2009-02-08 13:56
马上要出门了,但还是觉得少了点什么。于是翻开笔记本,记下旅行的缘由。
这本应该属于澳洲旅行的一部分。海南之行是黄金海岸的替代。当初因为省钱的考虑,我说妈妈,黄金海岸就不去了,海南也是一样的,也有我们最喜欢的海,冬天去海南吧,这个澳洲的夏天就让我读书,做一些旅行之外更加有意义的事情。
没有后悔过,我为了钱和学习留在悉尼,因为这样我才更加珍惜这次去海南,去三亚。
不管世事如何,不管现实,无论什么时候,我的内心仍存在童话。
喜欢的海,喜欢的天堂,我要守住^_______^
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2008-06-07 12:21
命运在这里,虽然不是掌握在我自己的手上,却也不能不去抗争。------摘自《恍然如梦》
下午洗完澡出来,想想明天的这时候就该是在飞机上了,心里还是有一点念念不舍。
听着空间里那首<i still call Australia home>,想起最后一节课上第一次听到这首歌,心里明明答应要随遇而安,好去好来,潜意识里还是忍不住感伤。
我想收回早上的话,我到这里来的三个月,到底还是学到一点东西的。
我的英语虽然没有突飞猛进,甚至在语音上,澳洲带有乡村口音的英语破坏了我本来一口流利圆润的美式发音,但我懂得了在文章之上看生词,品尝作者的情感;我学到了质朴的表达发式,虽然不及记下(我恐怕回去后就生涩了吧),但是我不再骄傲的俯瞰自己的英语作文,其中多少中式的表达已足够让我嘲笑当时的稚嫩。
和别人交谈我仍然不自在,特别是和同龄的男孩子(我该坦白一点,也不顾及什么面子了),脸红是不可避免的事。我从小都在一套严肃的教育体制下长大,当别的男孩子在地铁站与我主动搭讪时,我便连基本的g'day, can i help you 都不会说了。可我至少真诚以待,在这条与人交往沟通的道路上,我还有很多功课要做,很可能它就是我人生今后的发展轨迹,我很努力的学习,虽然进步微小,但总在过程中感悟并快乐。
到了上海不再是路盲了,给我一张地图就可以把整个上海玩转一圈。独立和自由的日子里,我学会自己找寻目的地,这种感觉,很是骄傲。
由于遇到了来自世界各地的朋友,我对地理产生了浓厚的兴趣。从一个地理从来不及格并怀有厌恶情绪的丫头到如今饶有兴致地问朋友国家地理和国际关系的18岁YOUNG LADY,这当中的成长还是让我欣喜若狂。
图书馆是我常去的地方,我倾注了很多的感情。我的英语水平在当地低下,只能借一些带有彩图的少儿读物,但正是这些类似连环画的书增补了我多方面的知识。历史最多,宗教其二。
从傲慢与偏见,艾玛之类的简易长篇小说,到最近的爱因斯坦和相对论,凯撒大帝,古罗马的生活,埃及艳后等连环画,虽然总是急不可耐不肯细读,但对于宗教,古罗马的历史和发展框架有了浅薄的认识。
报纸和电视新闻的阅读让我对澳洲政治体制有了新的认识,同时修进了自己对于是非的判断,对于事物的多角度观察。
最令我开心的是,我拥有了一群新的来自世界各国的朋友,他们愿意与我分享, 和我交谈。我碰上了顶好的老师,她们聆听并解决了我很多幼稚且恼人的问题,她们启发我的思考并鼓励我进行团队合作,临行前为我祝福为我开告别会,她们让我向往做一个multi-task person。
这样说来,我的收获还算有些。
命运对我很公平,甚至赐予了我一段努力后的闲暇时光,我却没有最妥善的利用。如果我更努力和清醒,结局,也许就不一样了,不至于像现在这样,对自己还有不满意,对过去还有后悔。扪心自问,这三个月,我确实浪费了不少时光,不该,不该。
在拥有一切条件的时候,就更应该和命运抗争,去拿更好。坦白说来,我想象中的收获应该不只是一句:我还是学到一点东西的。过去的时光,只剩下惭愧,却无法挽回。
既是旅程的最后一站,就让这方博客陪着我离开。长大后再度回首,最不希望自己感怀:现在还是和当初一样。
明天早上就要离开,我估摸也没有时间再次触碰这里,这就是我三个月澳洲之行的最后一篇日志了,如题,就这样封存吧,留在记忆里一些,忘记的可以回头察看。
再见,澳大利亚,再见,悉尼。
最后把所有的幸运和祝福,统统送给在家乡奋战的同胞,希望你们超常发挥,打赢这场战役,我与你们同在。 |
2008-06-07 09:31
对自己是有点失望的,竟然走的时候,却什么都带不走,准确地说,我从不曾拥有。
闷闷得问自己:学到点什么呢?好像张开嘴就有好多话要说,到头来,却什么也说不出口。
是对自己太苛刻了吧,我还是不习惯装模作样的鼓励自己,毕竟,我确实是两手空空的回去。
记得上次回去的时候,好像是带着使命和梦想,回去之后就不一样了。改变不定是一件坏事,不能总是没有感情的自我,有时还需要迎合世界,迎合周围的人。
