Wednesday, 13 March 2019

The true horror stories in modern Paris part 107

Of course I have no intention to defend those Pack of Cowards who have been exploiting the weak, women and the rookies (foreigners are essentially rookies in the Japanese society compared to the native).  Should men from other nations wish to pick bones with the Japanese men, I’d say fair enough.  However, the means and manners can reflect on the bones pickers.

What I appreciate about the Westerners and the Chinese is that when they accuse or attack Japan, they do so as themselves.  For an instance, the Brits will criticize Japan as or in the name of the British.  The Chinese will attack Japan as the Chinese man openly.  This shows that they are confident men who do not need to snitch and solicit other manly men to the dirty jobs of undermining the Japanese.  I ended my last post mentioning this one Particular Group of men whose lifework is to slander Japan in hope to squeeze more money endlessly.  Like I said, I do not intend to judge quarrels between men, but the means this Particular Group of men have employed are so un-manly even from a woman’s point of view.  These men would often take a Japanese name, go to Japan or even overseas, and commit crimes or violate the rules and shift the blame on the Japanese.  I have even seen on You Tube a crazed man screaming ‘I’m Jappneeese!’ in the most atrocious pronunciation as they behave shamelessly in public.  We know exactly how the legitimate Romanians feel about their identity being abused by some non-Romanians.

Unfortunately the Westerners cannot tell apart different Asian races.  Frankly the westerners are not interested enough in Asia to want to know the background although some American scholars have done the research and have often voiced their sympathy for Japan.  Even the Chinese tourists who had been brainwashed with the frightful image of the Pack of Cowards’ in the military uniform are pleasantly surprised when they come in contact with the diligent Samurai group in Japan.  The number of their visits to Japan have been sky-rocketing.  However, these diligent Samurai men are not without shortcomings.  They are brought up with the idea that a man ought to speak less while women can chat on.  Thus the world may feel that the Japanese men have not offered enough words of apology on any matters.  This needs to be improved but I wish to point out that these diligent Samurai men have also kept quiet about the compensation payment or aid they have been giving to others too.  This trait has been repeatedly exploited by this Particular Group of men and sadly they are gaining upon us.

I cannot imagine what will become of us now that the Japanese government has finally lift the gate of immigration.  It is a wonderful concept but I cannot be so optimistic given the records of Europe and UK.  What I do know is that when things go wrong in Japan, and if those Pack of Cowards concede that some migrated men are too strong to tackle, they will turn on a single woman like me as usual.  I have always loved the Baroque history in France, but this may not be the only reason that I wish to stay in Paris despite her harsh reception.  Besides, most of the people who took an advantage of me were former immigrants, not the French.  The recent one was this European man who spent more than a decade in Japan.  He claimed to possess the good of the two worlds.  Actually he turned out to have the bad of the two worlds which gave me the glimpse of what might become of Japan.

To be continued.
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Sunday, 3 March 2019

The true horror stories in modern Paris part 106

I hesitated about the title as today’s content has little to do with Paris, but it still touches the horror of human nature, so I let it stand.

Every race has its unique values: for the French, beauty is their benchmark.  They are constantly saying ‘C’est joilie’ or ‘Ce n’est pas jolie.’ For the Americans, winning is everything.  The Chinese greets each other on the New Year’s Day by saying ‘Let’s make more money.’  In Japan, the unsexy value ‘working together diligently and industriously’ rules the nation.  However, this seemingly benign value can drive people to the edge over the time.

If you were born a gifted person who enjoy seeing yourself making difference in the world, you would be a King in Japan.  However, if you are mediocrely gifted, the same amount of effort will not bring the great result as the more gifted person.  People will not respect you, or worse may criticize you to have been slagging off.  Laziness is much detested as diligence is revered in Japan.  When you realize that he would never accomplish the same great result as the other gifted people no matter how hard you worked, you would either consume with hate towards mankind, or would turn to an easy way out.  Sucking up to the boss or superior, becoming his favorite or stool.  The boss will give you the credit for the work done by someone else.  You become a shadow boss in reality who can decide the fate of your colleagues.  Soon people learn that they have to go through you to be on the good side of the power.  You will hint the gifts or donation…bribes.

Similar things have happened in the places other than Japan, but it strikes harder in Japan where laziness is hated with vengeance.  Seeing someone getting away with more rewards for doing no work demoralizes the people deeply.  Seeing their hero framed and destroyed by the petty jealousy of a mediocre sycophant makes us doubt the virtue.  I myself turned away from the national soccer team of Japan after our national hero was wronged.  (For many years my loyalty was with the Socceroos, the Australian national team. ) Slowly our mind will be drawn into the dark side where the horror awaits.

The initial stage would be bottling up of the dark rage inside.  Then it would inevitably spill over and a man would start venting his frustration onto another weaker man in the social standing.  At the bottom of the scale, the man would turn to the foreigners and women…this is where it strikes home with me because in the eyes of the Japanese I am both of them.  

