My First Ever Blog Post
Today, a friend asked me: do u still remember when is the first post of your blog? why u blog? and what u blog?
For sure, yes. But I do not really remember what I exactly wrote about (I remember my mood at that time) and also the exact date (I know is June 2005).
Am not thinking to reveal the old blog. I've changed it, even those who read it in the past, do not know the new URL. It's a nice feeling reading what you wrote in the past. It's like going back to the moment.
However, I know I've grown and learned a lot since the first post, till now. Let me share with you, my first ever blog post, written in Sydney, Australia.
First Post of Mine
13 June 2005, 1:40pm
This is the first time for me to write something about myself and make it available on the Internet. Have only written to a few close friends regarding how I feel towards my life before.
I have been in Sydney for a week, temporarily staying at a place called Prospect, which is accessible from the Blacktown station. I use the word "temporarily" because I want to move to a new place, according to where I'm going to get a job soon. Hope that this day is not far away from now. Today's the Queen's Birthday public holiday in Australia. I'd say that I've put enough effort in job hunting last week, and I'll start again tomorrow, for this week.
Have been feeling very down a few days before I left Toowomba, the place I have been during the past 2 years (since 2003). I made the decision to come over to Sydney for more job opportunities once I got my Graduate Skilled visa, and I never thought that I'd feel unwilling to leave my old and good friends there. During my last week in Toowoomba, they have done a lot of things for me. Although their actions were not explicitly spoken out, I could still feel them very well, and was extremely touched with them. During the moment I hugged my really really good friends whom we have known each other for the third year here in Australia (before I got onto the McCafferty's coach) I was unable to control my tears. I slightly wiped away my tears in front of them but I burst into tears when I was on the bus. The old women and men looked at me with smile when I got onto the bus and passed their seats. I felt somewhat embarassed.
I have never had such feeling when I got to leave my friends. This time was just too weird and special for me. I have been thinking of the reasons. Finally, I personally feel that this time I left them with a lot of uncertainties awaiting me in the near future. Hence I was scared and felt I need them to be with me. When I left my secondary school-mates in Sekinchan to Penang; when I left all the friends in Malaysia to Australia, I was sure with what I was going to do soon in the new place. But it's not so for this time.
To be honest, last week was the hardest time I have ever undergone in my 22-year life. Tears came out almost everyday, and the people I normally talked to (which then release my pressure) were not around. Fortunately I still have the Internet and phone with me. I was still able to have email correspondences, chats over the messengers, as well as to talk over the phone. At the same time, I ate something wrongly which then seriously worsened the problems with my skin. I suffered from the skin problems both physically and emotionally.
This added to my negative emotion. That was the first time I felt I was weak. I don't like this feeling indeed. I don't like to feel that I'M WEAK!
One night, I got a call from a good friend from Malaysia. I was surpised with the call and somewhat guilty for the money he had to spend for that. Then, I received my mum's email, which was full of concern and encouragement. I gained energy from them and started the next day with more positive thoughts. Then I realised something again: what happens to us does not actually decide our happiness, but the way we think about what happens to us. I found that I was a happier character when I tried to have positive thinking, even though everything around me was still the same.
Anyway, during the "hard times" I have undergone, I could once again see clearly the people that are nice to me in my life. I appreciate them and I feel I'm a fortunate one compared to a lot of others. Ignorance is bliss?? It could be untrue, especially when the things you realise/know are good.
Reading this again, my only feeling is 轻舟已过万重山. Sorry, don't know how to translate this proverb into English. It's just like... a lot of things that we thought was a problem, has not been a problem, for very very long time (很多东西，都会过去。当年觉得难熬的日子，原来都已经远去。而且还是，很远很远。)
Tonight, I suddenly feel that I'm very bad in translating!
For sure, yes. But I do not really remember what I exactly wrote about (I remember my mood at that time) and also the exact date (I know is June 2005).
Am not thinking to reveal the old blog. I've changed it, even those who read it in the past, do not know the new URL. It's a nice feeling reading what you wrote in the past. It's like going back to the moment.
However, I know I've grown and learned a lot since the first post, till now. Let me share with you, my first ever blog post, written in Sydney, Australia.
First Post of Mine
13 June 2005, 1:40pm
This is the first time for me to write something about myself and make it available on the Internet. Have only written to a few close friends regarding how I feel towards my life before.
I have been in Sydney for a week, temporarily staying at a place called Prospect, which is accessible from the Blacktown station. I use the word "temporarily" because I want to move to a new place, according to where I'm going to get a job soon. Hope that this day is not far away from now. Today's the Queen's Birthday public holiday in Australia. I'd say that I've put enough effort in job hunting last week, and I'll start again tomorrow, for this week.
Have been feeling very down a few days before I left Toowomba, the place I have been during the past 2 years (since 2003). I made the decision to come over to Sydney for more job opportunities once I got my Graduate Skilled visa, and I never thought that I'd feel unwilling to leave my old and good friends there. During my last week in Toowoomba, they have done a lot of things for me. Although their actions were not explicitly spoken out, I could still feel them very well, and was extremely touched with them. During the moment I hugged my really really good friends whom we have known each other for the third year here in Australia (before I got onto the McCafferty's coach) I was unable to control my tears. I slightly wiped away my tears in front of them but I burst into tears when I was on the bus. The old women and men looked at me with smile when I got onto the bus and passed their seats. I felt somewhat embarassed.
I have never had such feeling when I got to leave my friends. This time was just too weird and special for me. I have been thinking of the reasons. Finally, I personally feel that this time I left them with a lot of uncertainties awaiting me in the near future. Hence I was scared and felt I need them to be with me. When I left my secondary school-mates in Sekinchan to Penang; when I left all the friends in Malaysia to Australia, I was sure with what I was going to do soon in the new place. But it's not so for this time.
To be honest, last week was the hardest time I have ever undergone in my 22-year life. Tears came out almost everyday, and the people I normally talked to (which then release my pressure) were not around. Fortunately I still have the Internet and phone with me. I was still able to have email correspondences, chats over the messengers, as well as to talk over the phone. At the same time, I ate something wrongly which then seriously worsened the problems with my skin. I suffered from the skin problems both physically and emotionally.
This added to my negative emotion. That was the first time I felt I was weak. I don't like this feeling indeed. I don't like to feel that I'M WEAK!
One night, I got a call from a good friend from Malaysia. I was surpised with the call and somewhat guilty for the money he had to spend for that. Then, I received my mum's email, which was full of concern and encouragement. I gained energy from them and started the next day with more positive thoughts. Then I realised something again: what happens to us does not actually decide our happiness, but the way we think about what happens to us. I found that I was a happier character when I tried to have positive thinking, even though everything around me was still the same.
Anyway, during the "hard times" I have undergone, I could once again see clearly the people that are nice to me in my life. I appreciate them and I feel I'm a fortunate one compared to a lot of others. Ignorance is bliss?? It could be untrue, especially when the things you realise/know are good.
Reading this again, my only feeling is 轻舟已过万重山. Sorry, don't know how to translate this proverb into English. It's just like... a lot of things that we thought was a problem, has not been a problem, for very very long time (很多东西，都会过去。当年觉得难熬的日子，原来都已经远去。而且还是，很远很远。)
Tonight, I suddenly feel that I'm very bad in translating!
3 comments:
脆弱的咏涵不是我认识的咏涵啊。时间真的是最好的药，什么伤口都可以愈合。明天总是会更好。
kun, your statement is a very strong injection to me!
是的，时间是，遗忘也是。
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