I am now enjoying watching the Olympic Game from my lovely big screen TV at home. I have been sicked for days, nearly a week. I was supposed joining Connie this Saturday afternoon, doing some shopping with her together, but I decided staying at home.
I love watching the Olympic Game show for time killing. Seeing people jumping and running around is kind of fun. I remembered the last time I really spent time on it was the year 2000. I was still studying in the Rochester. That time I had my 24" CRT TV with VCR built-in right next to my Green and White Apple PowerMac G3 computer. I did my printing research work (along with playing the Diablo II by Blizzard Entertainment) on one side, and watching the game just by turning my head 90 degree to the right. I did have my good old times.
This afternoon, I watched the female basketball game. It was China VS Spain. I didn't pay much attention to it until I recognized one funny thing. The Chinese team's wearings are being sponsored by the Nike (US Company), and the Spanish team's wearing are being sponsored by the Li Ling (China Company, Li Ling was an athletic during the 1980's. He rocked the Olympic when he was first shown up in the 1984.) Li Ling retired after the game in 1992. Afterwards, he opened his own bland in the sport business, which is being considered to be a one of the top Chinese bland within the whole China. Of course, it would never make its way to the US, UK, nor the HK (As if the old Chinese slang, "I look dead at it").
China headed towards the American bland. I guess . . . its because they have been approached with tons of money being involved. Moreover, they want to state that China isn't anything within the second and the third world levels by applying the first world bland. So, who's gonna use the Chinese products (third world products)? There will be markets - the second and the third world, let them be! Chinese will NOT use any bland from the second and the third world countries. We (the Chinese) have our own pride!
Friday, August 8, 2008
The Older It Takes, The Better It Is . . .
I wasn't a fan of video game when I was in my high school and college period. Since my first NES (red white machine), I have only spent time doing the Final Fantasy VII. It was a great game. It's a RPG game, I love it as I didn't have to do it in a quick manner. In 1998, there was another great game rocked the world, Metal Gear Solid, but I didn't played it, as it's a new start up story, which doesn't has any history like the Final Fantasy, which has six histories before.
Since I had my PS3, I played more now than I was young. I tended not to go for the Metal Gear Solid series, but I bought myself a copy of the latest version, Metal Gear Solid 4. What can I say? After ten years of development, its storyline and its action rocked me. I would say that it's the best game I have ever played.
It's not like anything that has to rush through in a quick time, killing people without purpose, or doing stupid things without thinking. It's . . . a movie form: 1/4 time playing, and the rest is just sitting still watching the CG movie . . . it's a whole new culture.
Culture is the best word to describe these perfect games. A game would only turn into a classic, if it were good only. A class game won't last long enough to face the challenge of time and change. A successful game always turn into a culture under the treatment of time, which mostly take more than ten or twenty years. I love playing these perfect games such as the Final Fantasy, the Grand Therf Auto, Musou, and now . . . the Metal Gear Solid.
Since I had my PS3, I played more now than I was young. I tended not to go for the Metal Gear Solid series, but I bought myself a copy of the latest version, Metal Gear Solid 4. What can I say? After ten years of development, its storyline and its action rocked me. I would say that it's the best game I have ever played.
It's not like anything that has to rush through in a quick time, killing people without purpose, or doing stupid things without thinking. It's . . . a movie form: 1/4 time playing, and the rest is just sitting still watching the CG movie . . . it's a whole new culture.
Culture is the best word to describe these perfect games. A game would only turn into a classic, if it were good only. A class game won't last long enough to face the challenge of time and change. A successful game always turn into a culture under the treatment of time, which mostly take more than ten or twenty years. I love playing these perfect games such as the Final Fantasy, the Grand Therf Auto, Musou, and now . . . the Metal Gear Solid.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Yesterday, I found my Peach Blossom Garden . . .
Crossed the sea and the land, miles and miles of footage,I kept searching for the Peach Blossom Garden.
