Pre-flight symptom

I tell you what, I can feel my adrenaline thrushing around myself. The day come finally -- having to spend 13 hours on a flight in a cramped seat makes me nervous X).

OK, be honest, what tinker me most is having to spend my days in an unfamiliar land, a totally new continent. I have read quite a number of article on the spot to visit, the way to travel around, what I am expected to see. But still, I feel in-secure and not well prepared. Also, it will be my first time to take a non-direct flight, I am just not sure what is going to happen.

Better head back to my job first...

The Coffee (aka the desired coffee shop)

Good coffe bean, destinctive espresso and smoothy milk froth, that's what make up a good cup of coffee.

The more I observe and the more I practise, I found that it is not as difficult as I thought in making up a good cup of coffee. So what makes mine special that people will dare to come and consume?

I have no confident.

I know it sounds like simple and I know there are tricks I have yet to learn. Indeed, is it really be so? I mean, everyone can possess the technique since that's not a trick that needs a rocket science degree.

OK, you wanna tell me the place counts and I agree totally. But as I told you last time that people come for the coffee and the shop itself contributes to a tiny part of it after all.

P.S. One thing I have missed is the people who serve in the shop, not only the barista but everyone inside, that's not simply a phrase of greeting but the attitude, everything counts.

When solemn is not enough

"Rolling Requiem", the least we can do for remembrance of the dead in the terrorist attack.

But in a self claimed flourish city like Hong Kong, I can see nothing to be done for the dead.

Me, as a citizen with heart and flesh, all I can do is to join the "Rolling Requiem", broadcasting the Mozart Requiem through my stereo...

May the dead be rest.. and you all will be remembered.

If there is god in the world..

If there is god in this world, I don't mean the god but a more generally speaking term, no matter which religion you believe in, either the Budda, Jesus Christ or any other believer you pray to.

He will not want to see his son to suffer, killing each other for no reason, everyone will be treated the same, no matter the color, the language, the appearance, rich or poor.

All of us are the same in his eyes.

This is us, who demand our faithfully trust to the god we believe in, make up the difference -- discrimination, unfair justice, and believe oneself is superior to the rest.

Selfishness, greed and admiration of power fooled their mind, turning their back against the lord.

Should their be god -- no matter who he is, please bring us strength and courage to take back the edin we once have... no matter the cost it is.

When home no longer the shelter

Home sweet Home.

Yes, it was and I surely think it will but not for the moment.

It is horrible in having such a thought -- hanging on to anywhere for as long as I could instead of heading home. Problems everywhere, big and small, simple and complicate. I love my parents, sure thing, no question is needed but I am exhausted in the mean time.

In the day time, I am spending all my effort to deal with no matter what if I like, settling those I could or couldn't and when I am home, there are something more awaiting for me.. so how dare do U think I would like to head home straight?

I know it is a stupid thought, since no matter what, I have to deal with it, just like what I did in the day time and I KNOW it heartily that I should find a way to ease my pain rather than escaping it till the last moment.

Call me selfish if you dare, I won't speak against a word but I am tired.. maybe I am simply someone who can't tolerate with challenges or the up and down and prefer giving up rather than getting through it.

And yet, the me deep inside reminded myself that I am someone responsible, I am someone capable and what I now am lacking is the strength and courage, rest and the peace. It is now the time for me to look for the proper way in shaping up myself, learn to let loose, learn to gain confidence and strengthen my love to the people around.

I have a war to fight

Life sucks.

Throughout our lives, we are walking through a tunnel, wide and big, small and narrow, depends on your fate and the decision you have made.

In my days beforehand, I used to be upset and keep on thinking what leads to the outcome, why I am always in bad luck? Is it my attitude or is it just my fate? I feel nervous, boring, helpless, scary and try to enclose myself in one piece, to seek for the peace and warm.

I keep on shaking.

Did I see the twilight or is it just the torch left by someone ahead?

