最近，project 进行得不是很顺。
咳。。。
感觉做什么都不对。
project 被唸，意见不一，
概念不明，倾倾reject,
reject, 再 reject
被鸟，鸟，
鸟了，再鸟。。。
像泄了气的汽球，
做什么都提不起劲。
烦烦烦，连烦什么都不知道。
感觉脑袋跟心像被掏空似的。
学阿薯话斋：“上山无力，落山无boo-rek"
哈哈。。。听歌吧~
《漂洋过海来看你》
这七个字，我彻底地了解。
快五年了，他乡我乡，
偶尔会有分不清的时候。
再陌生的城市里，
还是有那么一个让你窝心的角落。
有时候，事物是没有好坏的，
只是看你们能不能 click.
=D
Monday, August 18, 2014
Sunday, August 3, 2014
九零后的我们 Gen Y-Z
真的很久很久很久没有听中文的演说了。
最近朋友们在脸书上分享了中国的电视演说比赛。
Translation:
I'm a Law student.
Out of all the lecturers I have had so far,
none of them ever disagree to a statement:
"It is true that the law and regulations
have stated such and such ...
But..... BUT, in the reality,
it is always the other way round."
Reality is so real,
So so real that it becomes such surrealistic that
doesn't conform to its own rules and regulations.
Man who follows the rules rarely get what he wants,
while those who don't often bag everything on the table.
Therefore, it has been part of the norm to have
seniors tapping my shoulder while sighing to my
"immaturity" and "over-optimism".
I would like to project this question to Gen Y-Z.
"What can you contribute to this society?
How can you benefit this world?"
Someday,
the national reserve bank will be chaired by a Gen Y-Z
Someday, Wallstreet will be filled with Gen Y-Z entrepreneurs.
It might sound absurd,
but, someday,
The Gen Y-Z will be some countries'
PM and President.
In short,
someday, the society will be passed onto us,
the Gen Y-Z.
That's the fact.
But, the uncertainty is
what are we giving back to the society
and how are we going to deal with it?
I'm not saying that we will each hold a position
which have impetuous effects on the country.
Instead, what I'm trying to imply is that
all of us are nothing but a small
and almost negligible fragment of the entire society.
a.k.a "fry".
Our life is planned the moment we are borned.
When we're young,
we're told that academic excellence is the purpose of living.
When we graduated from college/universities,
having a handsomely-paid job is a must.
Approaching our 30s,
we're instructed that it's time to settle down,
and spend the most glorious 20 years of our life
paying our mortgages.
You may say that we "lived".
But I've a question:
"Did you live a 'life'?"
We're so focused that
we eventually loose focus
on the environmental issues,
and have no interest in the country's fate.
Spending so much time and energy
focussing on our lives,
we simply don't have anymore to spare
on contributing back to the society.
Much ironic huh?
However, I've figured out something
which I think all of us could accomplish.
It is to be good no matter how old or useless we get.
No matter if we end up being
a factory's CEO or a street vendor.
We can still choose to be good,
and stay enthical.
Do choose to defend that one
most important ethic in life,
despite having millions excuses
to not do so.
最近朋友们在脸书上分享了中国的电视演说比赛。
当中，媛媛的《唤醒90后的社会责任》给予
我的共鸣还蛮大的。
当风口浪尖的大人物落幕时，
生活需要的是默不吭声，
坚守其职的好人们。
Translation:
I'm a Law student.
Out of all the lecturers I have had so far,
none of them ever disagree to a statement:
"It is true that the law and regulations
have stated such and such ...
But..... BUT, in the reality,
it is always the other way round."
Reality is so real,
So so real that it becomes such surrealistic that
doesn't conform to its own rules and regulations.
Man who follows the rules rarely get what he wants,
while those who don't often bag everything on the table.
Therefore, it has been part of the norm to have
seniors tapping my shoulder while sighing to my
"immaturity" and "over-optimism".
I would like to project this question to Gen Y-Z.
"What can you contribute to this society?
How can you benefit this world?"
Someday,
the national reserve bank will be chaired by a Gen Y-Z
Someday, Wallstreet will be filled with Gen Y-Z entrepreneurs.
It might sound absurd,
but, someday,
The Gen Y-Z will be some countries'
PM and President.
In short,
someday, the society will be passed onto us,
the Gen Y-Z.
That's the fact.
But, the uncertainty is
what are we giving back to the society
and how are we going to deal with it?
I'm not saying that we will each hold a position
which have impetuous effects on the country.
Instead, what I'm trying to imply is that
all of us are nothing but a small
and almost negligible fragment of the entire society.
a.k.a "fry".
Our life is planned the moment we are borned.
When we're young,
we're told that academic excellence is the purpose of living.
When we graduated from college/universities,
having a handsomely-paid job is a must.
Approaching our 30s,
we're instructed that it's time to settle down,
and spend the most glorious 20 years of our life
paying our mortgages.
You may say that we "lived".
But I've a question:
"Did you live a 'life'?"
We're so focused that
we eventually loose focus
on the environmental issues,
and have no interest in the country's fate.
Spending so much time and energy
focussing on our lives,
we simply don't have anymore to spare
on contributing back to the society.