这次回去,除了和来这里一样满满的两手行李,心里却装不了任何新的东西。
我什么都没有改变。很好,改变也不是我这次来的目的。
那我这次来的目的是什么呢?
是贪恋,是不实际的祈求。
得到了吗?
既然是贪恋,是不实际的祈求,那肯定是得不到的。
但也不再伤心了,因为贪恋已不是贪恋,不实际的祈求也该放手。
这叫什么?心如止水?
此话严重了,我不过是放弃了欲望。
现在倒是想家了,虽然在我眼里又即将是囚禁的生活,但回到熟悉的地方总有意象的好处。
念家,念自己的小屋,念自己是小屋主人的身份。
念家,念朋友,念他们是否一番风顺。
念家,念熟悉的南京路,人民广场,文庙,五角场,八百伴,还有诸多曾经留恋过往的地方。
这样来说,到像个懦弱的人,不停的寻找庇护和心灵满足,实现后却又生生的厌恶,追求新的满足。
我不过是个世俗的凡人,自私的填补着各色犯下的错误,坚决不悔改,不回头。
幸好还是硬逼着自己写下了一点日志,80篇日志简单的记录着心情和微小的收获,提醒自己曾去过异国的足迹。
日后回头翻看,也算给自己一个关于17岁青春的交代。
上海,我即将与你重逢。 |
2008-06-06 17:15
我只要你:尽人事
勿急,勿躁,勿分神。
从容,专注。
我祝福你,但更多的是你面对自己。
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2008-06-05 10:33
今天早上看了很有趣的一片文章, 出自韩寒的博客。
以前对韩寒的了解也不过就是新概念作文一等奖,严重偏科,有思想,转行搞赛车,很吊。
也无所谓喜欢不喜欢韩寒,对于他的了解也仅存于一片新概念作文和断断续续残缺不全的媒体报道,今天看了他新写的博文,想想这小子还有点思想,顿时以前所有关于他的劲暴报道灰飞烟灭,看来实践才是检验真理的唯一标准,文化大革命后的这句话一语点醒梦中人,对于现在的我们也是很有启示的嘛。
《不要动不动就举国暴怒》是篇好文。有逻辑,有分析,有真理。
韩寒是个能真正安静下来想问题的人,他能判断。
从小课本就叫我们不要断章取义,一路伴我们从小学,初中,一直走到成人。中国采纳的是义务教育,素质教育,相信大多数中国人都晓得正直,逻辑分析,为什么爱国之情将它吞灭了?
本来爱国是件好事,却要被极端化。在国外人的眼里,爱国的中国人会成为什么样子呢?
国家形象,确实需要所有国民的团结一心,但团结一心是因为想要拯救更多人的生命,关心国家命运,还是因为爱面子,绝不允许别的国家别的人任何负面的评论(即使别人也是善意)?
中国人的面子工程,什么时候才能结束?
我并没有反中国的意思。我也热爱中国,即使身在国外,当我5.12听到四川地震的时候,我的心也因为失去了千千万万的同胞而痛。我打电话回来,慰问情况,天天查看灾区情况,祈祷更多人得救,余震不再,我去中国城也献上了自己的微薄之力。
我知道家乡上海,捐资捐物,领养灾区的小孩,即使繁忙的高三学生也在学校捐款。这是我们实际的力量,这是我们的团结一心。这才是正确的人道主义行为。
中国今年祸事不断,庆幸大多数中国人团结一心挺了过来,我想换做许多西方国家,他们是做不到中国这样的。
但地震刚过一会,我们的民族情绪仍然高涨,甚至听不得别国的一句评论。我们怎么了?
中国是个民主和平的国家,不光是对内的,也该是对外的。别人有言论自由,我们走自己认为对的路就好了。
报应论是无稽之谈,我不否认莎朗斯通的前半段言论有点过激,有点刺耳,但人家还有后半段话呢,她实际想表达的是对中国的同情和关心,怎么就给断章取义了?
她本来是我们朋友的,我们却硬要把人家想成敌人。
即使别人言论是不善了,我们这样集体鄙视,大国的气度到哪里去了?
我们在害怕什么导致我们的不宽容?当然这绝对是讲给那些偏激的民族爱国情绪太过强烈的中国人听的。反正我的博客也比较闭塞没什么人晓得,我说这么多也不会被他们封杀。
美国很猛,但因为其不人道行为和暴力行为被别国很负面报道甚至妖魔化我也没见着人家美国人愤怒到哪里去。美国人还不是一心一意在搞经济么,还不是专心致志的想着怎么赚钱怎么投资么。
澳洲我很喜欢的,国家体制和稳定性也都挺好的,别国负面报道也不是不断么,就连本国的新闻也尽讲一些政府的坏话,罢工也是三天两头的小事,政府在做自我检讨和改进,国民努力过更好的生活,鸟都不鸟那些报道的。
哪天中国也这么猛了,别人说坏话我们不介意了,说的对的地方我们也能做检讨了,这就是气度出来了。这就叫宽容了,这样的中国人就是真正爱国主义了。
当然我绝对相信这一天不远了。
韩寒博客http://blog.sina.com.cn/s/blog_4701280b01009kdf.html |
2008-06-05 09:06

