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Tag: travel

  • What does it mean to become literature writer?

    The sunlight was almost done at 7:16 pm, painting the stripe gold across to the black leather driving seats. The dust motes swirled in the beams, disturbed by the accelerated rubber wheel on the perturbed blacked road. Looking through out the car window, a stampede of crowd people waited at Chao Shan hot pot restaurant, waiting for the seats. I first felt skeptical of the restaurant quality, does not owned by the Chao Shan person. The owner used to study literature in RenMin University of China (Using the English direct translation is the people university of China). Old Hu stand at the foyer with the customer, ascertaining the restaurant operation, employees rushing the speed to serve the customers. There was an array of delicate cuisines freshly displaying in front of waiting customers such as fresh-cut beef, shrimp, scallop, squid, mussel, fish meat ball, beef meat ball, vegetables, and the others.

    Old Hu wore a grey T-shirt, a pair of faint blue shorts, and the sneakers. His brown dark hair mix with the faint silver white hair. His non-mainstream conventionally styles, showing the Truthful-ness, not to agree of being agreeable. My friend enthusiastically introduced me to Old Hu. I shook his hand; there was a quality of sincerity. Albeit I was an acquiescence, he had invited me to meet to private dining room having dinner with his employees. The restaurant had a full of people, each tables displayed pottery made bowel, cups, silver made spoon, silver made filter made spoon, black plastic made chopsticks, wooden round plate placing right in the middle of hot showing fresh beefs. The private dinning room called Lu Feng where my grandma lives. A place where my friend came from.

    During the dinning, Old Hu jokingly asked me which country is better China or the US. I directly replied this was not a question, cause this indicated the binary opposition of us and them. However, I said China has possibility to become a new global leader. He directly also disagree with me.

    China currently does not have the soil to cultivate humanity creators.

    What does mean to become literature writer?

    Becoming a disagreeable person not becoming agreeable.

  • 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 .