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Welcome To The Dirty 30s Club


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The Dirty 30s Club.

It’s got nothing to do with an X-rated website featuring pictures of half-naked (or naked) women, a place where men go to in their alone time, in their privacy, to get their share of eroticism.

It’s not a nightclub, nor is it a radio station that plays music that only a group of people understand. Music that you can’t necessarily relate to. Music that has a lot of technology in it, but not a lot of soul.

It isn’t an exclusive club where you pay good money to use the cigar lounge, sit in plush chairs, and drink scotch or whisky while rubbing shoulders with the titans of the industry. It’s not a club that has a mascot of its own, an anthem to be proud of or a smart uniform that would stop traffic and turn heads.

There’s nothing really ‘dirty’ about this club. Nor is there anything really fancy about it either. But it is all about being in your 30s – all the years within in, before it and after it.

It had all started as an ode – as poetic justice about advancing towards the 3-0. It had all started with a note I posted on my facebook page called ‘The Dirty Thirties Club’. In that note, I wrote about my journey through my twenties, my ugly-duckling-turned-swan metamorphosis, my identity crisis, my search for meaning, my path to self discovery and all the confusion, anger, apathy, fear, doubt and suffering that came as part of the package.

My brother had posted a comment in response to that note. In it, he wrote ‘You should start a blog.’ I thought to myself, I have so many of them already. And it was in that moment, that The Dirty 30s Club was born. In that moment, I looked back on my twenties and realized that the turmoil that was my life showed up in the way I shared and connected with others through my blogs. I had kept a number of them – too many in fact – scattered all across the web. Some I shared publicly with others, others I kept privately to myself. I write often to a few, and sporadically to the rest. I am passionate about one or two of them, but feel aloof and lackluster towards the others. And if my blogs were anything like my life then, they were these – lack of focus, haphazard, chaotic, confused.

When I look back on all those years in my twenties, of finding my own voice, of sharing my stories and connecting with people, I realized that I was always just renting space on someone else’s real estate. I was bound by whatever the terms and conditions were of that particular lease and always felt a niggling fear at the back of my mind, that one day, I might wake up to find that the landlord would find something offensive about what I had written and would take all that had belonged to me – words, commas, hyphens and full stops – and evict me from its property without a backward glance.

So when the idea for The Dirty 30s Club formed in my mind, I thought this was it – metaphorically, this is what my 30s would be about – bringing people from all walks of life, of all ages, race and creed, together in a place that I can call my own. Whether as a means of escapism from the grunt of daily life, a place to connect with other people or as a source of inspiration, I hope that this place – this Club – will be your home, as much as it is mine, in the jungle that is virtual reality. I hope that you will be honest in your sharing, I hope that you will be respectful of others, but most of all, I hope that you are honest and respectful of yourself, and remain true to who you are in everything you do.

So, Ladies and Gentlemen, without further ado, I welcome you to The Dirty 30s Club.

Founder and President,

Chiao Kee Lim

August 9th, 2010.

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What God Said To This Zebra


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Today’s Friday Funnies got me laughing in fits! See what’s funny about what these two zebras are wondering:

 Two zebras are talking and one asks the other, “Am I black with white stripes or white with black stripes?”

The other replies, “Well I don’t know. You should pray to God about that and ask him”

So that night he did and God replied, “You are what you are.”

The next day he said to the other zebra, “I still don’t understand what I am because God just said, You are what you are.”

The second zebra responds, “You must be white with black stripes or else God would have said, Yo is what yo is.”

If you’ve had a good laugh, share it and make someone else’s Friday a hilarious one!

Happy Friday,

Chiao Kee

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Why I Disagree With Tony Robbins


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In the past few weeks, a digital poster of one specific quote has shown up a number of times in my Facebook feed. I’ve seen it numerous times before but it didn’t move me. In fact, I actually disagree with it. It did not sit right with me to share a message that I personally do not endorse, let alone disagree with, so I didn’t.