I cared less for the talks and cold thoughts surrounding me.
Here I was searching for it.
Along a deep dark rotten passage that stunk like Detol,
I crossed along with my eyes wide shut.
Empty hands with a reckless mind,
Here I was . . . should I go or should I stand?
Crossing the gate with my face mask on,
Who would know what's going on . . .
My heart beat like tick-tat-tick,
Leaving is one of the common tricks, but I didn't pick.
Entered into a whole new world,
Brightness and calmness broke my anxiousness.
Taking an air breath of refreshness,
Here I was, the Peach Blossom Garden.
Bottom heart happiness and peacefulness were what I've found.
The atmosphere was made up of open minded speeches and thoughts.
Welcomed, respected, and accepted combined my good quality time,
This was what I was looking for . . . for my life time.
A young joyful sweetie came up to me.
Asked my name, and what I wanna be.
Being myself is what I am, and she agreed.
Shook her hand, Greenfield, what a name!
Leaving was not what I want, but it's a MUST.
Turning away made my heart more wanna stay.
Heading back to where my journal began.
My Peach Blossom Garden . . . is further and further away
Monday, July 28, 2008
Article 3 Under My Mood Shifted
No one likes what I like in Hong Kong.
I love being alone. I don't enjoy too much spending time on others. I am strange according to the Hong Kong people. I have a strange mind. The Hong Kong people around me kept saying that I am abnormal.
I am not insane. I just don't act like one of the Hong Kong usual. I don't follow trends. I have my own way upon all stuffs. I have my own thinking. I don't think Soft-Hard is cool. I don't enjoy the fantasized Hong Kong style love story. Things don't have to be in such a Hong Kong way. I don't believe that I am wrong to be such an outcast!
I am stressed. Of course I am! I am stressed for taking bus, MTR, and mini-bus rides to anywhere. I miss my old driving days. Commuting comfortably within my own personal tiny space surrounding with the nice customized Hi-Fi system . . . Hum~~~ Driving is such a pleasure.
I am stressed to be surrounded by lots of self-centered Hong Kong people, and trying to convert my thinking into one of them! If I rejected to be changed, then I am wrong according to the rules of Hong Kong! What the hell is going on? Is it 1984? Oh sorry, I am abnormal and wrong again, as most of the Hong Kong people don't know what 1984 is! They just know what's 1874 (A pop song from Eason Chan)!
Individualism is what's lacking. I feel that I am just like an ant routinely working my daily schedule. I gotta work something out. The surrounding won't even let you stop and rest for the weekends. You gotta think of something to do for the weekend, if you are living in Hong Kong. Get your ass business, don't stop! No one in the city knows what means by having a cup of Arabica coffee and/or a glass of Cognac in a nice sunny afternoon.
Tired, I am really tired.
The Hong Kong LIving Condition
I made my mind up. If I couldn't start my Doctor Degree within the next two years, then I am gonna forget Hong Kong forever! I WILL pack my stuffs and heading back to New York. I can let go everything for making myself feeling much easier.
Am I really hating Hong Kong, NO, I am not, if I were living on the Hong Kong Island side. The Kowloon side and the beyond . . . I don't have really good feeling, but they're just good for a day trip on my own car driving. Especially, driving around the poor areas seeing how people are suffering from the f__ked up heat.
The Hong Kong side was where I have my memories. I grew up there, I hate the Kowloon side and beyond. For the Hong Kong side, I like it a little bit better.
Am I really hating Hong Kong, NO, I am not, if I were living on the Hong Kong Island side. The Kowloon side and the beyond . . . I don't have really good feeling, but they're just good for a day trip on my own car driving. Especially, driving around the poor areas seeing how people are suffering from the f__ked up heat.
The Hong Kong side was where I have my memories. I grew up there, I hate the Kowloon side and beyond. For the Hong Kong side, I like it a little bit better.
The Kong Kong Living Condition Map
The Last Man Standing!
