thoughts

Exiting Intern

static85 — Wed, 26 May 2010 13:46:07 +0000

I have never been happy working.

From the part-time jobs in Uni, to the FT jobs here in Shanghai.

Far from the money I was getting paid (usually little) to the work I was doing (usually inconsequential), I always found it taxing on my soul rather than my mind.

It wasn’t that I felt above the work, however menial, nor did I feel lazy and unambitious to complete my assigned tasks.

My view towards the working world has changed in quite possibly the most unlikeliest of places. An internship I started a few months ago has provided me with more motivation, and confirmation that a career in my chosen field is correct.

Almost most satisfying for me is the fact that the pay check I receive is far from sufficient to mask any flaws in the tasks I oversee. My interest in my work and the feed back that I receive has finally filled a void in my career path.

[The Killers - Sam's Town]

Gone Fishin’

static85 — Tue, 02 Feb 2010 05:10:30 +0000

It starts with the right gear.
The proper bait, the right line and tackle.
However, the right gear can only get you so far.
Technique is also vital to making a successful catch.
Learning to properly back-cast and conditions in which to cut her loose all coalesce into the perfect keeper.
Beyond that only patience separates the hungry from the full.
Measurement of man is thus shown not in his tackle-box,
but in the calluses on the ridges of his finger.

Train – Hey, Soul Sister

Word Count: 9

static85 — Wed, 27 Jan 2010 06:22:05 +0000

From below the glass is either empty or full.

Concur or Conquer

static85 — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 00:55:16 +0000

Confidence is an interesting emotion. When a multitude of people have faith in my abilities to do something my belief in my own abilities dwindles. On the flip side when people cast me as an underdog my drive and determination increase infinitesimally.

I recall in my adolescent in elementary school I was already a pessimist. When teachers said we all could be doctors, or lawyers in my head I cast them as overly optimistic and nonsensical. At the age of 12 I already knew I would never be a basketball player or an F1 driver.

Either way, I digress. 6 months have come and gone and a new chapter in this blog may be just around the corner.

加把我可

static85 — Fri, 13 Nov 2009 02:04:51 +0000

“当心加把我可，我的儿子！
叮人的下巴，捕获的爪子！
当心据据鸟，顺那
在明愤办得色纳特彻！“

Drifting on a memory

static85 — Fri, 06 Nov 2009 04:05:54 +0000

The bitter taste of Chivas lingers on my breath as I enter the now tranquil lobby. A couple remains blissfully interlocked as the reggae beats float through the dusty morning breeze. Patient, 大众 cabs slowly shuttle the tired and restless home as the sun slowly creeps into the sky. I gaze onto my hands and notice the stamps that silently track my previous nights exploits as my memory slowly fades. I frantically search my pockets for my phone and wallet and am elated to realize both are still by my side. I fight off the urge to keel over and fall asleep and find my way to the closest cab and head on a quest to find food.

Funny that it was these days I felt most alive. I recall when weekends signaled the start of a new weekend getaway.　Ｉ yearn for the weekend trips to random places. I need mornings with my previous night narrated to me over 小笼包.

I want to go to sleep and wake up at cash box.

陶喆－就是愛你

Laugh of the day

static85 — Mon, 19 Oct 2009 07:19:31 +0000

As I wormed my way from the library to Tim Hortons I passed a boy scouts troop that was stationed in 15 meter intervals along the Ironwood mall strip collecting change. As I passed the little children adorned with patches for knot tying and pyromania I couldn’t help but regret not camping more as a child.

As I rounded the corner, hot coffee in hand, a young lady rummaged through her purse and withdrew a folded US dollar bill to slip into a waiting can. As she started to insert the dollar, the boy of perhaps 10 abruptly pulled the can back. As he leaned over he quickly prodded the neighboring boy and told him to run to the parents standing nearby.

The query? He wasn’t sure if they accepted US dollars. =)

I don’t know why, but I smiled all the way back to my desk. Perhaps this child was a finance major in the works, already well versed in the greenbacks parity with the CAD. Perhaps already at his age he knew the CAD was more valuable in the long run.

Perhaps.

Empire of the Sun – Walking On a Dream

You are the sun, you are the rain !

static85 — Mon, 14 Sep 2009 04:07:33 +0000

How has the last few months been ? Lionel Ritchie sings it best =)

You are the sun
You are the rain
That makes my life this foolish game
You need to know
I love you so
And i’ll do you again and again

Only you
Move me
Tell me how to love you baby
Show me
I don’t mind and i don’t mind

The LSAT is pawning me, she’s a selfish lover.

Anyone want to get together for a late night study session ?

home

static85 — Tue, 14 Jul 2009 01:50:19 +0000

There was a time that I thought home was a place with geographical coordinates. Perhaps a place one spent a large part of his or her formative years. A place filled with fond memories and comfortable friends. What home is to me now though is more an emotion. When you pack up your belongings and place each item carefully into your bag you will inevitably reminisce about the significant memories that embody each and every item.

Home is an overwhelming emotion. It is not a place. Having lived away from “home” I know now that a home, no matter how temporary, can be made almost anymore. From the city lights of Shanghai to the ancient walls around Beijing and from the depth of the Dead Sea to the bluffs of Koh Phagnon, home can be anywhere along the way.
My journey back to where things make sense will ultimately disembark me on a new journey. I can’t wait.

“no matter what people tell you keep breaking down those doors, just keep breaking them down” Li Qi Hao

Black Eyed Peas – I got a feeling

The End of an Era

static85 — Wed, 17 Jun 2009 02:23:14 +0000

You would think the hardest thing was leaving home. However, the last few days I have here in Beijing have found me dreading my return. I already miss the food, friends and freedom I am afforded here in Asia. I’ll be in Thailand and Cambodia for a few days before returning to reality. The hardest part is leaving, not coming.

Modest Mouse – World At Large

Ice-age heat wave, can’t complain.
If the world’s at large, why should I remain?
Walked away to another plan.
Gonna find another place, maybe one I can stand.
I move on to another day, to a whole new town with a whole new way.
Went to the porch to have a thought.
Got to the door and again, I couldn’t stop.
You don’t know where and you don’t know when.
But you still got your words and you got your friends.
Walk along to another day.
Work a little harder, work another way.

Well uh-uh baby I ain’t got no plan.
We’ll float on maybe would you understand?
Gonna float on maybe would you understand?
Well I’ll float on maybe would you understand?

The days get shorter and the nights get cold.
I like the autumn but this place is getting old.
I pack up my belongings and I head for the coast.
It might not be a lot but I feel like I’m making the most.
The day’s get longer and the nights smell green.
I guess it’s not surprising but it’s spring and I should leave.

I like songs about drifters – books about the same.
They both seem to make me feel a little less insane.
Walked on off to another spot.
I still haven’t got anywhere that I want.
Did I want love? Did I need to know?
Why does it always feel like I’m caught in an undertow?

The moths beat themselves to death against the lights.
Adding their breeze to the summer nights.
Outside, water like air was great.
I didn’t know what I had that day.
Walk a little farther to another plan.
You said that you did, but you didn’t understand.

I know that starting over is not what life’s all about.
But my thoughts were so loud, I couldn’t hear my mouth.
My thoughts were so loud, I couldn’t hear my mouth.
My thoughts were so loud.