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In certain stages of our life, we make hefty decisions such as picking the right profession, dumping a relationship, where you live, who do you marry, resigning a good job, having a child or not, and many others. Few of them are of my age’s concern. Yet, having been around for two decades, I have gone through similar experiences of my average age. As we mature, we learn to consider for externalities when we make a decision. One of these decisions that bother us is whether or not to pursue our dream or not.

Strange. Why would anyone not pursue after his own heart?

There are times when we work towards something seemingly hopeless, and sometimes ultimately doomed. At this time, your parents, friends and mate toss at you their disagreements with phrases such as “Stupid!” and the deadly “Be mature and realistic”, unless you succeeded. With such a supportive group and people whose total knowledge and lifespan exceeds that of you, and presumbly with good will, how could you go against them and not defy your heart?

The platitude is that you should never give up. However, we do not live in the pleasure of idealogy. Which then, the reality follows : If many of our loved ones warns us to withdraw, we best take heed. Gotcha! Now you have just gone against your heart. But what if you truly desires it from the roots of your heart? You will then regret over not having done it. Worse, you found out that you should have done it. You come back to the same decision a decade later, and realized you stagnated a decade. Now the guilt comes to haunt you. Not them. Yup. The guilt haunts YOU, not those who convinced you to go astray the path.

How long will the guilt haunt you? Depends, maybe not for life, but it is already painful if the guilt haunts you for half a decade. Now, if picking a profession is quite a difficult thing for non-mainstream choices such as being a software developer in Hong Kong, or be a Biochemist in Macau, or want to work as an author, or be frank and admit to your sexual orientation, and many others. You really have strong reasons to not follow your heart. But if they turn out to be your heart truest call, this can haunt you for ages.

The following is a boring story about me. When I made the decision to come to Shanghai, I effectively and consciously gave up a lot of things I concern in Hong Kong and Macau. It was not just the salary that was significantly different, but think about the guilt that you cannot look after your sick mother, or unable to participate in your friends event, as well as leaving your mate, and living alone sometimes questioning in despair, and much more. Even until this moment, I am still on my journey to pursue my dream – a desire that sprouted deep inside my heart – but it can end up in disaster or just wrong. Security, and computers, and it is just not the best place in Hong Kong, and I cruelly made a decision. Banks fire administrators and programmers only to leave their banks for hackers to take advantage. True, I can still get a life in Hong Kong, but it is just not the right place to start. Hong Kong is a large city. Unfortunately, it is not tailored for information security. Now I am in Shanghai, because I am after my heart’s calling, I do not cry at the Sunday nights prior to work. You might have heard work must be boring, but I discovered in my life otherwise it is quite worth anticipating. After one year, I discovered another team which I should have been in is actually much more fruitful in career development, and I am sure I am almost considered stupid and foolish to join a team that bears dimmer future, relatively. However, I know in some sense that getting promoted quicker in that team will just bring upon another detour of a year or two, and which will just bring me back to the security team I am in now – the starting position I was in a year ago. Note, I am not satisfied yet.

“Be mature” is a very severely abused term the people around us placed upon us to coerce us to do things they see unfit, much as critics phrasing “how unprofessional” to experts but without substantial and concrete evidence. The people around teach us to be “mature” to not be selfish and not “act just in your own best interests”. Yet, in some case, I believe we should be solely responsible for our own life. We cannot just live up to what others expect of us.

It is true that externalities must be considered, such as divorcing and hence neglecting your kids. At some stage, you will be tied with so much weight that you can no longer move freely. If you know that you cannot walk on your own legs six months later, what will you do? It is highly unlikely you will experience a miracle, but you might. However, for me, I assume no miracles, and I will walk as much as I want to before I cannot. I do not want to cry in my wheelchair moaning : I should have walked much more frantically before I cannot walk.

“If you suddenly found yourself living as an ape, you could accept the life of an ape and devote yourself to eating bananas all day and try to be a good ape, or you could attempt to become more than an ape and evolve into a human. Once you did that, all your ape goals and accomplishments would seem utterly meaningless compared to your new human capabilities.” If you feel wrong to be an ape, get a change.

If you believe you do not deserve crying in your laps, once in a while questioning whether or not you are doing the right thing, you should bear in mind you should follow what your heart desires. Did you wonder why you must live upon the judgement of the others, and feel so unhappy when the others do not approve of you, and thus making your day? If you want to get rid of such harsh feelings, get out of the path others have set for you.

Live a life after your own heart.

Man in Central – 創意大爆炸

Steven Pavlina – The Meaning of Life: How Shall We Live?

In Search of Dreams, Applied.

In New York ten months ago, there was this freeze mob that started everything. A freeze mob is an activity when a large number of people agree to stop for a few minutes at some predetermined time at a highly trafficked area, and then resume their activities as if nothing happened.

What a city is capable of!