dear veronica:
you told me stay and fight.
you cared me and confirmed my talent.
i could do little but thank you. |
2008-06-03 14:44

with teacher kathy(left to me)
every tuesday morning, we discuss news, humanity, politics with you in class. Kathy, you asked me in the last class what i had learned during my 3-month stay in Australia . i do konw that i've got no improvement in English, that's for real. But i've opened my eyes. i have better judgement and vision through watching news and radio. i was very naive and innocent, but i am no more. i see the world and truth along with the help of yours.
with teacher Anette
Anette,you're a patient, patient, Monday morning good teacher. every word or phrase or sentence or idiom i have asked, no matter how stupid it might seem, you answered me with your full comprehension and attention. thank you for letting me konw 'touch wood' 'finger crossed','pissed off','for God's sake'.'rightio' etc. As Kathy opened my eyes, you upgraded my horizon.
you taught me the song" i still call Australia home". i like it very much, although shanghai is my real home and i like it very much, i'll reckon Australia my second home.
i still call Australia home
I've been to cities that never close down,
from New York to Rio and old London town,
but no matter how far or how wide I roam,
I still call Australia home.
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I'm always travelIing, I love being free,
and so I keep leaving the sun and the sea,
but my heart lies waiting over the foam,
I still call Australia home.
All the sons and daughters spinning 'round the world,
away from their family and friends,
[these lyrics are found on http://www.songlyrics.com]
but as the world gets older and colder,
it's good to know where your journey ends.
Someday we'll all be together once more,
when all of the ships come back to the shore,
I�ll realise something I've always known,
I still call Australia home.
but no matter how far or wide I roam,
I still call Australia I still call Australia, I still call Australia home.
but no matter how far or wide I roam,
I still call Australia I still call Australia, I still call Australia home.
and for all my Monday and Tuesday day-time course mates, thank you for your accompany and caring. i will see you by E-mail.
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2008-06-02 20:21