I had a dinner with one of my old friends last night. I knew him since I was in primary 2. So . . . it must be for over 20 years. Seeing him didn't make me feel anything like warmth or really close. On the other hand, I always feel that we are apart further and further away from each other everything I hang out with him.
Honestly, I don't have many friends now. You may say that I am depressed or always being an ass, but I just don't feel like hanging out with most of my old Hong Kong friends. I don't know whether it's Hong Kong or my problem, but most of the people (male) are very comparatively money minded. Once they have tiny bit of extra to spend, most of the men would go hunting for nice asses. The broke would go to the MongKok bars, and the rich would go to the 30th floor (CoCo's Workshop, for those who read the Hong Kong newspaper will understand what I am talking about).
For the whole dinner, he just talked around who's in deep shit and who's f__ked up. He had never mentioned anyone doing better than he is. To him, marriage is for the losers. I deeply believe that he will get marry soon or later, but he is trying to be the last one. A kind of pride to him that I could never understand. Maybe this is what they called, The Last Man Standing!
Honestly, I don't have many friends now. You may say that I am depressed or always being an ass, but I just don't feel like hanging out with most of my old Hong Kong friends. I don't know whether it's Hong Kong or my problem, but most of the people (male) are very comparatively money minded. Once they have tiny bit of extra to spend, most of the men would go hunting for nice asses. The broke would go to the MongKok bars, and the rich would go to the 30th floor (CoCo's Workshop, for those who read the Hong Kong newspaper will understand what I am talking about).
For the whole dinner, he just talked around who's in deep shit and who's f__ked up. He had never mentioned anyone doing better than he is. To him, marriage is for the losers. I deeply believe that he will get marry soon or later, but he is trying to be the last one. A kind of pride to him that I could never understand. Maybe this is what they called, The Last Man Standing!
Sunday, July 27, 2008
As A Man . . . That's It!
If I hit the Lotto, I would break the money into four parts. Half of the money would go to my parents' accounts. I don't care for how they are gonna spend them, but just don't ask me for more no more. A quarter of it would go to Connie's hand. Same as before, I don't care for how she gonna use them. Just don't bother me for more. The left over would be mine . . .
First of all, I would buy two apartments one in Hong Kong and the other one might be in either ShangHai or New York. To me, New York is a better place, as the price is falling. Afterwards, I should be broke! So, I think I gotta change my plan of attack. Hum . . . I think I should only buy one apartment which cost half of what I have in hand. I don't need no fancy car, but just a decent one – Mercedes Benz C class or the SLK is fine. Lexus isn't a bad idea! Oh yeah, fancy car to me means . . . the SL500 and above. I would spend tons of money on all kinds of insurance and at least two college funds.
What's left over should not be much . . . so . . . might be half of the little left over would end up in some kind of long term investment such as land buying and/or long term funds. All of the left over along with my usual monthly salary would be saved in mine slavery account – my other half's hand. Cash in hand? NO, I don't need much. I would just ask for it . . . kind of like in the "eating soft rice" way, whenever I need it.
A man without planning . . . that's it. What you need is like me, finding a CPA as you other half. Then . . . that's it.
First of all, I would buy two apartments one in Hong Kong and the other one might be in either ShangHai or New York. To me, New York is a better place, as the price is falling. Afterwards, I should be broke! So, I think I gotta change my plan of attack. Hum . . . I think I should only buy one apartment which cost half of what I have in hand. I don't need no fancy car, but just a decent one – Mercedes Benz C class or the SLK is fine. Lexus isn't a bad idea! Oh yeah, fancy car to me means . . . the SL500 and above. I would spend tons of money on all kinds of insurance and at least two college funds.
What's left over should not be much . . . so . . . might be half of the little left over would end up in some kind of long term investment such as land buying and/or long term funds. All of the left over along with my usual monthly salary would be saved in mine slavery account – my other half's hand. Cash in hand? NO, I don't need much. I would just ask for it . . . kind of like in the "eating soft rice" way, whenever I need it.