I was born in Japan, but raised in UK and Europe.  To the Japanese society I will forever be non-conformist, almost a foreigner.  Even a jerk said to my face that I was not a real Japanese, and yet he was working at Canon, a Japanese company selling products internationally.  The jerk loathed the fact that I, a woman, was a graduate of a university which was far more respected than where he had graduated.  His future in Canon was mediocre, thus he abused his position and cowardly deleted my employment insurance from the system as if I had never existed.  He had an accomplice, another coward man at the bottom of the hierarchy in the man’s world.  They consoled themselves by wronging women. 

Thus the world has been confused with the two extreme image of Japanese men: one is noble Samurai who upheld the moral code which includes the virtue of diligence.  The other is a pack of coward who would abuse the weak in the name of their superiors, while safely hiding behind the cover of organization.  The weak have included the foreigners and at a time, the war prisoners.  I was not there, but it must have been ugly because even my mother who was only a child during the World War 2, she remembered the military men behaving domineering towards the civilians in Japan.  My grandfather was too old to be sent to the front, thus was considered useless.  Those men who used to serve my grandfather became haughty.  If they could behave thus to their own people, how ruthless those cowards could have been to the prisoners of the war, I shudder to imagine.

Decades later, some nations have kindly recognized the efforts the better group of Japanese have made to compensate for the damages made by those coward packs.  Chinese people probably did not need the help of Japan to win their way back to their original status as the father of Asia, but it was the right thing for Japan to do, making the contribution through the ODA program for 40 years.  

However, there is one group of people who keep coming after the money and inventions created by our diligent elites.  I have encountered them in Paris as I did in Sydney.  As always they were busy sabotaging the Japanese at every chance they got.  To be continued.
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Tuesday, 19 February 2019

The true horror stories in modern Paris part 105

My update was delayed because life always gets in the way in Paris.  Not least was petty Mme. Landlord harassing me again.  Not directly, but through spreading slander about me.  She still cannot give up the idea of her, the self-addressed epitome of virtue and harmony, preaching me, an ignorant immigrant, a lesson.  It used to worry me until I realized that no one in Paris pays attention.  No one cares about me nor about Mme. Landlord despite her pathetic cry for attention.  So, let her do her worst.  It will only damage her blood pressure.

You might wonder why I stay in Paris despite its obviously cold acceptance.  You may say that many aspects of living in Japan is more advanced and precise.  Yes, but that alone does not constitute happiness.  I have met a couple of Japanese men in Paris that reminded me why I left there in the first place.  Despite the dodgy reception that I received the last four years in Paris, and another 15 years before that in Sydney, I never experience the real sense of defeat because it was natural that the natives would have the obvious advantage over me.  I always acknowledged the priority of the born citizens over me wherever I lived.

However, things turn personal when your own people discriminate you.  Even brutal when it happens in Paris.

To be continued.  I am sorry that today's post is shorter than usual.

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Friday, 8 February 2019

The true horror stories in modern Paris part 104

I was making a move back from Japan to Paris last week-end thus I could not update my blog.  Today I am going to make it up by writing a fairly long post.

As always the writer Christopher left a sage comment on my last post 103 that ‘compensation junkie’ would be stopped one day.  That is very likely on an individual level and the family level.  Even the company taken over by compensation junkies may be stopped albeit it will be more difficult.  However, when the plague spread nationwide…the history tells us it has happened a number of time, other nations will seize the opportunity to invade a self-weaken nation whose people have lost the will to endeavor.  Why would you want to be industrious when a bunch of social moochers are fed free while increasing your burden to support the system?  As a history buff, I read books and articles and found several traits that were common among those compensation junkies:

1)     They bend to the powerhouse like USA or the Great China.  However, to the less threatening people or nations, they become condescending and painfully discriminating.
2)     They would not fight their own battles.  They prefer to abet the powerhouse or whoever that would buy into their victim elaboration to do the dirty jobs.
3)     No respect for women.  Human trafficking by her own father was rife at a time in the history.  Far from fighting to protect their own women, they used women as their currency against the invaders.
4)     Very thin skin.  Over every trivial point their manly but fragile pride is wounded, followed by of course more compensation demands.
5)     In order to conceal the fact that they never took time to work on anything diligently they would claim that their inventions got stolen.
6)     Their own talent would die without ever being tapped in.  It is so much easier to rob the credits from others.

The last trait may be the saddest thing because the world will never know of some beautiful gifts the God has given to the mankind.  I may not be much gifted despite the kind encouragement by the author Chris who likes his book cover that I drew (He is a polite man) but, I wish to spend time on my drawing instead of pursuing Mr. Pride for compensation.  Also I have my mother to look after.  Focusing on her happiness is a much productive way to spend our limited time.  