from left to right: deskmate, ucrane lady, funny jeffrey, little indian boy, grace, me, superteacher ceronica,kind jane, jeff mate, lady nanny, tv stadio man
now it's time for me to say goodbye to all of you, and good night. Guys, i will never forget you, you accompanied me every lonely monday night in australia. i learn a lot from you.
you're all experienced people and i am so very happy to be with you, talking about your jobs, your adventures. we have done speeches together, a start debate together, lots of teamwork together. i appreciate it very much that you took care of me---little sophie in your eyes.
deskmate, you are really a serious Iran man. wish you all good luvck in future and get your dreamjob.
ucrane lady, i receive a shocking romantic story from you, how can i forget the intonations and expressions of you when you're speaking?
jeffrey, funny, very funny. best fortune to your glassshop! i like ya!
indian boy, i like your eyelash and smile!
grace, you're a linguist and that's just the kind of person i wanna be!Admire~~~you!
teacher veronica, i'll talk you later.
jane, thank you for everytime offering a ride for me home. you're really a very kind and nice korean lady.
jeff,you're the first people i know in this class. wish you find your career here and live your ideal life.
lady nanny, thanks for informing about being a piano teacher here but still i reckon i'm not qualified yet.
tv stadio man!ah! you're very mature and attractive!hehe~
anyway, i big thank you to all of you. i must let go now, but deep in my heart, there'll be always a part for you, for all the time we've spent together, laughed together. i'll miss you guys, good night.
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2008-06-02 12:09
The Gift
for he led us,he said, to a joyous land
joining the town and just at hand
where waters gushed and fruit-trees grew
and flowers put forth a fairer hue
and everything was strange and new
the sparrows were brighter than peacocks here
and their dogs outran our fallow deer
the honey bees had lost their stings
and horses were born with eagles' wings
and just as i became assured
my lame foot would be speedily cured
the music stopped and i stood still
and found myself outside the hill
left alone against my will
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2008-06-01 09:54
哈哈!^_________________^
it's my 18th birthday!!yahoooooooooo! every moment is special on May 31th 2008, coz today is not only the happiest day of my life but also the start of my adulthood! i am a lady from now on!
the most exciting part of my 18th birthday is that i was brought to a buffet by uncle, auntie, cousin and mum! it is really a great surprise for me! thank you!
As everybody knows, i have got a shocking appetite, so $18ea is worth the money for me! i've changed 13 plates in total from seafood, pecking duck,fried noodles, chicken wings,bacon,salmon to dessert, cake, icecream, watermelon,flat white.
the following pictures are some delicious food in the buffet. i am sorry that i was too busy eating to forget to take pictures until the dessert comes. heihei~

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2008-05-31 10:24
whales

Humpback whales are 40-50 feet in length and weigh 35-40 tons (equal to the weight of 500 peopl) and travel at a maximum speed of around 16mph. They have a distinctive pigmentation pattern on the underside of their tail or fluke. This black and white pattern can be seen when the whale lifts its fluke out of the water when it dives. The pattern is different for each humpback, allowing researchers to identify individuals without the use of synthetic markers. The pattern also helps researchers to estimate population, life expectancy and migration patterns.
Humpback's flippers make them very distinctive. They are up to a third of the total length of the whale, at about 15 feet long and are also primarily white throughout the North Atlantic population.
Humpbacks are famous for their songs. These songs are structurally similar to the songs of birds. In the winter, when the whales are on their breeding grounds, the male humpbacks will hold their breath and sing for up to an hour. All the males of the same population sing the same song, and that song changes a little each year, as if they are changing a verse. Most commonly, it is believed that these songs are used to attract a female, though other theories exist. One such theory is that the songs are used to establish a territory.
Humpbacks are baleen whales, meaning they have no teeth. Instead, they have hundreds of hard, flexible plates of baleen inside their mouth. Each plate has a hair-like fringe on the inner edge. The baleen acts like a strainer to help the whale collect its food. The whale finds a school of small fish, like sand eels or herring, or cloud of krill, opens it mouth and engulfs the school or cloud. Then it pushes all the water out of its mouth and past the baleen plates. As this happens, all the small fish or krill get trapped on the inner hairy edge. The whale then scoops off the food with its tongue and swallows it whole.
death in Santaland

