A Happiness Project

Met an interesting friend and he told me this.

"Everyone follows their own path
People will always expect things of you
But often, you expect more of yourself than what you think others expect of you.
Don't wish yourself into a dream -
take steps towards it
How would you know what dreaming was if you never lived first?
So live. Take a risk on something."

Does it contradict to the twenty something TEd talk?
Is money a foundation for happiness?

I have never met such an inspiring man.
Putting that frame of mind in my situation, how much would it work?

Life shouldn't be too harsh right

shxt

Woke up at 9:30
wondering to pull my inertia body for a run away from end of spiral tunnel
And the best thing seems to be getting out of a comfort zone.
So I took a stroll with some cool and nice friends of mine
Taking a dizzy ferry from the Central to the Cheung Chau
Trying out street food, nice guys, great texture, layering and composition
things get more difficult when you comes to a threshold
But the problem is that,
if you don't walk out of your comfort zone,
what's the point of living?
Yes so let go of fear.
Write your photo essay.

Do you want make of something you really liked?
If you have the determination to practice the skill you really value?
And not be tired, exhausted or even frustrated at times?
That's when you need to have preseverance.
No matter where, no matter when, just be there and try your very best.
That's/should be your altitude in life.

Not food, not simply entertainment, but a real heart.
And the future is full of possibility.
By the girl you want to be, dress nice, talk nice,
it is not about where you are from,
but keep the direction of where you are heading.
Learning to improve everyday bit by bit.
Set up a weekly goal pushing yourself to the limit.
No matter what you do, get enough practice.
Don't get too depressed. Don't expect too much.
Just try to shoot whatever you like.

My confession is

My confession is

I have never thought I would like it that way
bipolar can never be treated
Like my life my brain is spiralled and the moment u are addicted to thinking a lot
you once plan the plot to revenge
you are already tying a knot on the death note.

Maybe there is no use trying?
I feel weird the inner voice is draining out of me
why is the world acting all against me
where is the mercy of god.

All the memories are playing back
the unclassified stories in my life.
social anxiety
unchased dreams
betrayal and conflict
unrecognized dreams
unexamined choices
lack of articulation

feeling like you are living just to get a barely pass
just to catch up that last breathe.

CS meetup

Ha it turned out I didnt seem to be as courageous as I thought I was

What I feel desperate at earlier this morning

Damn. I hate it when I was shutting up my camera simply because I didn't have to courage to ask some strangers/friends for a shoot that I know would work well with all the composition. Yeah and its always easier to stay within your comfort zone. I have known it well for the rest of my lives. 
(feeling like a loser/the worst enemy is always yourself)
But, don't be depressed anymore.

The worst thing is to be absent in life. So grab your gear (possibly upgrade to a new canon set) and adventure a little bit, no turning back and with ten years later looking back, no regrets please Miss Mendy Huang

And woman is dependent on male on emotional support.
Now I seem to know how mum got to get the closest chair when the music stops
in the game of music chair for thirties something.

Twenty something do something. But how?
And no online chatting.

Repressed. snoitome

Model: Shandi Li
Photographer: Mendy

The girl is no longer lost in the city.
She finds where she belongs,
right under the sacred heart
in god's prayer -

I wouldn't have believed I was that motivated outgoing fun
until I met real friends which understand and being accepting
respecting gratifying interesting
I think I experienced love in world again

The girl gets lost in this city

Christmas ought to be fun, amazing, and all about partying
soon it passed without any signs
when the echoing jingle bells, all the fancy colourful decorations fades away
after the vague and luring commercial advertisement and the big crowds
with the social media showing pics of eat play love
I just want to bury my head under the bedsheets

That's the thing with writer 's blog
once you don't reflect,
you forget and it is not as easy to dig out all those small details
that add spices to your life,
as you live the repetitious life
the unlived life is not worth examined
you seem to forget the spark of life
all the loving, embracing altitude seems to be
no more than wordings from books
how can I tell a story on that?