Deep inside in China

Around a decade ago, having been restricted by many government policies in China, I was chary of really putting all my energy and passion into pursuing a long-term thinking and career. Essentially I didn't trust there's a real guarantee or something that the gains of my efforts wouldn't be lost because the government could and would change its pervasive policies freely at any time which can be either expected or not expected by me. So I came to Canada when the opportunity presented itself.

Nowadays, it seems that many people feel the same way as I did many years ago, despite the fact that many reported individuals among them are rich but I was poor. See this NYT news piece: Harassment and Evictions Bedevil Even China’s Well-Off.

I can say that I always want to expend the time of my life charily and I cherish that time.

Alack, too much work for the first two years of raising a baby.

Hopefully the workload will be reduced a great deal after our baby daughter becomes two or three. That's been assured by some other experienced parents.

When J frizzled the Cantonese sausage slices, he forgot to sprinkle a little Chinese cooking wine near the end into the frying pan.

Google, whose free and excellent services I had largely enjoyed, have pressed two importunities on me in the recent two years or so. One was that they stopped the development of Google Notebook altogether, the other was that they supplanted the nice sharing capabilities in Google Reader with their Google+ functionality.

I for one don't feel good about that. On the other hand, nonetheless I thank Google for the suave services it had provided at zero financial cost to a typical consumer like me.

It seems that the scouring pads attached on the dishwashing sponges, which are sold at dollar stores, have been becoming shoddier and shoddier.

Equipped with the proficiency of both English and Chinese, as well as the internet, I for one can get information from near and far without difficulty.

That's a blessing.

RIM has completely failed. I suppose it'll possibly get acquired by a Chinese or an Indian company eventually in a few years.

See RIM finds new ways to disappoint investors and Surging RIM sales catch retailers off guard.

RIM's been keeping losing market share in North America, while it's gaining more and more users overseas, presumably in Asia, Africa, and South America. There will be no justification that RIM needs to or has to be headquartered or existent in North America.

Talents must have become wary of getting involved with RIM whatsoever.

Bad don't taste the Peek Freans "Lifestyle Selections" Bran Crunch biscuits.

One's got to learn what good wine, good whiskey, and the like is betimes.

And one shouldn't give cheap wine to others as gifts.

Our baby daughter's bedtime is relatively late.

A bachelor pad doesn't necessarily equal to a studio apartment.

One day, E told me how Bill Gates' mother, who sat on IBM's board, helped him become what he became and everything.

I never buy that sort of thinking. Look, there have been many people who sat or are sitting on the board of IBM or whatever big company, but their children didn't establish a Google or an Apple.

The magnitude of Bill Gates' achievements can only be done by himself, not by the help of his mother or whomever.

Linguistic conceits can drive and direct readers' train of thought.

Corn bread, as well as oat bread, tastes good after having been toasted.

I've been spending my time providently. Spending one's time consumptively is uncultivated folly.

Many entrepreneurs regret they have introduced outside investments, especially IPOs, into their companies. So all budding entrepreneurs had better be wary of taking outside investments.

In the early New France, essentially there were four forces in its economic life: the fur traders, the fishermen, the seigneurs, and the habitants.

I don't like the information sources whose authors lard their social media updates with a lot of which music they listen to and so on.

I would say that the cooks at many Chinese restaurants in Montreal are not professional enough at cooking. They aren't decently trained, either by others or by themselves.

Take me to the mat if you want.

Having been a Chinese Canadian, I must have not been close up to China any more in terms of what interests me.