"According to Jon Ronson's research, Santa was recently killed in a car crash"... Travels With My Camera (More4)
It is rarely wise to look to 1970s glam rockers for one's life philosophy, but taking Wizzard's exuberant longing for it to be Christmas every day as a personal creed could be positively dangerous. Jon Ronson travelled with his camera, in the aptly named Travels With My Camera documentary series (More4), to the town of North Pole, Alaska, to make Death in Santaland. The town of North Pole was established in 1953, with the sole intention of attracting tourists and the toy industry to the home of Santa Claus. To this end, every shop and business has something to do with Christmas, the town is festooned with decorations all year round, and a sizable proportion of the adult population spends its days in elven costume.
As you might expect, this potent mix of enforced festivity, permanent denial of the passage of the seasons, and town-wide collusion in the existence of a mythical construct, creates a fertile breeding ground for eccentricities. There's Mary Christmas - named thus by her father "who loved Christmas so much". There was the man who played S Claus in the town grotto, who had changed his name by deed poll to Kriss Kringle. According to Ronson's research, he was recently killed in a car crash, but as no one in North Pole will admit to this, and as there is a Santa in the grotto and an elf called Cerys who insists nothing is amiss, the hope remains that reports of his death have been greatly exaggerated. Then there's the mayor, Doug Isaacson, who thinks the decline in the tourist trade can be reversed by having all the shopkeepers dressed as elves all the time. He meets with an almost incredible lack of resistance. "This might be the least rational place I've ever been to," notes Ronson with commendable understatement.
Proto-goth Jessie Desmond, 16 years old, says that Christmas is not her favourite time of year. "You're the first person I've met who's said that," says Ronson. "You should talk to more people," says Jessie, who keeps a revolver in her room and a list of things she hates on the wall. Top of this list is the sixth-grade curriculum at the local school, which requires the pupils to spend much of the (true) Christmas season answering the letters sent to Father Christmas from other children around the globe.
Thus, as Ronson points out, you end up with a town where the adults all appear to believe in Santa, while the children stare unblinkingly at the brutal truth: they're standing in for Santa because he doesn't exist. "There's always one kid who says, 'Wait, what are we doing?'" says Jessie. "And that's the one you want to look out for. The one who doesn't pay attention until it's right in front of them. They'll just be shattered."
Perhaps this shattering - along with the town's uneasy mixing of fantasy and reality - played a role in inspiring the six seventh-graders who were arrested for conspiracy to murder their classmates last year. They had apparently sourced their weaponry, drawn up a hitlist and planned to disrupt the telephones and electricity supplies. The boy who was supposed to bring the guns on the appointed day didn't turn up, so the plan was postponed; word was let slip to a parent and the six ringleaders of a gang of 15 were taken into custody.
Some townspeople - including the remarkably upbeat maths teacher and former mayor Jeff Jacobson - think the kids were all talk. The father of one of the six says his son maintains they would have gone through with it. Mayor Isaacson thinks the whole thing could have been avoided if the town had just been a little more Christmassy. "Let's just say that if the spirit of Christmas were permeating the entire soul of this community, no child would be feeling that despondent. What is the spirit of Christmas? Isn't it peace on earth and goodwill to all men?" In a way, you do have to admire the man.
The schoolkids in How the Other Half Learns (Five) were all, it was a relief to note, pretty happy with their lots. Jeremy, Tom and Libby are perfectly content, cloistered in the £18,000-a-year Wells Cathedral school; and Mustafa, Moeed and Michelle are equally pleased with life at their enormous comprehensive in Wembley, Preston Manor high school. By the end of the first episode, Mustafa and co were halfway through their exchange fortnight at Wells. There was a noticeable rise in levels of breaktime ebullience when they were around.
"I could tell that they weren't from Wells if I didn't know them," says Libby carefully. All their hosts are quite surprised to find out how clever the "London chavs" are. The "chavs" are, however, slightly concerned about their hosts. "They don't talk as much," says Moeed of his fellow classmates, before adding confidingly: "I think one of them's mute or something." Keep an eye on him, Moeed. It's possible he's planning something.
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2008-05-31 09:44
i watch drama, reality, news,competition etc. on tv in australia.but the most wonderful tv programmes i've ever watched are those documentaries which record every truth. through watching these documentaries,Not only can i improve English but also they help to enlarge my horizon.
My shocking story: half man, half tree