I am desparate.... impatience.... become motionless and giving all up and cry.

But it doesn't help shit.. looking around on all the wounds I have made, I start to realize there is nothing I should feel sad about, it is just the arrangement, what gives? I will just have all of myself being withdrawn but SO WHAT?! You cannot beat me, I am just a piece of flesh, no matter what, I will get into the graveyard, you can take everything away but not my simple piece of mind! I can shoot sky rocket with all my imagination and you don't know shit about it! HA!

Brush up myself, really, the tunnel is narrow and dark but I am not scary anymore, even if I cannot find the exit.

I WILL BLOW ONE UP FOR MYSELF!

No, not only for myself, but for everyone around me, my beloved family, my angel and everyone I care.

The whinning should be over

I hope it all doesn't comes up to be too late, yes, nothing should be too late. It is scary to note that how much I might have forgotten or simply ignored in the previous month or so. After I keep complaining how sucks my life currently is.

My concentration towards my beloved, my family and all the thing I treasured dropped a lot. I accused my self-centred behaviour to the overwhelming of job, or uncertainty about my career. It simply sounds too logical to me, I got slapped in the job, and I can pay a smaller attention to the rest of everything, expecting to be understood and awaiting the "day" to come.

This is not true. The day will never come because it is already there.

It is so interesting to me that, I came across the piece of blog my best buddy has prepared a year ago, about our awaiting of something before we can make ourselves happy. This is what I am now. I hope the chaos will be over and I can be myself once again.

No. I shouldn't wait for it but resolve it all by myself now. It is totally my fault if I leave out everything to dust by waiting what I believe I deserve. Time won't wait for anyone, obstacle will be along no matter where I go. So, why bother waiting for a miracle to happen but not making it by myself?

With all my desire that stated before, I now can find my fuel to keep my engine rolling. And to everyone, especially my angel, I am sorry for being so selfish recently.. I just don't aware that cuts have already been made and please, let me be the bandage, to soothe the pain I have made.

Hollow vs Emptiness

I think I have talked about the feeling of emptied out a lot of time before, just that I finally find the word.

When I grow up, I found that I learnt less, the problem is 2 fold, life become repetitve, doing the same thing, facing the same problem without a solution that could be found for each time, bored by the same old thing, going to the same restaurant. And the capabitily to receive new idea drops. No excitement, no refreshment.

I used to believe I am just being dragged away by my job, head being emptied and looking for the day to refill what has lost.

This is not true.

For years, I am still uncertain about where the balance point between life and career is. I am still persuading myself I am capable, trying to regain some of my confidence. Not until now, I found that I am not simply emptied out but have both end of myself being drilled away like a "hollow trunk".

So, no matter how much effort I have put to "repair" the situation, it is sort of like pouring water into the drainage - you can never fill this up.

Just if I can find the old lid.

Over drain

Another month has just passwd away but yet, I still cannot see the twilight.

Hang on there, it's going to be ended soon, I was told. Finish it up and pay respect to yourself, I always heard.

Really? I start to wonder. I hate to listen to all these, when you are not the one who suffer. Do you know how painful it is when you are going to bed, knowing that at the time when you open your eyes, you have to face the shit for another day. Do you know how bad it feels when you have lost the appetize to eat and want spill out everything you tried to grab into your mouth? Do you know how helpless one is, when you have lost every single piece of momentum in doing anything you are interested in before?

Dream shattered, once again, I can see them glittering now but I am too tired to pick them all up.

Be respect to yourself, be proactive, to show to the others that you are capable. Come on, I can't stand on this kind of shit. By settling the shit leave out by others means respecting myself? Why should I dare to? I am selfish, yes, I am, but how come one can ask me to finish this shit while letting me feeling so bad everyday? Why don't you say they are selfish? Does it really mean so if I can finish those crap but having my dignity being stepped over and over again?