In the past week alone, this quote has shown up again. This time, it was shared by personal development gurus Tony Robbins and then again by Peak Potentials Training. Naturally, when a key person of influence and an organization whose entire business is about personal development are spreading a message that could potentially skew how people think about themselves, I feel compelled to say something.

Not long ago, I wrote about influence in Part 3 of the Help! Facebook Ruined My Life! series (to refresh your memory, go HERE to read the article). Today’s article is one example of taking personal responsibility in questioning the validity of what is being said by influential people. After all, right and wrong is subjective in nature. It is completely perception driven, artificial and man-made. A discussion of opposing views is necessary, I feel.

The quote in question is this—“Life is not about finding yourself, it is about creating yourself.”  I cringe every time I see that quote. It disagrees with every fiber of my being on so many different levels I can’t even begin to describe.

I personally find it quite amusing that many quotes have the tendency to spell out a message as either one thing or another. This one in particular often makes me snigger. Why can’t it be both? Why can’t life be a combination of finding yourself AND creating yourself? Why does it have to be only creating yourself? Who sets the gold standard for saying that is the only way to live? Who gets to decide that finding yourself is not necessary?

Here’s why I disagree with this saying—finding myself was a major part of my personal growth journey.  It was necessary and pivotal to paving the way to who I have become today. In the decade that I have spent finding myself, I have been humbled by many lessons life has taught me. One of which is the power of conditioning and programming. The other is the voice of the ego.

Human beings are not immune to conditioning and programming. In fact, that is how most parents raise children—through some form of conditioning and programming. When a child does something good, they are rewarded. When they misbehave, they are punished. That is how they learn what is desirable behavior and what is not. That is conditioning in its most basic form. It’s like giving the family dog a doggie treat every time he rolls over when you tell him to. Children are no different.

I agree that the function of parents is to guide children and to teach them to differentiate between what is right from what is wrong, and what is good from what is bad. But because parents themselves were also once children, they are also not immune to conditioning and programming. Throw culture, dogma, expectations and social norm into the mix, and we have a melting pot of all kinds of Do’s and Don’ts, all kinds of Right and Wrong, Good and Bad, all of which are relatives, none of which are absolute. But kids don’t know any different. They know what they know because that is what they have been taught by the adults in their lives. They become who they become because that is how they have been shaped by the adults in their lives.

You see, when I was a child, I knew exactly who I was. I was boisterous, loud, fun, funny and very expressive. Unfortunately, in my culture and upbringing, those were not desirable qualities to have. Good children are typified by those who are quiet, who never cries and who sit still all the time. I wasn’t a good child. In fact, my mother often scolded me for being bad. If I cried when I was in pain, she would tell me not to cry or she would hit me some more. When I spoke, she would tell me to shut up or she would snip my tongue with a pair of scissors. Over time, I was conditioned to be what she considers a good child. I learned to keep quiet, I learned to never cry even when I was in pain and I kept to myself a lot of the time because that was what good children do. All these qualities, I carried with me through to my adulthood but they were not who I am naturally. They were the artificial aspects created through conditioning and programming.

I suffered tremendously in my twenties under the weight of one question—“Who am I and why am I here?” Under the conditioning and programming of my upbringing, I had lost touch with that part of me who was boisterous, loud, fun, funny and very expressive. I was unmoved by emotional displays and was detached and not in touch with my own emotions. It wasn’t until I met the man whom I thought was my ‘The One’ and felt the pain of losing him that I began to peel off all the layers that had been slapped on the real me. Deep inside, buried underneath all kinds of past experiences, conditioning and upbringing is a soul who knows who it is and what it wants but it would forever lay dormant if I hadn’t gone on my self-healing journey to peel off all the artificial parts I had created for myself based on someone else’s perception of who I should be.

That was lesson number one. Lesson number two is the voice of the ego.

