee Birthday, Two Years Old.

Today is BeeBee's birthday. Connie and I held a short and small two years old birthday party for him. He was excited and cheered, as he was greeted with milk and doggy ham roll.

Time flies . . . I legally owned him for 1.75 years. He experienced a lot for being with me together. For example, being caged alone, being shipped to China in a Mercedes-Benz, quality times spent with hundreds of young lady, tortured by the Heung-Ha-Por, sailed back to Hong Kong, and being loved by Connie and I.

As the father of BeeBee, I always care and think of him. He's my lovely baby. I bought him from a pet shop at the Tai Kok Tsui. It was the coldest night of November, 2005. He scared of sitting on my lap in the very beginning. Not until 2-3 weeks later, he fell asleep on my lap for the first time. It was so sweet that I didn't even wanna wake him up for heading to the bathroom. I taught him to pee on the diaper, but he on purposely never learns to shit on it also. Being a baby, he vomited quit a bit. I didn't mind cleaning his wastes and taking him seeing a vet. I took him to Lantau Island, the Peak, and interesting places for fun when the weather permits.

I wasn't a good father. I had to travel to China a lot for working, which left him home alone or staying at PoPo's (grandma) house. I regretted for not being there in his childhood. By the time when I really have the luxury to know him better, he has already turned into a teenage.

I don't want to regret again, so I am taking care of him as much as I can. I shower him, I walk him, I keep taking him to interesting places (if the weather permits), I buy him toys and snacks, and etc . . . I shall take him to anywhere I am and I will be. I won't leave him behind. I know he needs me, and I love him.

Being a parent isn't an easy task. I will try my best being a good father. I also want to thank my parents for raising me, a lazy unhealthy boy with asthma. I wish BeeBee keeps staying healthy and happy for all of his reminding time.

I love you, BeeBee. I also love you, mom and dad, and of course, Connie.

The Novels

The Chronicle Of A Swordman I
The Swordman And His Big Iron

Contents

Acknowledgements
Foreword
Chapter 1: The Chaotic Era
Chapter 2: The Birth Of The Wanned
Chapter 3: The Powerful Protectors
Chapter 4: The Great Fleeing
Chapter 5: The Sleeping Iron
Chapter 6: The Rise Of The Swordman
Chapter 7: The Renaissance
Afterword

The Chronicle Of A Swordman II
The Swordman Returns

Contents

Acknowledgements
Foreword
Chapter 1: The Dark Age Returns
Chapter 2: The Reinforced Iron
Chapter 3: The Torn Rose
Chapter 4: The Land Of The Orient
Chapter 5: Unfreeing . . .
Chapter 6: The Forest Of Seclusion
Chapter 7: The Magical Comrade
Chapter 8: A New World
Afterword



The Chronicle Of A Swordman III is in writing section. Its publishing date is still pending, but should be soon . . .

The Naughty BeeBee

For the passed few days, BeeBee has been very naughty for peeing and shitting in the kitchen. I have warned him again and again, but he ignored all of my orders. Don't make me wrong, he knows where the right peeing and shitting places are. I set up three diapers for him, but he on purposely by-passed all of them. So, I didn't let him go easy on the last time. I beat him up (slapping on his thigh) and caged him for the whole morning.

I set him free four hours later. I fed him, but kept scolding and ignoring him. He was extremely sad. He walked back into his cage and cried. He didn't cried loudly, but tearing silently instead. How would I know? I saw tears fallen out of his eyes. At that moment, my heart was broken. I realized that he finally recognized his wrong. I cheered him up by padding and offering treats with lots of "I love you, BeeBee!" being said.

A few minutes later, he pleased me by peeing and shitting on the diaper. What a smart ass he is!

The Super-Size Bon

I was sitting on my couch, watching the movie, Super Size Me while I was caging BeeBee this morning. It's an old movie that I was supposed to watch a few years ago, but I didn't until today. It's a documentary movie about a man tried to proof fast-food is bad by eating McDonald's three meals a day for an entire month. He was super healthy before he started, but turned into a totally disaster. He didn't only gain weight, but also damaged his liver and kidney. His cholesterol, blood pressure, and etc levels were exceeded. He was depressed and tired easily. The worst thing was . . . failure in all kinds of sexual activities such as hardcore, anal, blowjob, handjob . . . (sorry for over descriptive, hey but I couldn't help it!)