I have had enough, I am sure. All I need is an escape plan, I swear to myself.

Ronnie in the fridge!

Those who know me well know that I hate cold weather, I just don't like chilling and trembling and need to wear loads and loads of clothes to keep myself warm. It makes me feel being tied up with both hands.

And guess what, I am now working in a freezer! Damn it, man! The noisy air-conditioner is blowing like crazy behind me! The lucky thing is, I can prove the wind blocker is doing it's job nicely. HA! I only felt cold at the area that wasn't covered by this little thingy.

You may wonder why what the hell I am doing here, well, in short, I am taking care of those hot-hatred creature - computer - in the server room. Err, server room is really an under-rated adjective. I am in a room as big as Tsim Sha Tsui Fat Angelo's but with pile and pile of cabinet with each carrying numbers of computer inside, you can guess how big it would be.

Well, I am asked to stay till 12 in the afternoon and there is still about an hour before I can leave. But honestly speaking, I have nothing to be done here.. damn it. That's why I would take the time in writting up this blogger. HA!

Re-discovered Dream

First time in the 2 years, the desire in finishing things of big & small has finally come back.

I am delighted.

As what I have told you, the pieces and pieces of shattered dream seems binding up by themselves once and again. I have so much that wanna be done, big and small, and I will mark them all down before it has all gone.

The curlprit of all these is the break I can have yesterday, no, I don't mean a day off but the way how I work - and enjoy, now and after. Control is what I meant, I don't need to be bothered with senseless suggestion. Schedule belongs to myself, no one can re-arrange them in the way they like.

2 years, I used to work day and night, all by myself, on the thing I treasure, I believe, trust and sweared to be valuable by my own standard. No report, no updating is needed for anyone else but myself. I have whole confidence on what I can deliver.

I feel empowered.

The indication is straight and simple, I need to work with trust, with total control.

Before I get snapped right in the face again, I will put down all my own thoughts, like a dying corpse who spilled out every single word before his last breath.

Apple product... and more.

I am dedicating this article to my iBook, who has just celebrated his first "birthday" on 2 June. Buddy, I know it is kind of late ;)

Power book 1400cs, iBook Dual-USB 2001, iPod, PowerMac Quicksilver.

I own all of them and has been using it happily in this five years. They are elegant, charming and bring my joy by using it. From the hardware design - they have eye catching appearance and rock solid performance, to the software platform - OS X is the best OS I have ever used, the interface has a touch of human thought and providing what we need in archiving our day-to-day usage without sacrifiing a bit of stability. I have whole confident in seeing it to grow to an even better operation system in the coming years.

The digital hub's line of product is so simple to use but yet powerful enough for the general public to DO what they want - sharing photos, making their own video or music collection, without the need of a rocket science degree.

Handspring, is (or .. err.. was) the company I have put my heart into it. Springboard module, is a brilliant design, you get a plain vanilla pda but with the option to extend to anything else you desire by plugging in the module. So, I don't need to pay hefty amount of money for whatever features I might not need but consider "useful" for Joe the user. The sad thing is, it is consider dated and is dumped by the company. Yet, in the previous year or two, I can enjoy taking picture at unbelivable moment, such as the morning after slaving through the whole night.

Both company shares a similar role in the market - they are NOT the major player. This is really strange.. considering the usefullness of the product itself versus the acceptance from the general public. Seems that people are more aware of the branding, trend of the norm and consider less about the quality of the product. People would always want to float on the top of the product trend -- using the "fastest" machine (well, in terms of numbers but not performance) or the latest machine with the longest list of features (while 80% are not being used).

It is sort of alone among my friends, in being a user of Apple and Handspring's product, since friends around are all using something else, but I am a proud and happy user indeed. And yet, I am aware that I am not the only one who believe in their thoughts and I can find strong coherence among users who are using these products.

Swinging in the rain

It rains like hell today.

And I hate raining, for most of the time, but I like listening to the sa-la sa-la sound when the rain drops hit the soil.