The voice of the ego thinks that it is in charge of making things happen in life. It believes that its actions are the only cause of specific effects. It believes that it is the only creator of its own destiny. I know now that the voice of my ego had been too arrogant. I know now that creation is not something I do on my own, it’s something I do in conjunction with the Universe.  If I was the sole decider of everything that happens in my life, I would have attained everything I wanted by now. I would have married the man whom I thought was my ‘The One’. We would be living in a double storey house in a neighbourhood lined with trees. We would have had a baby by now. But none of that happened. I tried to make it happen but it didn’t go according to my plan. If that doesn’t prove that creation is not a solo effort, I don’t know what does. Just because we are in the driver’s seat of our lives doesn’t mean we are the only ones steering the wheel. Thinking that we are the only one steering the wheel is the voice of the ego.

So, here are my two-cents, I think that life is about finding your authentic self, creating the life that you want while leaving room for magic to happen. I took it upon myself to amend the original poster to look like this:

What do you think?

To Finding Yourself,

Chiao Kee

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What A New York City Cab Driver Learned On A Night Shift


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This story has been passed around a number of times. What I love most about it is the humanity demonstrated by both the taxi driver and the lady.

As written by an anonymous taxi driver in New York City:


I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.

“Just a minute,” answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.

After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90′s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940′s movie.

By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.

There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.

“Would you carry my bag out to the car?” she said.

I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.

She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.

She kept thanking me for my kindness.

“It’s nothing,” I told her. “I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.”

“Oh, you’re such a good boy,” she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, “Could you drive through downtown?”

“It’s not the shortest way,” I answered quickly.

“Oh, I don’t mind,” she said. “I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice.”

I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. “I don’t have any family left,” she continued in a soft voice. “The doctor says I don’t have very long.” I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.

“What route would you like me to take?” I asked.

For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl. Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, “I’m tired. Let’s go now.”

We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico. Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her.

I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.

“How much do I owe you?” she asked, reaching into her purse.

“Nothing,” I said.

“You have to make a living,” she answered.

“There are other passengers,” I responded.

Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly.

“You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,” she said. “Thank you.”

I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life.

I didn’t pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?

On a quick review, I don’t think that I have done anything more important in my life.

We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unaware—beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.

To the taxi driver and humanity,

Chiao Kee

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Words To Live By


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Words have tremendous influence over our state of mind. By changing the words we use, we can change how we feel about other people and external circumstances. In this edition of Monday Motivation, I share a snapshot of my Words To Live By pin board on Pinterest. To nourish yourself daily with words that lift you up, follow me on Pinterest at the following link:

http://pinterest.com/chiaokee/words-to-live-by/

Double click on the image to enlarge it.

To a week of wonderful experiences ahead,

Chiao Kee

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Mother’s Day Funnies


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In conjunction with Mother’s Day this Sunday, I have found a few funny jokes for today’s Friday Funnies. The jokes about the Photo Album and the White Hairs made me laugh non-stop. Share it with your mother, she might appreciate it too. ;-)

Mother’s Day Gifts

Three sons left home, went out on their own and prospered. Getting back together, they discussed the gifts that they were able to give to their elderly mother.

The first said, “I built a big house for our mother.”

The second said, “I sent her a Mercedes with a driver.”

The third said, “I’ve got you both beat. You know how Mom enjoys the Bible and you know she can’t see very well. I sent her a brown parrot that can recite the entire Bible. It took twenty monks in a monastery 12 years to teach him. I had to pledge to contribute $100,000 a year for twenty years but it was worth it. Mom just has to name the chapter and verse, and the parrot will recite it.”

Soon thereafter, Mom sent out her letters of thanks.

She wrote to the first son, “Milton, the house you built is too big. I live in only one room, but I have to clean the whole house.”

She wrote to the second son, “Marvin, I am too old to travel. I stay home all the time, so I never used the Mercedes… and the driver is SO rude.”