A man without planning . . . that's it. What you need is like me, finding a CPA as you other half. Then . . . that's it.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Hum~~~ Some Thoughts
My anti-blogging mood extended. I pushed hard get my ass back to update my blog. I don't know whether this is a kind of depression or just crossing my blue period. I do have any mood to speak about and to share my inner feeling with nobody recently.
These days, lots of shit happened . . . mainly from work. Oh yeah, partly are from "the other". I feel that what's surrounding me doesn't let me to quiet down. It or they just keep pushing me . . . stressed. In the eyes of others, they might feel that I am working for a relaxing job, but in the reality . . . who knows?
I got a job E-mail yesterday, saying that there is a post in the Manhattan, NY offering $80,000.00 (USD) / year. I wanna go back, I wanna take the job.
$80,000.00 (USD) / year = $624,000.00 (HKD) / year
$80,000.00 (USD) / year = $6666.67 (USD) / month
$6666.67 (USD) / month = $52,000.00 (HKD) / month
In the past, I kept calculating salary after tax. In the America, I gotta pay 33% tax, but in Hong Kong, I gotta pay 17% only. I thought what's after tax (the net) is the final answer to all considerations, but I was wrong. I was way too stupid in thinking so because the social benefits such as the FDIC, the Social Security and the Medical Care for the young and the aged Americans are far more protective to citizens than the f__ked up Hong Kong system.
No doubt that Hong Kong is one of the richest cities in the world, but its government is also one of the most moronic splendid one. I didn't insult it without a reason. For example, it gave $1,000,000,000.00 (HKD) to China for the earthquake rebuilding (Rebuilding what the f__ked!? There is no record in China upon how they spend the money. I deeply believe that a great part of the money will end up in rebuilding some of the higher officials' mansions with fully facilitated SM rooms for tons of their playful mistress). In the last week, the governor spent another $1,000,000,000.00 (HKD) for some short-term benefit programs, in order to pull his "man-gas" (Chinese, which means rating) up.
You see, under all of this stupid HK governmental management and the outside job attraction, heading back to the America should be my future personal goal.
These days, lots of shit happened . . . mainly from work. Oh yeah, partly are from "the other". I feel that what's surrounding me doesn't let me to quiet down. It or they just keep pushing me . . . stressed. In the eyes of others, they might feel that I am working for a relaxing job, but in the reality . . . who knows?
I got a job E-mail yesterday, saying that there is a post in the Manhattan, NY offering $80,000.00 (USD) / year. I wanna go back, I wanna take the job.
$80,000.00 (USD) / year = $624,000.00 (HKD) / year
$80,000.00 (USD) / year = $6666.67 (USD) / month
$6666.67 (USD) / month = $52,000.00 (HKD) / month
In the past, I kept calculating salary after tax. In the America, I gotta pay 33% tax, but in Hong Kong, I gotta pay 17% only. I thought what's after tax (the net) is the final answer to all considerations, but I was wrong. I was way too stupid in thinking so because the social benefits such as the FDIC, the Social Security and the Medical Care for the young and the aged Americans are far more protective to citizens than the f__ked up Hong Kong system.
No doubt that Hong Kong is one of the richest cities in the world, but its government is also one of the most moronic splendid one. I didn't insult it without a reason. For example, it gave $1,000,000,000.00 (HKD) to China for the earthquake rebuilding (Rebuilding what the f__ked!? There is no record in China upon how they spend the money. I deeply believe that a great part of the money will end up in rebuilding some of the higher officials' mansions with fully facilitated SM rooms for tons of their playful mistress). In the last week, the governor spent another $1,000,000,000.00 (HKD) for some short-term benefit programs, in order to pull his "man-gas" (Chinese, which means rating) up.
You see, under all of this stupid HK governmental management and the outside job attraction, heading back to the America should be my future personal goal.
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