I use another tactic today, make myself swing, swing it till I broke down, shedding off every piece of burden off my dreaded and soaked body. And Mr. Morgan is surely a heat trumpter.

Besides, this starts off another 10 years of journey I will be going with Annis.. happy anniversary my darling.

Rush it up

In the old days, well, what I meant is the 30s till early 60s. People will spend time to make their own thing, finish what they need with their hands. Cook their meal without using any "instant" substitute, crafting the furniture, decorating the home, as long as they know how, they will do it themselves.

Society now grows to a different magnitude, in terms of economy. Products of any kind could now be found around us and which most, or all of them, will state in their promotion items that, by using their product, you can save lots of time and enhance the efficiency in finishing the task.

Don't you feel it is pathetic?

Everything seems to be needed in finishing in a second. And what shocked me most is, we don't see what we are hurrying for! Yeah, we always get told we don't have sufficient time to rest, to explore our interests or simply to enjoy our life. But do you feel you are more relaxing by using all those substitutes? Do you find you now have more time than before and can do whatever you wanna? I don't really belive in so!

Yeah, we can finish our task more efficiently, granted, just that we are now doing several thing at a time, rather than finishing it one by one. My point is -- is it necessary?

I am just feeling horrible in seeing everyone around is investing so much of our effort in our day-to-day job, without taking the time to think like a human. To consider thoughts besides money. Mankind is now being treated as consumable product, everyone can be tagged with a price.

The normal and the retard

The TV show is talking about a mister who has been trapped inside a cage for 30 years and now being taken care by a social welfare organisation.

He is defined as "The retarded" and people will show their sincere regards but I wonder if we really understand him.

I mean, from his eye, we are the abnormal, slaving like hell and whinning all day without having the happiness or satisfaction that he always has.

Buffer overflow

I think I am exhausted. But I wonder why.

I mean, I have just taken a break 2 months ago, and yet, I feel exhausted, dried out, flattened, anything U name it.

Day by day, I am repeating myself in fulfilling whatever tasks that was handed over to me, no complain, no unwillingness but just accomplishing on what it should be.

Something need to be changed - because I feel that my antenna is gone.

Maybe it is not that bad, just that I am not capable in perceiving whatever happened around me. I have to look twice closer before I am aware on "Oh that".

Another reason why this happen is, I am growing up. I mean, I am approaching another crossroad and decision has to be made. This is a no way back, nothing can be undo decision.

It is crucial, since I will be following on whatever it is for the rest of my life.. just like the last time happened 10 years ago. Don't get me wrong, I am not worried since I have determined the core of the core. Just that I need some refinement.

Time to grab myself up and hang on till the next stop.

An explainable world

The longer I am living in this society, the more we are suffering from the down turn in the economy and the more I see how people are living in such.

The more I feel disgusting when un-fair, out of expectation happenings are showing up when I can see the obvious solution is just around the corner where everyone is just ignoring it.

It is my problem. Since I am expecting every act we perform are explainable, what I mean is with a constructive reason behind. No consipracy theory, everyone is fairly treated.

The sad thing is. This just won't happen.

Treasure box

The passage I am going to write has been lying around for quite sometime.. I am still looking for a way to post it out in its original format... anyhow, here we go.

The story begins like that.

Since you give birth to Earth, you come with a "treaure box", but no one, except yourself can see it. It is empty, hollow. But since then, you start putting in things you treasure into it.

You start out to be happy, very happy I would say. When the first "item" goes into your treaure box -- no matter what it is -- but you will remember for the rest of your life.

Indeed, your happiness varies as time goes by, as the treasure box begins to fill up with items. It goes up to an extent that you start to forget about thing. Yet, you keep on hunting for your treasure, wishing to recapture the happiness you once own in your childhood. You thought the more you possess, the closer you could get reach to.