I had been resting for the passed four months. Technically speaking, I just ate whatever I liked and slept like a pig. I tried to exercise in the very beginning, but I quited. I gained a few pounds, and turned a few pieces of muscle into fat. I guess . . . my cholesterol level is still right at the border line (crossing my fingers).

I want a change after I had watched the movie. I think I should get myself back to shape for real this time. Not only by saying, but also . . . facing it by action! So, I am planning starting from tomorrow. I am gonna clean up my system with a semi-Atkins Diet by consuming high fiber, okay protein, and very low amount of carbohydrate to get my energy back for the coming two weeks. I shall exercise and apply a full Atkins Diet afterwards. I am looking forward to thin myself for at least 5 pounds and to be re-energetic like I was two years ago.

Why am I starting dieting tomorrow, but not today? It's because I am gonna have a real nice steak dinner with Connie tonight :) Yeah . . . I WILL start from tomorrow.

The following image shows how I was two years ago.
Not perfect, but better than now!!!

Parenting

BeeBee was sicked last night. He vomited and mourned.

When I was sitting my big fat ass on the sofa watching TV, I suddenly heard BeeBee choked. I turned my head around, and saw him hid himself inside his cage suffering. I walked up to him, and realized that he had already vomited. I immediately pulled him out of his cage, and padded his chest. He choked so loud that even Connie rushed out from the computer room. Both of us padded him together until he stopped.

Afterward, I gave him a bowl of sweetened and salted water, but he didn't drink much at all. He rather lied down resting right next to the main door, instead of jumping around like the normal days. So, I boiled him some vegetable, wishing the fiber might clean up his system a bit. He ate all of them within a minute, which was good, at least he didn't loss his appetite.

When Connie and I were in bed, I still worried for him. Connie tried to calm me down. She was nice. We further realized the toughness of child raising especially, while he/she were sicked. After this incident, I understood what my parents have went through when I was asthma attacked while I was young, and why they kept reminding me for teeth cleansing once every half a year . . . Suddenly, we heard BeeBee choked again, but this time he was smart enough not to stay behind in his cage. We walked to our bed . . . looked at us poorly . . . kind of asking for our caring. Of course, both of us got out of our bed and served him again.

After a good night sleep, he is back being a little cute lovely and healthy BeeBee.

Letting Go > Holding Tight

I am going for a job interview tomorrow, August 02, 2007. I am going to interview for a full-time lecturer position at the Hong Kong Institute Of Vocational Education, IVE. I haven't been working for 4 months on purposely. I gave myself a long break in order to reform my mental status. No, I am not mentally ill, but didn't wanna go on with my f__ked up attitude while I was still in China. This is what people called, "I need a break."

Tonight I heard a news upon a move of Rupert Murdoch. He bought the Wall Street Journal. I was thinking to myself . . . what if I didn't left New York? What if . . . I were still there working for the New York Post? Would I be in charged of the quality development of the Wall Street Journal? These are the questions in my mind tonight.

Life is strange, seems like . . . you can never know what's going to happen next. I remembered that around six months after I had quited the New York Post, Lachlan Murdoch, the son of Rupert resigned. So, there was a management change over the Post. I thought I was smart to make a move to the Hallmark Cards before the incident. Thinking back from today, seems like no matter what path I took, I ended the same - still being a poor broke guy.

I moved from New York to Hong Kong for Aggie. I ended up being with Connie. Seems fate has already planned and written out my life and/or my future already. Often, I keep worrying for what's going to happen next. I worry for money and bread. I worry for being alone. Trying to grab tight on what's in hand might ended up crashing it, but letting go brought me a whole new world. Within the passed two years, I thought lost a lot, but actually, I didn't. I gave up my profession, in return I am more professional than before. I met a very close to perfect woman, who is willing to spend her life with me such an imperfect guy.

Afterall, I am a lucky guy :)