The series exploring remarkable tales of human experience continues with a profile of Dede, an Indonesian man suffering from a skin condition that has left him with tree-like growths on his hands and feet. Unable to work and forced to appear in a demeaning circus troupe, Dede's only hope lies in the visit of a dermatology specialist who may be able to diagnose his condition. Meanwhile, a man in Romania with a similar affliction undergoes experimental surgery to cure.
In a remote village in Indonesia, 36-year-old fisherman Dede (pictured) struggles to live an ordinary life. He has baffled doctors with an affliction so terrible that he can no longer work or venture out in public. Dede has root-like structures growing out of his limbs - branches that can grow up to five centimetres a year, and welts that cover his body. The mystery illness has robbed Dede of his independence and he lives in the fear that the welts, which first appeared when he was 15, may eventually cover his eyes and mouth, leaving him unable to eat or breathe.
Dede's case has come to the attention of Dr A Gaspari, a dermatologist at the University of Maryland. He makes the long journey by plane, boat and foot to Dede's village in the hope of diagnosing his illness. As Dr Gaspari opts to treat Dede with a medical solution, doctors in Romania are attempting to treat a man with a similar affliction. A farmer by the name of Ion has wart-like growths on his hands and feet that have prevented him from working. But in Ion's case, doctors have decided to embark on an experimental five-hour surgery to peel off the growths on one of his hands. Will this risky operation succeed?
love me, love my doll

this documentary is referred to show that reveal human sexuality in all its wondrous variety.
The subject is men who keep life-size dolls as their sexual partners. This could turn out to be sordid. But, considering how other documentaries in this timeslot treat their more unusual topics, I'm willing to bet it won't be. One of the attractive features of these sex documentaries is the respect the filmmakers afford their subjects.
"Real" dolls or love dolls are a popular item. The deluxe model comes as close as technology has been able to get to a flesh-and-blood Playboy centrefold. The range of faces, skin tones, wigs, make-up and pubic hair ensures that these men can approximate their ideal. But a photograph of one "dollator", as these men call themselves, and his partner reveals that these synthetic women can imitate the real thing only so far and no further. Her face lacks animation, as you would expect; it's fixed in the same bland look of acceptance. She also sits like a doll, her head and torso in the same unchanging line whether she's upright, supine or bent at the hips in an armchair. Though the manufacturer says he has striven to render her outer covering as soft and pliable as the skin of a real woman, there must remain something rubbery about her response to touch.
The intriguing thing is not the doll, however, but the dollator. The mannequin is merely the sign that points to the inner world of her owner. And this is what fascinates about these documentaries. Sexuality is less about what our bodies look like and do in certain situations than about how we perceive ourselves and others, what we want from others, what we get and how that encourages or clashes with our inner world. Some of these dollators are broken men, disfigured or deformed. Many of us would assume they are, since something must be preventing them from enjoying relationships with women who speak, feel and think. But many are not outwardly deformed. Obviously, all these men are secure in the knowledge that their love dolls won't talk back, won't say no, and won't wither into old age. The mannequins remain as fresh, buxom and ready as the day they dropped off the assembly line. That makes its own statement about the men who choose to pay $US6500 ($A8300) to obtain one.
The best documentaries in the Friday night sex-doc spot are honest examinations of human sexuality and how we relate to our bodies. They provide a stringent alternative to the soft-focus fantasies described in fictional dramas on TV.
The SBS sex-doc spot screens documentaries about conventional aspects of sexual behaviour and identity as well, such as prostitution from both sides of the transaction and virginity. It has looked at the job of the censor. It has shown how women react to the loss of their sexual power through ageing and menopause. All of these are worthwhile subjects.
But surely the most valuable aspect of these shows is that they give a voice to people who, through shame or social disapproval or lack of privilege, have traditionally been mute.
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2008-05-30 09:36
it's my last day at Hornsby college. i tried to listen to everyone with my heart but i was not sad.
i know what a miracle it is to meet you guys from all over the world. when i first came to the class, i was shy and uncertain, but now, i am confident and gratitude when leaving.
you kissed me and blessed me with your belief and sincerity, although i still cannot remember your name. we were strangers, we may not have an oppotunity to meet in the future, only at this moment we are so close to each other. i am lucky, cause god brings you to me along my life, being a part of fate. i admire your faith, your dedication and you yourself.
you two are the closest firends i have in this class. i had most of time with you, talking, listening and laughing.
Raphaela, you are really a gorgeous German girl. As a bagpacker, you work as a nanny here so that you can live and eat in the local family, at the mean time, get some money for your travelling. You are really brave to travel alone, i wish you enjoy your time in the next 10 months.
i've got the most impressful memory with you on the blue bench at the station, when you told me about your trip to europe. i listened attentively cause it's my dreamland. As if i had been there when i melt in your vivid and sweet description of France and Austra, thank you.