And you get so much that your treasure box is running out of space and you are in panic as what is happening is just the other way round -- you feel the emptiness, surrounding all around you. You try to get around it by grabbing even more, no matter what it is, wishing to fill in what you think you are lacking of.

Until one day, you realize you CAN take the thing out of your treasure box, giving it to someone who need it.

Your once jam packed treasure box starts emptying, getting back to what it once was. You keep hunting for your treasure but in turn, you share it with someone else and you feel rejuvenile -- everything looks new and exciting, in the way you see thing when you are younger.

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Standard

"The best italian restaurant in Town!"

"One of the best performance on Elgar cello concerto!"

"A piece of junk, the actor simply do not understand how to act."

No matter what you are reading or listening to, you will always come across statement similar to those above. Critics - the people who are writing the message - either be a so called professional in the specified field of interest or simply an amateur to what he/she write.

But the problem is, no matter how well they know about the field of interest, they are just expressing their own judgement. True, there might be general favourites, indeed, does it really make sense if everyone is following in the same course? Tchaikovsky symphony number 6 is entitled as "Patheique" but is it really necessary to play slowly? I mean, there are no single standard on how "slow" a performance should be when we classfied it as a "good" performance or authentic performance.

The hunt for quality is absolutely respectable but when we are challenging the others against "The Standard", we are risking ourselves in pursuing our own thought to the others. In turns, we are simply bringing up argument rather than anything fruitful.

Feels like home again

7 days more, same day next week, I should now be flying over the South China Sea, approaching the place that I have been going over for numerous times in these 2 years - Taiwan.

Even though this is already the third time I go there, somehow, I am more anticipated than ever. The more I know about it, the more I am confident that I can relieve myself. Moreover, I know that there are things waiting for me over there, bookstore, coffee house, food, music, the cultrual and arts.

And the most important thing among all is, I got friends. Human connection, I am no longer alone on this piece of land - as long as I wish to.

Life saver

I am someone who is lucky.

And it happens not only for one time but a number of times..

At times, without any sign or notice, the feeling of being isolated sneak in from nowhere.. it is not scary or painful. You just feel being transmitted to another universe or kept inside a tightly sealed lead house or living somewhere beneath the sea..

Everything is vivid, everything is so detached. I cannot tell what is real in the reality. I feel disconnected, like a sub moving along the sea floor and the sonar did not receive a ping. The sub has no destination, it is just moving silently, places to places.

It also feels like walking in a big grain field, endless. A sunny day without a breeze, shadow casting off the canopy of trees, those trees have been grown for ages as the tips can almost reach the ceiling of the sky. But then, no one is around, not even a single tiny creature, you are all by yourself. It is so quiet that you wonder if sound exists. You try to speak out but it just sounds like a squeak.

The "turn key".

It always shows up when I feel desperate - the connection - I am cherished by my friends around, places that I like to hang on with and I was like someone who got invited to a big party.. I can feel the linkage again, I got the VISA to this universe.

Thank you, I treasure a lot on all those "Life Saver", you just don't know how important you all are in that particular moment in my life.

If I am insane

Boom... flash back.

IF I am insane, I will believe in a world having 2 universe. You are here and I am there, no one will come and I will not get over.

IF I am insane, everything will seems to be real, the sound is real, the universe is real, the music is real, my circumstances is real and every single thing is so obvious that it must be happening that way, following its own course, no matter what and no matter how.

IF I am insane, I will feel powerless, I will feel this is the end of the world, everything collapse.

IF I am insane, I will always try to get connected, to send out ping signal, to press the seek button till I find a channel.

IF.. luckily they are just if... since I can't imagine what if it all comes true..

The continuum

I think I am out of excuses from not posting new blog regularly... when so many tools are available to make posting blog even more easier..

Currently, I am trying the Radio Userland and the Bloggar. Have yet to decide which one to stick to, maybe I will use both.. since Bloggar didn't have a Mac client.