As there is only a thin line between love and hatred, the turning point between empathy and manipulation can also be close. Without a heart, there is no empathy.

One of these days, I am really down, looking at my life as if the problems are endless. Once I stand on the cliff, embracing the ocean, all the problems seem so tiny that they all disappear into the background. I, as an individual, becomes only a drop of the water, compared to the scale of the ocean. I can easily disappear, let alone my problems, which are only a fraction of me. Unless I am ego-centric, who I probably am, my problems cannot be so serious.

Can they? Our problems can hardly grow out of us, not to say grow any size bigger than the ocean. Why of all the voices we hear as mankind, we feel as if we are the God that our problems can be out of reach. Really? Out of reach? They are at best the ripples of the ocean. Ripples, not even waves. And we can only humble ourselves before a divine God, that we are, indeed, very small.

This comment reminds me of three things.

One is the power of media has become very powerful. TV, newspaper, internet, as long as a message gets repeated thirty times, it becomes evidently true to the mass. We, as a mass, start to lose the ability of independent thinking or analysis but to let the media control our minds, so to speak. Let’s say, we hear about a prince of a remote island died over two days, we start to believe it is true without questioning its reasoning.

The other is the power of Murdoch. He controls more than a dozen major media outlets, and he does have a power to steer the matter if he is willing. If he sends a message, biased or not, through various sources of his media empire, in a week’s time, the mass will believe into the message.

The trouble is — he is willing, willing to do whatever it takes, ignoring even the laws of the land. He may believe in the notion that news has to be entertaining otherwise why he breaks the laws to make it sensational — ah, money.

Unfortunately, all three conditions are satisfied this time, which lead to the recent matter of “Murdoch Crisis.”

Murdoch is the not the first man. Hearst, who serves the base story of “Citizen Kane” also falls into similar scenario. The question begs to answer is “is there anything we can do about it?”

As the mass is subject to the power of media which we can hardly change, we can only exam the rest of conditions. Can we rely on a media giant acting out of goodness or is it more realistic to limit the power of the giant?

A media machine that is so powerful requires a few good souls to operate, but good souls are hard to find. Even if we can spot them, they may be tinted or swallowed by fame or fortune given chances. It seems unlikely that we can rely on the goodness of the giant.

So the only gripping thread for our faint hope goes into the thought whether or not we can limit the power of the giant. Though anti-trust has been in effect in a number of industries, it is somehow not as enforceable in the media industry. It can be a highly lucrative, at the same time, highly risky industry. Is it because we are short of people to take the bet or anything else?

I can only say, I don’t know, I don’t know how the mechanics work, but one thing we probably want to know is how we can put an end to it, or at least try!

In a caserole, add and mix with a wooden spoon, then.

1 egg, lightly beaten with a fork
3 (2) cups of milk, stir till the mixture becomes a thin soup

Place caserole on low heat, stir until mixture thickens and starts to boil.

After a short boil, transfer content to a bowl and let it cool. ( ) is for a smaller portion of recipe.

1/2 white onion, chopped fine

2 tbs Shanghai Yellow Curry

4 tbs vegetable oil on medium heat in a frying pan

Sautee chopped onion first in the frying pan, then put Shanghai Yellow Curry

Put in 2 tbs soy sauce and a pinch of sugar

Spoon out the sauteed onion with curry oil.

8 tbs vegetable oil on medium heat in a frying pan

Put the 1 lb chicken breast meat, chopped and coated, until the meat are fully cooked

Spoon in the onion with curry oil.

Stir fry till all mixed and flavored.

Spoon out all the contents, and serve warm.

Enjoy!

The only thing I am probably good at is working hard, and writing has been a relatively easy task for me. Somehow I still manage, manage to pull some stops in life. My essays got international recognitions, I got a top rated MBA, and somehow got into management.

Well, it is somehow sad to realize, after all these years of hard work, I am really not very good at politics. Instead of saying “not very good at,” I should have to just admit I don’t understand it. However, I seem to understand Drama, a lot better.

Can I really be a dramatist? I don’t know. I just know that I can write and learn to write, and learn to write better project by project.

Other than that, I seem to be doing a good job just by holding the ground. Am I good at anything? That is a question I don’t know how to answer right now. I retrieve myself into understanding that I can at least try my best to work with what I have.

In that sense, I am blessed by what I have.

Cheers, a good day, a fine day and a blessed day!

Ain’t no trophy wife, I am
A mind of many dimensions, rather;
A heart of compassion, close;
A hand mend labors, fortunate.

Ain’t no trophy wife, I am
Eyes express care;
Smiles give comfort;
Touches deliver warmth.

Ain’t no trophy wife, I am
Cooking fills the aroma of the kitchen;
Laundry cleanses clothes and socks;
Nursing holds a baby near.

Ain’t no trophy wife, I am
Rather, a sweetest mother clanged by her daughter;
Close, a beautiful wife adored by her husband;
Fortunate, a lovely child belonged to her Father.

Ain’t no trophy wife, I am
Proud to be me;
Lucky to be “Mrs.”;
Honored to be “Mom.”

Ain’t no trophy wife, I am
Freedom rides as wings.

However, no one can turn back the clock. We are the product of our history, our present and our future. The mistakes we made all made us human, though lest not to say let’s make all our crazy mistakes. Rather, we know we are weak, and we need help sometimes.

We always have.