That is why I love living in a modern city. Cities were described as a cold place where we know none of our neighbourhood, when everyone is tasked to mechanize and automate their rigid smiles, and not without the most evil intention. Yet, without over-amplifying the extremities, and at the expense of some properties of a small society, we gain in more elements of a growing metropolis. Go to the old place sometime later, and you discover something that surprisingly blend well into the city. Go to a square and look at that large show you chanced upon, and how interesting things are running so well. Go out and get to know different people, and you might find someone with your interests after your own heart.

There are opportunities too, and if you want to do a freeze mob in Macau, you can! In Hong Kong, you can! In Shanghai, you can! If you want to do a mass dance, you can!

If you find a city too bored, maybe you have missed something out there?

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On 22 Nov 2008, a freeze mob in Shanghai happened while I was in Macau.

On 27 Nov 2008, a freeze mob in Macau happened while I am in Shanghai now.

I missed both of them! Damn! I want to join as well.

A City’s Idea

“From Japan! From Japan!”, the salesman preaches.

Try randomly enter retail shops from the average commoners to the splurging ones, be it furniture or technology products, you will find a good number of them telling you it is made in elsewhere you know so you know its credibility, except China. That is all you need to know. The country name is enough to charm you into believing it is safe.

And “Made in China” means that you should avoid it, get away from it right now, and dump it right away!

As a Chinese, I can tell you it is kind of sad to hear that. Implicitly, even the locals know “Made in China” is a synonym of bad quality. The last time I was scouting for a house, I was preached repeatedly with tiles from Germany, taps from Sweden and air conditioners from Japan. I know some part of the house must be from China, but that certainly is not a point of interest, like affairs you would not want to mention of. “Made in China” has made itself a synonym of piracy and low-quality. Fabulous.

Why? Why such well known issues is unaddressed?

I am no good in this, but I guess corruption and culture. Corruption, well, we all know the government officials are good at getting cash, and cash hides a lot of things. Find a piece of newspaper and get the evidence, you should have no trouble picking a few. Culture, as my friend LP mentioned, why have not the CEO come out to apologize, instead of hiding and blaming other causes immediately without solid evidence? Because, Chinese culture, in chess terms, likes to trade a rook for a king, and, in idioms, “sacrifice the little for the grand”. That was rooted from the far old ancient history.

Sad but true. It will still be like that for a while. And, if you do not know, bonus for you, there are pirated pirate goods as well. Isn’t that incredible?

Made in China

話說有日同朋友極度肚餓,去「大娘水餃」叫咗幾碟雲飩,點知難食程度令人噴血,反應是將所有可以諗到嘅形容詞都用盡。原來都幾多,如下列十款:

「好唔掂喎!」
-唔OK咁解,即係唔到水準,但係叫做放得入口。

「咁難食既!」
-有時食啲豬仔骨、蔗、或者硬到石頭既車厘哥夫紐結糖,食得咁辛苦,好難食。如果一碟如雲飩咁易食既野,肯定係關味道事喇。

「食得好辛苦!」
-當你叫點咗野食,由肚變唔肚,唔想浪費金錢浪費食物,就唯有頂硬上,講返呢句差唔多。

「仲慘過食屎!」
-雖則好多人都無食過,又或者講者唔小心試過下(水箱太勁!),跟住發表如此嘔心既讚嘆。比屎更難吃,實在不容易!

「食到想死!」
-民以食為天,居然食野食到想死,呢餐大概都真係幾難食。

「點食呀?」
-咁唔好味既野,令在場人仕質疑有無唔係用口食既方法去呑食呢道菜,唔通唔係用口食既?

「人食架?」
-動物唔識烹調,世世代代獨孤一味,悶到死,所以人食到唔開胃既野,可以比動物食,雖然有時動物都會反胃…

「餿!」
-豬食既野,對普通人來講,係一堆垃圾一般嘅野,形容食物如此,即係垃圾甚至不如。

「食得架?」
-食物,當然係食得,反問一道食物「係可以吃的嗎」其實就是質疑呢道菜係唔食物之餘,暗喻係連動物都唔會想食。

「嘩!自己走返出來既?!」
-呢句係當食物達到太難食既程度,吐出口外時,老屈件食物自己唔願意入口既講法,相當過盞!

以上係當時同朋友諗到既形容詞,唔知大家對住難食既野,又會有咩反應呢?或者大家有咩好句都可以分享下!

Xanga is one of Lo’s intangible home in reality, where Lo’s past was carved deeply unto.

Lo will miss everything that was written there. Lo will miss the RSS updates and the footprints of his friends and all the histories that were written there.

Far away from yet another home.

Lo left his home, Macau.

Lo left his home, Hong Kong.

Lo left his home, Xanga.

But he needs not a place to define himself, because what matters are the people.

Remember to bookmark and update your RSS feed.

( By the way, the strange coding in the old Far Away From Home is a hexadecimal Fibonacci number sequence, if anyone cares. )

Far Away From Yet Another Home