She wrote to the third son, “Dearest Melvin, you were the only son to have the good sense to know what your mother likes… the chicken was delicious.”

Photo album
The child was a typical four-year-old girl — cute, inquisitive, bright as a new penny. When she expressed difficulty in grasping the concept of marriage, her father decided to pull out his wedding photo album, thinking visual images would help. One page after another, he pointed out the bride arriving at the church, the entrance, the wedding ceremony, the recessional, the reception, etc.
“Now do you understand?” he asked.
“I think so,” she said, “Is that when mommy came to work for us?”

A Sad Mother
A family was having dinner on Mother’s Day. For some reason the mother was unusually quiet. Finally the husband asked what was wrong.
“Nothing,” said the woman.
Not buying it, he asked again, “Seriously, what’s wrong?”
“Well, I’ll tell you. I have cooked and cleaned and fed the kids for 15 years and on Mother’s Day, you don’t even tell me so much as ‘Thank you’.”
“Why should I? Not once in 15 years have I gotten a Father’s Day gift.”
“Yes,” she said. “But I’m their real mother.”

White hairs
One day, a little girl is sitting and watching her mother do the dishes at the kitchen sink. She suddenly notices that her mother has several strands of white hair sticking out in contrast to her brunette hair. She looks at her mother and inquisitively asks, “Why are some of your hairs white, Mom?”
Her mother replied, “Well, every time that you do something wrong and make me cry or unhappy, one of my hairs turns white.”
The little girl thought about this revelation for a while and then asked, “Momma, how come all of grandma’s hairs are white?”

My ultimate favourite is this one-line definition:

Sweater – What you wear when your mother gets cold.

Happy Mother’s Day!

Chiao Kee

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What My Mother Never Taught Me – In My Own Words


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My book is almost ready for public viewing so I thought I would share an excerpt from one of the chapters here. It is only a few paragraphs from Chapter Six but I hope you like it enough to want to read the rest of the book.

To register for FREE chapters of the book, go to:

http://chiaokeelim.com/what-my-mother-never-taught-me/

I hope you’ve enjoyed this sneak peek. Be patient with me while the final touches are being put together.

Much love and gratitude,

Chiao Kee

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10 Things Your Dog Would Say To You If It Could


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I saw this note on Facebook one day and it moved me to tears. Go through the list and see what I added at the end.

10 Things Your Dog Would Say To You If It Could

  1.  My life is likely to last 10 to 15 years. Any separation from you will be painful, remember that before you get me.
  2. Give me time to understand what you want of me.
  3. Place your trust in me—it is crucial to my well being.
  4. Do not be angry at me for long, and do not lock me up as punishment.
  5. You have your work, your entertainment, and your friends. I only have you.
  6. Talk to me sometimes. Even if I don’t understand your words, I understand your voice when it is speaking to me.
  7. Be aware that however you treat me, I will never forget.
  8. Remember before you hit me that I have teeth that could easily hurt you, but I choose not to bite you because I love you.
  9. Before you scold me for being uncooperative, obstinate or lazy, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I might not be getting the right food, or I have been out too long, or my heart is getting too old and weak.
  10. Take care of me when I get old, you too will grow old. Go with me on difficult journeys. Never say, “I cannot bear to watch.” or “Let it happen in my absence.” Everything is easier for me if you are there, even my death.
    Remember that I love you.

Now, think of this list in its simplest form, ignoring all specific details like age and teeth, instead of picturing your dog (or a dog) in your mind, picture your mother, your father, your spouse, your child or your friend, and remember that these are the ten things they could say to you but they often don’t.

Remember that every single being has feelings of its own. Just because these feelings are not expressed or verbalized does not mean they don’t exist. Remember this list the next time you look into the eyes of someone you love—or someone who loves you. These are the same ten things they could say to you but don’t.

To Man’s Best Friend,

Chiao Kee

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