Sue, you are really pretty and don't deny it to yourself again. i've always interested in korean culture and once again you've confirmed me that i should learn more about your country. i am amazed to konw that korean students take chinese as one of their subject in primary school. when you and benjamin greeted me with a smile in chinese, i was so happy and shocked. i feel sorry that i know little about korea except it's soap tv series. you 're just like my big sister, we share the same hair style, i cannot believe that you have been married for two years and you're no longer in your twenties!
Anyway, Sue, you're sweet and beautiful in my eyes and i love ya.

and to those classmates who have all touched my life, it's my honor and pleasure to meet you all, what you gave me is far more than what i can receive. thank you for your generosity and tolerance.

last but the most important of all, a big hug and kiss to my teacher, Leona. thank you for taking care of me. i've never thought you would keep what i briefly mentioned once in class in heart. it was my first time being to a pub and drinking cappochino in a open cafe in a foreigh country.
we've had a really lovely chat and i enjoyed sitting in the sunshine, talking about different political situation and religion and culture in different countries with you. Leona, i am amazed by your knowledge of geography, it seemed that i should improve mine. And thank you Miriah, you shouted the bill, don't forget next time it would be my shout!
it's my privilage to meet you----fabulous guys in this fabulous country. i love you and i will miss you all.

from Left: Miriah, champer, Leona,I,Cindy

station

on a train

reading Einstine on the train
Hornsby shopping mall

the big fountain in front of the shopping mall

at the starbuck
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2008-05-28 13:27

small gifts

at the children's area of a supermarket

sky:in fact it was a lovely pink but i was such a poor cameraman

at Eastwood library:every morning there's a tv for kids so they sit around and watch it with their parents

hello kitties~

two parrots were happily eating my breakfast.

