Three Weeks of Fun After the Second Chemotherapy Session (Appendix: Dawn Sitting / Cold War)

2008/6/30 18:16:51

Discharged from hospital, currently sitting in the master bedroom of a CBD hotel apartment, mountains veiled by clouds outside the window. Already arranged for N people tonight to celebrate the start of the three-week break with a massive feast. Planning to spend this break healthily — a friend has already arranged a football match with more than half a squad of former Chinese women's national team players, and this ID has seriously signed up to participate. Similar activities are being tightly scheduled.

Today the market hit a new low, which is technically a good thing — at least the inclusion relationship from the past two weeks doesn't need fussing over anymore. Whether this week can become the lowest K-line of a true bottom fractal depends on whether the subsequent rally can hold above 2700. Since the roughly 2700-to-2900 hub oscillation pattern remains intact, from a short-term perspective, today's new low merely provides another entry opportunity on a base consolidation divergence. The key to successfully trading such short-term opportunities lies in the courage to buy and sell decisively — once the signal appears, you cannot hesitate. If you don't have that reaction speed, don't participate. The remaining options are probably two:

I. Sit on the bench;

II. Proactively buy into a dip — identify a stock whose fundamentals are absolutely undervalued, enter in batches, deliberately buy into the pullback, then use daily fluctuations to grind down your cost basis. This is the only correct approach for medium-to-long-term large capital.

No mood to write anything — appending today's two regulated verses below. This ID is off to seek pleasure. I hear there's a nightclub nearby reputed to be the most outrageous in the country — perfect for after-dinner entertainment.

No sleep tonight. Go on, disperse.

Dawn Sitting

Chán Zhōng Shuō Chán

The Polestar contemplates a great nation,

The Dipper has fallen, pacing alone.

Heaven and earth are but a cosmic egg,

Civilization, a length of duck intestine.

This concerns not yellow, black, or white —

One should consider the short, the medium, the long.

Tides rise on seas both east and west,

The Treasure Ships have long ceased to sail.

Cold War

Chán Zhōng Shuō Chán

In an instant, sunshine turns to gloom — a June sky,

A cold war rages by the lonely window through dawn and dusk feasts.

Dazzling illusions enough for a gluttonous feast,

A life seemingly continuing in fits and spasms.

A single leaf upon rivers and lakes still stretching ten thousand li,

A turtle-hair world, another donkey's year.

Entertaining the masses is the fashion of the new era —

A great nation's elites cook small fry.