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Saturday, 03 October 2009
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Response to the alien
Reading a post from a girl who believes she's an alien because she doesn't fit in anywhere, I realize I had the same struggle -- perhaps I'm still struggling to find my place. Growing up I feel I'm a mixture of things but I never really fit in anywhere.
I have lived in HK most of my life. However, there isn't another place that I shun so much. The shallow views of life is about climbing ladders, and success is equivalent to the size of your flat or the no. of titles on your business card.
In Canada, I was always the FOB and visitor. I love the environment, the culture and the freedom, but still I always feel like a passerby. It feels sinful to stay in a place that entails all the luxuries that the world would want, when I know at the opposite end of the globe, there are people slaving over a piece of bread and having free time is only something to be attained when they retire.
Kazakhstan shrunk the world for me. Actually it shrunk life for me. I've seen rapid development that changed a desolate area into an imitation of a world class city. I've seen the property prices go up by 400% and I've taught daughters whose fathers owned gold mines. I've also seen the other spectrum where a 5 cent tram ride is problematic and lunch consisting, regularly, of a cup of tea with sugar and a tart the size of a toonie. I've seen offspring of shattered families trying to piece their lives back together by marrying prematurely and end up in a divorce within a few years. I've also seen the power of a functional family and how real contentment can come out of a small plot of land the size of a basketball court.
Having seen and felt so much, how can I fit back into a world where the focus is on the self and possessions? But then, is there a place in the world where life is not about the two? Is there a place for those who seek something different? Or do we forever have to be aliens?
Thursday, 24 September 2009
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I miss my own bloggin
I can't sleep again... It's been a while since that happened. It must be the kick boxing plus the binging after wards. Note to self: Never eat more than 150% full...
Somehow instead of counting frolicking sheep, I ended up reading my own blog. I forgot how sarcastic I could be. I forgot how I had so much to comment about life. I forgot how insights were generated. People say work is the death of creativity. I guess there's some truth in it.
I guess it's time. time to regain that. time to make a decision.
A quote that has been on my mind lately:
Magic is everywhere. Yet, often in life, we go looking for the barriers instead of the magic.
Tuesday, 03 March 2009
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Count your blessings
Reading Ed's cancer updates made me want to blog again.
Never have I thought that being able to sleep soundly is a blessing, or being able to breath normally is something that takes determination. I am blessed. I should remind myself daily.
Sunday, 16 December 2007
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Battlefield at the dining table
I attended this BBA-JD talk with my students. It was all about they only wanted the creme and there are only 15 places. The selection of students was mostly based on impression - were they a go-getter? Did they have a passion for the uptown life? Could they deal with stress? And whether they had the aura to be a financial person...
It kind of made me wonder what I would have become had I not gone to Waterloo and become an Artsy. The professors and presenters surely had the confidence and the glamour, but deep down, their goals, their temptation and the sense of arrogance revolted me. If I had chosen the road of society's definition of success, would I have tortured my conscience to death?
They quoted this case of where their students were interviewed for the Rhodes Scholarship (or whatever job interview it was) and they called it the battlefield of the dining table. The students' move were carefully scrutinized, their table manners, their scope of interest, their ability to make small talks, etc. I remember my UWat accounting friend also went through the same ordeal. This is not a test of ability, but a test of breed. How well the interviewees are brought up. Once again, if the student came from a well-off background, they would probably breeze through the interview, those who weren't as lucky to have that silver spoon when they were born, would either have to be socialized purely for the interview, or they would have to acquire it in a different way. I guess it would be that much easier to keep the wealth in a few hands rather than having someone climb the social ladder.
The question is, is mannerism a means or an ends. Was acquiring manners out of respect or out of prospect? The biggest question for the interviewers would be, would they want their children to have manners for the sake of respect or face? -
Preferential Treatment
Talking about equality in education, I went to a careers' talk with my students at CUHK, and at CU they prepared two coaches (not the crappy school buses) for the students, got a 'tour guide' to explain to them about the campus. Then for 3 full hours, professors from the few most sought-after departments came in and explained exclusively to our girls about their programs. I heard they don't do that for many schools, but it was obvious they were trying to lure our future 20-something EAS students into their school. The battle of universities begin a year before the girls even approach AL... it's crazy!
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