And…there is Karma.

Nothing gives us more satisfaction than seeing the jerks get their upcommance, but it does not always come in the form of a visible punishment.  The other type of upcommance is ‘to miss out on a bigger profit’.  For instance, our Mr. Pride will get to keep his restaurant from Hell and will not be hit with my compensation claim.  Apart from all the reasons I gave you, the last reason is Mr. Pride's attitude.  His lawyer  insists that the noise test conducted by an huissier that I had to employ was rigged, reflecting his own attitude.  Mr. Pride and Mr. Honour have conspired with the authority to rig their reports.  The young man in charge delayed the noise test for many months until February, the quietest month for any restaurant, on a snowing night when there was no clients, thus no cooking.  I am actually more angry with this officer than Mr. Pride.  Anyway, it would have taken a long time if had I sued Mr. Pride for compensation.  I don't need it in my life.  I prefer to earn money back myself while economizing my expenses.

However, what Mr. Pride does not know is that I knew of a Japanese investment developer who was looking for a venue to set up a very famous restaurant that served the Imperial family in Japan.  If Mr. Pride had dreamt of owning a Michelin starred establishment, this would have been it.  Japanese chefs are darling of Michelin that Tokyo boasts far more Michelin restaurants than most other metropolitan cities in the world.    I also knew of a popular Japanese patisserie who wished to open a salon in Paris.  Even this lesser option would have been much more successful than the current restaurant from Hell.  Either of the two options would have brought ‘prestige’ to Mr. Pride.   Would I make any recommendations?

As one of the top reviewers of one famous food site, I respect chefs.  I give a good review to the restaurants where chefs are treated well because it would lead to a truly good food.  The infrastructure of Mr. Pride’s kitchen that is inconsiderate to their neighbors is not kind to the chefs who are forced to work in the kitchen from Hell either.   So Mr. Pride missed out on this golden opportunity and as the fate would have it, the developer has recently started building a super stylish venue to house this traditional Japanese institution that has stood the test of time for over hundred years in the quartier not so far from our restaurant from Hell.

I live above a Hell, but this is also the best seat to watch how this will all unfold.  Paris is intriguing indeed after all.  I nearly was killed off in an electricity accident staged by the restaurant from Hell, but the last few years in Paris has been the most intense period of my life.

To be continued.
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Wednesday, 30 January 2019

The true horror stories in modern Paris part 103

I am grateful for the encouragement I received that I may deserve compensation from Mr. Pride.  I too would agree that children and the adults whose ability to rebuild their lives was destroyed should be compensated.  However, I have also witnessed the curse of ‘compensation’ on several occasions.

One was this man I met through his grandmother in Sydney, Australia.  As he entered the door a certain heaviness spread into the room. He smiled repeatedly, but meaninglessly which put me on guard rather than feeling warmed by it.  He was frequently hanging around at his grandmother’s place during the daytime without a proper job.  He dressed youngish but on a closer look you would notice wrinkles on his face.  In short, something about him was not right.  His left arm was temporary immobile for he just came out from an accident.  ‘Of course, he needs to be compensated’, said his grandmother.  Peculiar thing was that it was his third accident which seemed to have happened recurrently.  Each time he was paid compensation which enabled him to buy a house despite he was merely a wanna-be-musician surviving on odd jobs, mostly delivery jobs on a bike.  You would think he would be deterred from a job that would expose him to traffic after so many road accidents.  But no, this man just smiled saying, ‘it’ll be all right.’  As I looked into his eyes which was neither innocent nor courageous I felt nauseated.

A year later this man had his fourth road accident, this time injuring his neck.  His grandmother was naturally shaken but as I heard the news I was remembering that this wanna-be-musician had just gotten his long awaited gig cancelled.  Considering his age, it would have been very hard to land another gig.  He was of course filing a lawsuit for a fat compensation.  I may have been wrong to assume that he had become a compensation-junkie, but it is safe to conclude that his music career suffered from his false sense of financial security provided by the compensation money which amounted to more than a person could have earned in a life time.  It deprived him of the sense of alertness that all great musicians have. Drop-dead aura thrives on a sharp mind.  Our Mr. Compensation may possibly have been gifted, but his sense was rendered dull by the choices he made in life.  His grandmother told me that during his first accident he incurred a minor injury, but the level of his damage stepped up with the accidents that followed.  The fourth one damaged his nerve system that he would suffer a certain condition for the rest of his life.  Mr. Compensation became eligible for a welfare payout as well.  There are always women who are drawn to the helplessness of a victim of the circumstances.  As you might guess it, our Mr. Compensation married a woman whose father had money.

You might say, ‘well, Mr. Compensation’s case is unique’, but sadly, the attitude of Mr. Compensation appears to be contagious because we often read of families that take advantage of the welfare.  The curse of compensation escalates to take on a company, then a community and then…

To be continued.

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