No I am not talking about the government, although looking back at my past posts that seems like my favorite topic to blog about. But what I am referring to is my absence from blogging for the past 8 months. Since then, I landed in Hong Kong and living what I wrote and thought about the years before. So this evening I woke up from my nap at 12:10 AM. A bit dazed and had the urgency to write. I think blogging to me is like releasing that personal gas that's been stuck in you for so long. You held it in because of some distraction, some moment of self control, and during the entire time it continues to just swirl. Tonight I decided finally to release some "stink" that really just been building up. Like all things that build up, it spurts out in unorganized gush with very little indication for details but more in just to have the need to act out than any attention to finesse. So here is my haiku of thoughts over the past 8 months with no following of its poetic structure nor its poetic quality.
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Another year went by. The feeling of that age. That number is so much more real than ever before. The unlimited, becoming more so limited
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Hong Kong is the land that is so full of personality, yet so little in spirit. It is a concrete of souls that walks through life seeing things from the opening of a long bottle.
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The spirit of Hong Kong is materialism and egos. Land of people who just need a bit more hug from their mom or just need a major whack with a baseball bat. You have the locals, but more so you have the expat who really thinks that are from heaven.
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Nice to be in Asia because the stupid, the carelessness, the wild wild west of the east is why you feel a bit more alive. You have less people telling you what it should be. Back home you are governed by time, friends, family, and in certain way yourself. They subtle placement of limit to you by all those things determine who and what you are at certain time of our life. Ironically, it is your life.
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Obama, what can I say. My previous blog already said enough. Where are all those people that use to ridicule those people who are not pro-Obama. SF people please stand up and take a bow.
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Economy needs to be fixed. There is a solution, but very pain staking path for the US because we are jaded and we are less traveled.
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From my encounter with people from different races, background, economic status and religion, there are few people rich in life. In my opinion, despite the most travel people and those with the most amount of wealth are the most narrow in sight and in posses the wealth that I am expressing. They can have an excellent education from top school as a high income earner, but they are so blinded by their own self imposed righteousness that they cast themselves as the Bevis in this sitcom called life.
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I want to be rich because after you are a certain age you become a turd. You wonder and you pause. But making money is something easy to use as an excuse to tell yourself that you are keeping yourself busy. People will not judge you if you get good at it. I am not good at it, but I like the mirage of being in a plan and trying to execute. I have a question of how do people get to retire with no worries. What is the require monthly cash flow by not doing anything?
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With all the talk about my new found experience in Asia. My family seems to disappear into my memory chest. Christmas and birthday went by without them. I am sad by this, but I also realize that as a person I can only do so much and it is up to the other person to respond.
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It is difficult for me to explain how I see the world and the concept of "life" to someone. Internally I feel chaotic as well as peaceful. Psychologist would have much more to say about this. But I think life is just like the way a person takes in air. It is there. You have to take it in. You can control how much to take. The pace. The quality. The type. You can refine it. But as precious as that is, it is also free. So you take it in and you exhale.
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Okay I think the fart ended. Or just my old joints are tired of typing. Whatever the case is, I woke up middle of the night to start punching the keyboard and transfer my "gas" to cyberspace. Hmmm do anybody use the word cyberspace anymore????