Much ironic huh?
However, I've figured out something
which I think all of us could accomplish.
It is to be good no matter how old or useless we get.
No matter if we end up being
a factory's CEO or a street vendor.
We can still choose to be good,
and stay enthical.
Do choose to defend that one
most important ethic in life,
despite having millions excuses
to not do so.
Friday, August 1, 2014
Maria Island
Weeks back, went on a trip with a small group of my classmates.
Tooooooo..... Maria Island!!!
Before talking bout the trip,
it's pronounced as "Mariah"
as in Mariah Carey,
and not the usual
stereotypical maid's name.
=P
Firstdisastrous night
The island is almost 2 and a half hour drive from Launnie.
We have to catch a ferry from a small town called "Triabunna".
Once arrived, we're greeted by a row of silos.
They were used by the convicts to produce cement in the past.
Basically, we didn't do much on the first night.
Just a simple dinner and jamming/card playing sessions.
Weather was pretty cold when I sneaked into my warm sleeping bag.
Happy and content.
Unfortunately, that didn't last very long.
The rain got really heavy till my tent cried for mercy,
while my sleeping bag "begged" for dry-ness.
Of course, without a sleeping mat,
my sleeping bag is semi-soaked in water.
With tassie's winter chill,
a wet sleeping bag = cold = Hypothermia!!
I was still in a "denial state" when I first notice that my sleeping bag's wet.
But luckily, my dry-or-die spirit forced me out from my sleep.
Dragging my wet, cold sleeping bag,
I grabbed the essentials:
head-torch, sandals and beanie.
Rushed to the nearest hut,
and luckily the fire is not completely out yet.
Spent my first few minutes rekindling the fire,
topping up few firewoods,
The rest of the hour
was spent cursing myself and
my sleeping bag....hahahhaha
Well.... all is good.
I manage to dry myself up
within an hour though.
Afterall, Song's a cockroach,
he wouldn't die that easily.
MATE!
SECOND DAY
We later descend from the Bishop and Clerk,
had our late lunch and decided that it's time for the
iconic Painted Cliffs!
Tooooooo..... Maria Island!!!
Before talking bout the trip,
it's pronounced as "Mariah"
as in Mariah Carey,
and not the usual
stereotypical maid's name.
=P
First
The island is almost 2 and a half hour drive from Launnie.
We have to catch a ferry from a small town called "Triabunna".
 |
| To infinity and beyond! |
 |
They were used by the convicts to produce cement in the past.
 |
| 往 campsite 出发咯！ |
Once arrived at our campsite, tents were pitched before it gets too dark.
FYI, sun sets almost completely at 5.30 pm during winter in Tassie.
And..... my tent was set on a shit hole...
haha.... which floods when it rains heavily.
and it did later on!!!
 |
| Robbie flashing his skills =P |
Basically, we didn't do much on the first night.
Just a simple dinner and jamming/card playing sessions.
Weather was pretty cold when I sneaked into my warm sleeping bag.
Happy and content.
Unfortunately, that didn't last very long.
The rain got really heavy till my tent cried for mercy,
while my sleeping bag "begged" for dry-ness.
Of course, without a sleeping mat,
my sleeping bag is semi-soaked in water.
With tassie's winter chill,
a wet sleeping bag = cold = Hypothermia!!
I was still in a "denial state" when I first notice that my sleeping bag's wet.
But luckily, my dry-or-die spirit forced me out from my sleep.
Dragging my wet, cold sleeping bag,
I grabbed the essentials:
head-torch, sandals and beanie.
Rushed to the nearest hut,
and luckily the fire is not completely out yet.
Spent my first few minutes rekindling the fire,
topping up few firewoods,
The rest of the hour
was spent cursing myself and
my sleeping bag....hahahhaha
Well.... all is good.
I manage to dry myself up
within an hour though.
Afterall, Song's a cockroach,
he wouldn't die that easily.
MATE!
SECOND DAY
Despite a horrible bit from the night before,
we were up early and all ready for a hike!
(at least I did)
 |
| Passed by an abandoned brick barn |
 |
| Unknown cemetery |
 |
| Ryan, Lisa with the "Bishop and Clerk Summit" backdrop |
 |
| Fossils at the fossil cliffs! |
 |
| 2 hours ascend to the summit |
 |
| The view at the top is simply remarkable! |
had our late lunch and decided that it's time for the
iconic Painted Cliffs!
 |
| Mummy wombat and baby wombat *I WANNA SQUISH THEM SO BADLY!!!* |
 |
| 拍写~ 自恋照 |
 |
| favourite picture of the trip *HAPPY* |
LAST DAY
Last day was spent waking up early,
catching the sun rise which we missed the day before,
and some island exploration on our own.
 |
| Always love the photo of sunset/rise Shadows tell lots of stories about a person/friend. |
 |
| Life - best served chilled. |
 |
| Another pretty cottage |
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| I just feel like marching when I see this chimney |
It's indeed a short trip,
and final get-away before our final semester begins!
OMG.... when can I have this kind of peace
and picturesque setting again?
Sayonara and till me meet again!
=D
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