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I know I’ve been MIA for awhile I got my health and family issues sorted.

Did you miss me yet?

New content coming soon.

Stay tuned.

-b.

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Rome wasn’t built in a day.

Nor is an empire.

Be patient, my dear.

I’m at the age where many of my friends are getting married and for the ladies, it seems all that’s on their mind is getting married, boys and becoming a wife.

And then I realised I don’t want to only be a wife.

I want to build my empire.

And I need a king with the same mindset.

We ain’t your average couple.

-b.

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Officially burnt out.

A rollercoaster two weeks of emotional highs and lows from all fronts – family, personal, work and health, have gotten the better of me.

And now, we pick up the pieces and re-build.

Looking back, there were times when I wanted to throw in the towel; hitting rock bottom with no light for guidance. All I had was this voice telling me “Just give it one more day”. And each tomorrow became one more day.

So let’s take it one more day at a time.

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For the longest time, I had the answer to what I wanted to do.
The original plan was to understand the industry of employment, how rapid and extensive outsourcing and automation would replace jobs, the types of jobs they would replace and how to rebuild the education system to address the changing nature of employment for future generations.

It wasn’t until someone asked me how I envisioned my life at 40 did I realize the only driving force I had in my life was my career.

Growing up poor with no parental support allowed me to have a sharp focus on career and obtaining wealth quickly – tuition, first property, basic living necessities, travel and luxuries.
But now, as I become more stable financially and career-wise, I realized I have neglected the other portions of my life, including my health and interpersonal relationships.

“Am I happy?”.

There is no simple answer.

“Am I free?”

No.

So let’s find freedom.

-b.

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Somewhere out there
Beneath the pale moonlight
Someone’s thinking of me
And loving me tonight

Somewhere out there
Someone’s saying a prayer
That we’ll find one another
In that big somewhere out there

And even though I know how very far apart we are
It helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star
And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby
It helps to think we’re sleeping underneath the same big sky

Somewhere out there
If love can see us through
Then we’ll be together
Somewhere out there
Out where dreams come true

-b.

Success

What does success mean to you?

Earlier this week, I attended a funeral for one of the biggest players in the Food and Beverage Industry. Rather than a solemn gathering, it was held as a celebration for his life.

The man was in his mid-40s when he passed, definitely taken too young.

But in his life, he carved a name for himself, his company, becoming a key player in his industry. He had a successful business, a loving family, beautiful kids. He was humble, smart and willing to lend a helping hand. A rarity.

It was an afternoon of learning about the man behind the scenes, his adventures with others and how he dedicated his life to his two loves, his family and his business. You look at his life and you know he was successful.

As I was heading home, I ended up in an uber with a man in his mid-40s as well. He explained to me how he chose to become a full-time uber driver after he paid off all the mortgages for his family, allowing him to quit his job. He had very little financial obligations after the mortgages. Another humble man, he said I would not be able to see him for another 6 months because he was flying to Tokyo to study dog care. He wanted to return to HK to build a dog care centre.

Whether its building an empire or being able to live your life in your own means, success is what you make of it.

It got me thinking, what do I want my success to be defined as?

What is my legacy?

-b.

Want


For the longest time, I’ve been thinking of what exactly I want this blog to be about.

Do I want it to be my open book?

On the other hand, I know exactly what I don’t want it to be. Back in the day, the world knew exactly how many calories I ate in a day, the breakdown of my foods and my exercise routine. For 2 years, people knew my daily weight, my progress photos and my measurements.


It motivated me to keep going, to come up with new recipe ideas, exercise routines and to look better.

Unfortunately, the ugly side reared its head.

I had 200 odd followers on my weight loss blog and a few girls decided that they were to become anorexic and bulimic because they wanted my progress photos but not the process I took. Instead, I found my photos all over Xanga, with the tag THINSPO.

It broke my heart to see girls writing about their daily struggles to lose weight through anorexia. And when I did have the courage to reach out, I was told it was their only way.

That’s when I closed my blog down.

Now, I’m at odds, what exactly do I want this to be?

-b.

Kawasaki Warehouse

Sorry for being MIA, I was in Tokyo for the past week and am slowly uploading my ventures both on Instagram and on here.

One of the most interesting places I went to was not a temple or one of the busy shopping streets or an owl cafe, but a warehouse in the outskirts of Tokyo.

So why was this warehouse so enticing?

Because it had a small replica of the Kowloon Walled City, a dystopian slum with no laws within Hong Kong.

Think of dense, dark underworld of Blade Runner, Dredd, Total Recall, and Neo Seoul from Cloud Atlas. Basically, all things cyberpunk would have found some form of inspiration to build that dystopian future setting we know and love.

The original Kowloon Walled City was demolished in the 90s and a park was built in its place. There were stories about life inside the city and photos, however, to really be in that atmosphere is an entirely different experience.

The Kawasaki Warehouse is actually a 4-storey arcade with the first 2 floors dedicated to a recreation of the Kowloon Walled City.

They even have a broadcast of Chinese aunties talking about visiting it to buy some necessities. If you play the video, you can hear it in the background.

Like the original KWC, there is hardly any light in the corridors.

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The entrance to KWC through the parking lot.

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The doors slide open and you enter this eerie walkway. You have to walk across the stones while an ominous music plays in the background and green liquid spills from both walls.

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The backdrop of the arcade in KWC.

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They say the buildings were so close to each other that no sunlight entered the city.

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Meat in the market.

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On the second floor, there are narrow walkways you walk along to peek into some of the building windows.

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One such window.

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True to culture, clothes dangling precariously outside windows.

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It reads 1 bedroom and 1 living room, 395 sq. ft. for rent at 3800HKD/mo.

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A prostitute’s home.

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In KWC, it was not uncommon to find such small rooms and people living in them. Crime was rampant inside.

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Upon exiting – photo from the video.

If you were in the Yokohama area, it is worth checking out. I wouldn’t make it a day trip as you only need to spend 1 hour there.

Here is the map:

 

-b.