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  • Power and Determination

    Power and determination are not compatible together in the real world.

    As long as an individual has power then he or she could do whatever he or she wants. I disagree with this statement. Having power does not mean an individual can do whatever he or she wants. In the real world, we are living in the human society. Some people are naturally born to become a leader having lots of influences in the society because of networks. These networks are not built in an instant. It requires certain amount of the time to build up; in which it requires several decade and generational efforts to accumulate these foundations. Being able to connect with someone who is influential, is getting the influence on that person’s power. And this would require an individual to invest specific amount of the time to connect with the powerful people. The individual could not be truly autonomous. This is because he or she needs to become the version of the self being able to fit into the powerful people’s perfection as a means of being fit in.

    Being able to connect with the powerful people, or becoming the powerful person. There is a possibility, not requires competences. Being able to fit in the powerful community or the person’s vision, is the concept of being assimilate into the community. The powerful people has the right to define the standard culture.

    Therefore, desire being a powerful power, or getting to become powerful person to connect with the powerful individual. It is not equal to self-determination.

    Determination, is an individual could truly manifest oneself, without regarding what the others’ preconceived notion of the perfection. This is more likely to be the role of artist. Albeit this will enrich an individual intellectual freedom, this also is part of suffering cause the general public culture won’t appreciate. This act of deliberation could potentially challenge the standard culture, that would facilitate a new wave of innovation such as counter culture, awakening innate human soul, stretching the boundary of humanity.

  • Moai Made in Japan

    I saw Moai made in Japan yesterday. I thought the design of it pretty legit, even though the sculptures are not original. The copy right of these, authorized by the UN. Why Japaneses could make these? Maybe, Japan has cultivated the people to reach a good mannerism; and the habits. These characteristics are given the country having the right to build something that is desirable for the human race.

    I looked at these sculptures, giving me an impression of the right to build something. I could feel the spiritualism behind the art, to which is seductive. Under the velvet blue sky, I could smell the sea water hearing the sound wave. I had curry pork cutlet for lunch there; and it was delicious. The services were outstanding. It was not like China, that the tourist restaurants would try to rib off the consumers.

    I am planning to focus more on fiction writing, albeit I still do not what to write yet. I need to find a time to really considering the writing.

    Today, there is a business client reaching out to me, asking what I am going to next for the project; and whether my project would conflict his interest. I used to work with that client. He is a good person. I thought about how to maintain the relationship with the client. It is important to establish the people who I can work with long term.

    My feeling is telling me, if that clients did not do anything wrong with his business partner then he would not worry about the conflict interest. As long as that client has been doing the right thing treating his business partner fairly; and then he would have a good sleep; and would not overwhelmingly concern with competitors. Anyway, I will just continue to focus on the product that would indicate the good quality; and I only work with the people who I respect and honesty.

  • 2025, April 22,Dark skin or Brown, I do not know.

    April 22 ,2025, is a strange day for me. I could not feel energetic, not working on any projects, feeling that I was cheating on capitalism. I only got one business, applying international license. I could not sleep well in the super early morning. I went to bed at 3 am. I supposed to go to sleep at 12 am, but I invested too much time on tablet reading books and watching some PMV porn.

    I woke up at 10 am. My mind was dizzy. Nonetheless, I fetched up myself to the transportation centre.

    The gear of Hong Kong’s MTR gnaw time’s edges, waving a subterranean galaxy through neon-lit creases of the city– ding dong- next stop : Tai Wai station’s whispered breath, lingering warmth of cha chaan Teng milk tea cafe, and mid levels escalators humming with Cantonese love stories left unfinished in mid-air.

    I deliberately not to choose MTR transportation, but bus. The two levels British red bus, displaying iconic Cantonese advertise words that would attract my eyeballs could not resist, the height of bus could almost touch the top ceiling tunnel. The dedicate bus driver decorated with mask and sun glasses, showing the mysteriousness, unintentionally inspiring me to write other kind of sort harry potterish stories. Seeing the second floor, there were a variety of different individuals, their heats restored unique stories, waiting someone to discover.

    I then sat on the bus, absorbing outside view through the window, doubting whether time could be slower, planning what to write next in turn of fiction, thinking what to read next. The freshness of air condition’s cool air gently laid on my brown dark skin, while my glasses could not stop working that constantly deflecting the lights to depict on my eye balls, letting my brain to process information. Even though my brain felt sleepy, I was dreaming about something random. The reality displayed in front of me, was not seem real.

    Walking on the street the blazing sun burned on my body. I then realised “Summer is here.” My brown dark skin made me to be a different sort of person. I decided to eat Malaysian food for dinner.

    Someone told me, I looked like an South East Asian .

  • The Restart-up Writer

    I have decided to restart a new blog site, paying 60 Canadian dollar, launching the unknown website. It was Benjamin Franklin documentary movie has inspired me to become a writer again.

    I have been constantly pushing myself to read books; participate in business activities. Then, I gradually forget about writing. I therefore decide to pay 60 Canadian dollar as a means of reminding I need to write more in order to organize my thought clearly. And this, I can feel proud I use 60 Canadian dollar to buy cheeseburgeres.com

    I used to have a blog website. This was few years when I was a student in the postgraduate program in London. I had a lot of fun with it. Then, suddenly the blog writing activity has disappear in my life. Perhaps, I could not focus on writing due to covid and identity crisis. Needless to say, it is easier for an individual to have pretext not to bear a responsibility that he or she suppose to comprise in his or her life goal.

    What does it mean to become a restart-up writer?

    Becoming a restart-up writer is the same as to create another start up company from 0-1. Start up companies has more potential to fail. It is the same as immature writers could not maintain the consistency to write, then the spirit of writing gradually fade away from his or her life. At least, the disciplinary mind-set will still remember the concept of consistency, then an individual could become a restart-up writer.

    There are people might ask me what I would like to write?

    The laziest reply that I would say, I do not know. It is perfectly to be lazy. This is because the most difficult jobs should give the laziest people to do, that they could find the easiest way to achieve the project; that individual must have a sexy brain. Writing is an act of reflection, is impossible to use definite intellectual reason to force the ideas out. It needs to follow the flow of reflection as a means of impressing the white page, deflecting the sensational words, impressing the readers, letting them to decide whether they would give a fuck or not.

    Of course, the act of reading is the foundation of everything. Absorbing the mass sentences and the sound of words, constitute the wildest imagination. It feels like the first bite of Cheeseburger while listening Beethoven’s symphony.

    When I write every single English word, is the message, reminding me to first time I realise my first favor homework to which is English essay. Albeit it is suck to work in China lacking a differences, I will still make my way to the place where I can read and write all the time.

    The elder I get, the more I realise I need to write more.