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  • 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.

  • New Goal for Running

    I decided to train myself to run marathon. I look at my fat belly; and I want to commit to loose the belly. Running is the solution. I want to get a good health, not wanting to get fat in the long term. I have seen lots of men with the fat belly walking on the street; I do not want to become this kind of person obtaining this shape of the body. Living in an over-consumed society, is a challenge. Because I sometime would unconsciously over eat foods, forgetting about the limitation. It is important to implant the working out model, disciplining myself to become a superman, focusing on the physical challenge. This will also assist me being able to focus on reading, writing, and business communication.

    I will start from simple and write a blog regarding on my workout, ascertaining the consistency is on progress.

  • 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.

  • It is better not to fall in love with your favorite writers

    It is dangerous to fall in love in the early age. There is a risk of fearing being belong to someone for forever; and this would restrict an individual freedom; he or she might have to relinquish his or her life goal. Of course, this also has to do with an individual whether he or she could manage a way to achieve his or her life goal while having settle down with a life partner.

    It is the same as being a life of artistry, embracing the concept of not totally belong. The idea of belonging is a sense of comfort, living with hegemonic culture to fit in the propaganda. This is comfortable, not challenging the cultural discourse, simply not to think too much. Even though I can feel there is a comfortableness wanting to belong, my brain still could not buy this kind of shit. This is because there are so many intellectual and cultural colors appearing on my not perceiving the one way of thinking. The psychologies would diagnose this as cultural homeless symptom.

    This is the same thing as some of readers or academics saying their favorite authors. It is an intellectual trap. Falling in love with an author’s works, is getting brainwashed by the propaganda. When you fall in love, you would invest lots of energy trying to defend the relationship that you have invested. The eagerness wanting to defend that value, indicating the emotional values, not with the straight logical reasons. It is great to see Fyodor Dostoevsky, Leo Tolstoy, Jane Austen, George Orwell, and the other famous writers. Yes, they have contributed the greatness for our human race.

    But, we should not continue to get haunted by the past term. It is important to steal their works like an artist. Then, looking forward to write something that comes from your singularity.

  • The remoteness and infinite thinkings

    Standing on the sand, I vividly thought about the past and dream. What would you like to dream tonight? This is a question that I would constantly doubt on my mind, in order to expand my imagination, imaging the things are missing. Am I a surreal writer? Maybe not, because I am not a person affiliated the concept of label. Label is unsophisticated, time would change everything therefore label could not maintain its consistency to define an individual singularity.

    Breathing the sea salt water, hearing the ocean sea wave, witnessing the people indolently walked on the sand, touching the scatter wind under the velvet blue sky, the sun was shining on my brown skin.

    I now have an idea for a new writing prompt that my mind has been preparing the plots. I need to use action to make things happen. Actions speak louder than words. I need to concern how to use writing to humanise the spirit of image, maybe providing more details that would make the scene to make more real.

    I also need to expand my imagination on reading different books.

    I have ordered a new literature written by a Malaysian author. I also know which book I should read next, Andrea Hirata’s The Rainbow Troops.

  • 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.

  • The decision

    I made a decision to relinquish a business project that I can potentially make lots of money. The business project is almost complete 75%; and the problem is that the project is not legal that I found out two weeks ago.

    I did not decide to give up the project instantly when I found out the business is illegal. I decided to make sure the client’s engineer is happy with the product design; and then I was arranging the right time to give up the project. It was a good decision; and that I have left a good legacy for the clients.

    There are a variety of reasons why I give up the project.

    1. The project top executive is not an honest man. He did not profess sincerity from his words. At the same time, it took my time to doubt about what his sentences really meant, to which is pain my ass. If the project does not have a honest person, that the project is not going for long; and the productivity is extremely low. I do not work for the people who I do not respect.
    2. The project is supply the product for the clients. However, the product does not met the local legal requirements. There are lots of employees do not aware the lawfulness. This would put lots of employees to potentially risk being arrested to which is not a good legal consequence.
    3. The company does not commit long term obligations. I spoke to one of the owners in the company. She did not respond back with attentive answers regarding on the future of company. I do not know what they really want for the future company position.

    4. Since the project is become a burden, then I have to focus on the project that would serve the long term purpose. I will work on something that will improve the better quality of outcomes.

    Albeit the rain was fallen, the sun was still there.

  • 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.