Our New Generation of People

It started with a post in the papers today... whereby 吴庆康 was talking about a little girl who was asking her dad to treat her to a meal of a burger which costs 100 dollars.. then dad was persuaded again to buy her desserts of the same value after the meal...

that got to him (吴庆康) thinking that nowadays pple are seemingly spending more on meals and so on but yet may not get what they wanted in the first place. He claimed that he went to a exclusive yuppy club in HK and paid 400 sing dollars for 4 dishes for lunch and still ended up feeling hungry and dissatisfied.

He says our people of today are getting more and more choices... and perhaps in a way, are we all too fortunate to be this way? Buying branded bags for 1000 dollars and claim that its the quality that matters and so on ? He said that he realised he belonged to the older era the moment he got shocked by the long queue of pple who wanted to buy a gucci or prada bag.. .

In some ways i think i do agree... but are we losing more than we are gaining?

Like for eg today i went to attend the SPF-NPCC Badge ceremony at New Town Secondary School and realised that out boys are not as good when it comes to social skills... in some ways the attainment of pinnacle achievements is a great thing but at the end of the day ... does it really reflect the desired qualities of things?

I do wan to state that i am proud of their achievements but sometimes i cannot help but feel tat our new generation of people seems more deprived in some fundamental areas... .

and that really makes me very baffled...

The Meaning of Love

I do see a lot of meaning in the chinese verse... but it is not easy to effectively translate it into english and still get the same feeling.. such is the beauty of the Chinese Language!

Some background info -- the verse was written by this taoist nun, Li Mo Chou, who was nicknamed 赤炼仙子... that means blood fairy -- someone who is as beautiful as is bloodthirsty.

the story is written by Louis Cha, 金庸, in the story of 神雕侠侣, "The Return of the Condor Heroes"

Here's a feeble attempt to explain the previous post:


Ask the world what is the meaning of love,
until such lengths that follows one even in death?
A pair of swallows which flies the world over,
with many cold winters that age out their feathers.
Joy in reunion,
Sorrow in parting,
there are many who dwell so hopelessly into them.
With parting words i give to the gentleman, though many thousands of miles the clouds may cover,
through the seemingly thousands of mountains and snow,
where can a single shadow head forth?