It’s been a wile since I’ve written a post rather than just posting a tumblr picture. In four months I turn 25, a quarter of a century. I feel like in the past year I’ve lost my way a bit despite doing a lot and learning a lot. Now, my focus is on refocusing. 

I started reading 7 Habits of Highly Effective People and one of the things that Stephen Covey suggests is to begin with the end in mind. Think about how you want to be remembered and focus on your values because those will dictate your goals and the things you do in life. With that being said, here’s the beginning of my value list/mission statement. 

  • Be a lifelong student, always learn, always improve. 
  • Serve and assist others. Give back. 
  • Stay in touch with like-minded people. Thank them for inspiring you and inspire them back. 
  • Appreciate the beautiful things in life. Support the arts because they’ve supported you.
  • Love your friends and family for believing in you and believe in them. 

To be continued…

This is the article that Paul Carr wrote on TechCrunch before it got taken down and reposted again later… I’m keeping this up for my own reference in case it gets taken down again!

Oh boy. At this point, even the shit-show is becoming a shit-show. According to Dan Primack at Fortune, Mike Arrington has been fired by AOL. My inbox is full of emails from journalists, friends and total strangers — all asking if I can explain what’s going on. The vast majority of those correspondents are clearly hoping for a mass walk-out of writers if Mike is really gone. The Atlantic is already predicting what might happen post-walkout.

Meantime, Mike has gone to ground — presumably somewhere in his fortified Seattle compound — although with apparently as little idea as any of us what the final outcome will be. Primack’s story says it’s a fait accompli, while others say the situation is “still developing”. I spoke to a senior staffer at TCHQ yesterday who told me “No-one knows anything. It’s bizarre. Surreal.”

Rather than replying to a billion emails, or appearing on Bloomberg, or talking to PBS or Tweeting something threatening-but-ambiguous; here’s my position. And it’s basically unchanged from where I was last week.

TechCrunch lives or dies on its editorial independence. Right now, that means TechCrunch — in the person of its founding editor — must be allowed to pick its next Editor In Chief. Arianna Huffington has made clear that she wants Mike gone and TechCrunch to be assimilated into Huffington Post, under her direct control. That means whoever she might pick as “editor” will be little more than an avatar for her; a cardboard cut-out installed to do her bidding. That’s so ridiculously unacceptable a situation that the idea makes me feel physically sick. It will be the death of TechCrunch and everything we’ve all worked for these past years.

Sure, the brand will live on — and as long as we keep writing about cool apps we’ll probably still get amazing traffic. But traffic and a famous domain name is not why I — or most of the TechCrunch staff and editors I’ve spoken to in the past few days — came to work here. As Fred Wilson wrote earlier today: “TechCrunch also has a voice, a swagger, a “fuck you” attitude that comes from Mike… They need to keep the remaining team, the voice, and that attitude if they want to remain at the top of the world of tech media.” Damn fucking right.

Presumably, given how much TechCrunch and AOL both have riding on the success of next week’s Disrupt conference, an announcement as to TechCrunch’s future leadership must be imminent. I’m not going to speak for the other members of the team, but my own position is clear: unless Mike Arrington appoints his own successor, guaranteeing that TechCrunch retains its editorial independence, I’m gone. Done. Out of the door.

Ceding control to the Huffington Post will be the death of everything — the voice, the swagger, the “fuck you” attitude — that makes TechCrunch great; and I’m not going to stay around to watch that happen.

Ok, glad to have cleared that up. Now I’m going for lunch.

Thanks to Will Peirce for sending this to me over Skype!

Maybe it’s because I was always told to never rely on a man. Maybe it’s because I’m surrounded by such smart girls. Maybe it’s because my best friends from high school and I are what I’d like to call successful (we all have university degrees-Communication, Commerce, Biochemistry and Nursing). Maybe it’s because all the girls I met while studying at SFU for Communication are so hard-working and we’ve all pretty much found jobs in our field. Maybe it’s because girls are beautiful inside and out. Nope, these aren’t just maybes, they’re all reasons.

I often hear people in my age group complain about how they’re not taken seriously because they’re younger. Funny that because I’m the youngest in the office, my company values my opinion. I love where I work and the people I work WITH.

P.S. We played Rock Band and Dance Central in our office this afternoon.