units of the block

a graceful lady walking in front of me

here we go:uncle's house

the gate

doing some little exercises

tired after wandering around:look at my chubby legs
with my koala puppy:kiss ya AUSTRALIA (giggling)
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2008-05-27 14:29
习惯每天早上的鸟鸣,太阳明亮的照在白色的床单上,晕眩着脑袋爬起来,开始一天的生活。
一天八小时的睡眠,大概对上海正在奋斗的朋友们是种奢侈吧。我把别人最拼命最痛苦的时光,拿来过最逍遥最闲适的生活。是不是很肤浅呢?
想起以前的战友们,还有一个星期就要面临高考了,不知道他们的情况怎样,紧张和压抑,大概还略大于我当年面对中考的情绪吧,虽然我觉得那已经是人的极限了。。今年的平行志愿给了很多人公平竞争的机会,但是新政策意味着诸多无法预知的定数,我希望你们都能拿到最好的分数。
我想起来三个月前被复旦小语种预录取的时候,很多人都羡慕我这么早就脱离苦海。也许现在你们会不以为然,我不过是将来俄语系的普通学生,而你们可以拥有更好。班里会有很多朋友成为我日后的校友(专业肯定都比我热),我冒然估算也有十个吧。这样算来我是不太有出息的一个,唯一让我比你们骄傲的大概是我拥有一本感情真挚的细致的同学录,谁让我占尽先机第一个给你们写呢。
我很想念大家,我也希望大家梦想成真。我不愿意打扰大家,只是在一个月前悄悄的打给班主任电话。怎么在我走之后你们变的这么猛了,方老师在电话那头告诉我化学我们只差理科班平均分0.1的时候,我怎么也不敢相信这是我们六班的成绩。小O和小宝线外加了分,还有交大的上外的加二十的好几个,语文我们年级第二英语第三,你们的前景无限美好么。
我期待着回来以后听到那么多好消息,也期待组织结业饭。会不会和你们距离远了,生疏了,不知道还会不会有人摸我的头叫我小罗利班长(是这么拼的么)反正我不会生气了。回来以后,大概融入不了你们的世界了吧,毕竟我没有同甘共苦最后的三个月啊。没关系,最重要是你们实现自己的梦想。。。也许你们高考过后会看得到这些文章,看到我的祝福,看到我想念大家的心情。兴许还会原谅我肤浅的飞到国外的这最后三个月。
相比起你们,我确实像活在天堂一样。我没有压力,也没有一定要达到的目的,我在度假,我在旅游,我过的可能是这一辈子最自由舒服的三个月。
我看遍了整个悉尼,去过首都,爬过山,发过很长时间的呆。
我每个星期去次图书馆,看有没有捐款活动(这意味着有抽奖和免费早饭),找几本我喜欢看的彩图英语漫画书,借几盘年代很久的电影,兴趣好的时候会做做摘抄。
我也有上课,只是比较轻松。大多是小组活动,做个项目,讨论一个社会热点,或是辩论。演讲也有,但因为没人逼我做所以很懒散,效果不佳。
我最喜欢的部分是一个人逛街,不是我嫌弃我妈,而是有时候就是空闲的日子,我也想要独处的机会,哪怕一天,穿的很休闲在街上闲逛,累的时候坐在台阶上,跟小孩子打个招呼,趁他妈妈不注意的时候欺负一下小朋友也是很开心的一件事。饿了就买个好吃的面包,价格不超过两个澳币,吃不掉的喂广场上的鸽子。看到好看的衣服会驻足一会,如果搞特价我也会考虑买下来,前提是不超过五个澳币,所以这种事情从来都没有发生过。咖啡店的味道很香,即使不能坐在里面也是种味觉的享受。这里的人都很客气,对于来自其他国家的人,他们既不热爱也不嫌弃,他们无视。(很少有国家能做到热爱的)但老太太是很可爱的,我经常向她们问路,她们会讲的很细致给你听。文化或者种族或者宗教冲突在这个包容的城市很少发生,每个人都是条风景线,坐在80年代的火车上,看看周围的人听听音乐是种实在的享受。
我喜欢独行,在中国有时感到孤单,在这里只是寂寞,但充实。
姑姑烧的菜很好吃,但这里的食物都偏油腻。如果不想象上次来那样长十斤肉就必须少吃培根。
晚上看电视总感觉时间过的很快,偶尔会想想心事,郁闷或者忧愁个几下子。大多是想你们。
生活简单的重复,从一开始的兴奋到如今的习惯,我又沉默在轮回里。我大概不会去一个国家三次的吧。
还有十二天就要回来了。三个月像箭一样。蓓说她怎么也不敢相信就要高考了,她还没有准备好呢。。我该是安慰还是鼓励。所有我能够想象的言语都很无力。这种处境只有自己的体会才是真谛。要坚强,要倔强。最好朋友人生的转折点,我只能望着你痛苦的挣扎和选择,却没有插手的能力,对不起。
上海的朋友,往日的战友,都要加油。 特别献给蛙,蛋,猛男。蓓,同桌,庄。 |
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满满月月
女, 岁
海外 悉尼
froggy my best ever friend , one i treasure much
bird my best ever friend ,soulmate
mama someone always looks after me
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