Quickie update because I’m stoked and nervous and feeling bursts of creativity flowing through my veins! This week I was asked if I wanted to take on more responsibilities at work. You’re now reading the blog of the threewords.me Product Manager! I’m really excited about this because I am going to get to decide what functions get added to the website so go check it out (my username is Kimbotz) and tell me if there is anything you would like to see on there! I’ve got some big ideas but want to hear from you guys too!

This post was inspired by the many TED Talks I watched today. One of my favorite posts was actually from The Last Lecture series which featured Randy Pausch entitled “Really achieving your childhood dreams”.

If I ever get asked by someone younger than me what would be the one piece of advice I’d give them, I think I know exactly what that would be:

Do what you love and be who you are even when people bug or harass you about it. In the end, you will be happier than them.

Why do I say this and why can I say this? It’s something I’ve tried hard to always do. Let me give my first example: I was bullied in the Philippines for several reasons including: 1. I was different and they actually had the audacity to make fun of me being Canadian 2. I loved dancing even if I wasn’t good at hip-hop/video dance back then.

My Response:
1.
I am and always have been proud of being Canadian. I clearly recall back when I was somewhere between the ages of 6-8 years old and playing during recess (in Canada). Some of my classmates asked me what I was (in relation to ethnicity) and I replied with conviction that I was Canadian. They tried to tell me that no, I was in fact clearly asian but I kept insisting that no, I am Canadian. When I was in the Philippines I was made fun of for having a “Canadian” accent (what the heck right?) and not knowing as much about Filipino customs as them (well duh, I lived in Canada and I’m Chinese). Today I am proud to be and understand Canadian, Chinese and Filipino culture even if it isn’t in depth knowledge. 2. Dancing has been a part of my life since I was 5 years old. For those of you reading this that know me, I’m trying to get back into doing hip-hop again as well. When I was in high school and upset with things I would go to Cambie Secondary School on Fridays and learn to b-girl. I would also wander around my neighbourhood with my iPod on dancing my frustrations out. To this day, I dance in my room, while I’m walking to work (or at work), waiting for transit–pretty much wherever I feel like. I feel the most comfortable when I can dance.

When it came to high school I found it hard fitting into the all-girls Catholic private school that I went to. As with all teenagers, I was trying to find myself and what I was meant to do. I’m fortunate to say that I came out from that school with 3 best friends who understand me for the most part however there were some things I just couldn’t talk to people about in person. Here was where sites like AsianAvenue.com, Friendster.com, Xanga.com and what used to be Apartment107.com came into my life. I was able to network, find people that understood me, connect with old friends and current friends and do what is now known as blogging (at the time we called Xanga an online diary). I’m a bit embarrassed to admit some of the stuff I would post or design on those sites but at the same time, I don’t regret them. Why? Those sites were what fostered my love for social networking and social media. I had some people (even friends) put me down, tease me or scoff at the amount of time I spent on those sites. Despite all the disparaging remarks, I kept on using those sites and eventually moved on to use MySpace, Facebook, Twitter and LinkedIn.

In Grade 12, I had my meeting with our school guidance councilor where we would talk about what we wanted to do after high school (university or college was expected). When I told her that I wanted to study Communication at SFU she had no idea what to tell me about the program. She actually told me (not suggested) that I study Business/Commerce “because it’s similar and more useful.” I took several business courses in university just in case I decided to switch majors because I paid attention to what the guidance councilor and pretty much everyone else told me I should do. I did not end up majoring or minoring in Business Administration. I graduated Simon Fraser University with a B.A. major in Communication and minor in Publishing. Little did everyone know (or I for that matter) that I would end up being paid to do what I have always loved. For those who don’t know–I manage the social media i.e. Facebook and Twitter for GoodNews.com as their Community Manager.

So to all my friends, family and colleagues who have supported me over the years I say thank you for believing in me. To all those who doubted, criticized or bullied me for doing what I love or being who I am, thank you for making me a stronger person. I’m going to continuing doing what I love and being who I am and I hope that you will do the same.

Living isn’t enough. Dream. Create. Inspire.

That’s not bad but I don’t find it inspiring. Actually, it’s damn depressing! Why WISH you were better?  Thus, I propose changing it to:

“Don’t wish it were easier
or wish you were better.
Be better and become the best.”
-Me, Kim Lim