my blog has moved to http://leeyoungphotography.blogspot.com

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REDIRECTED

I just added a redirecting metatag to this site-- and I think it's working well!! I don't think anyone could see this blog btw, hahaha... Everyone will be directed to my NEW photoblog http://leeyoungphotography.blogspot.com/ :)

Not sure how many pageviews would a new post in this old, abandoned blog generate?

NEW BLOG.

G'day readers! what a long break! In fact, I actually created a new blog writing specifically about photography and will post there from now on.

My new blog's address: http://leeyoungphotography.blogspot.com/

Thanks!

Young.

I’m back.

Back to the place I once belong.

Back to this blog.

Back to my home.

When I met my friends they asked me how’s the life in Australia. Hmm, not as colourful as expected, and perhaps a little bit disappointing.

True, even with its stable economy and security, I can’t help but cringe at the sight of uneducated, savagely bogans looming on the street at night, shouting and swearing like animals finding for partners during mating season.

And it’s just the difference. The barrier. The feeling that you don’t belong there. The feeling of strangeness.

Don’t get me wrong, because most of the people there are very nice, helpful and friendly. On the second day after reaching Hobart, I met a very helpful guy who helped me to move my big mattress from the city to my house with his pickup truck. When walking on the street, more often than not you’ll see people smiling towards you. The people there say ‘please’, and ‘thank you’. And their driving manners. And courtesy. And much more.

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Back to Malaysia, my home.

Everything seems so familiar here just like it's part of you. The weather feels familiar: hot and moist. The road feels familiar: busy and sometimes dirty. The people here feels one of yourself. Heck, even the longkang feels familiar.

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There are some things that need to be lost to learn its preciousness. It has never dawned on me that the life here (in Malaysia) is what I really want. It’s the day that I set my foot out of this country that I realise this. Why, for everything here is so good, that I chose to study abroad at a town 4255 miles away?

I must’ve lost my mind.

2nd Semester

Quadriceps femoris, semitendinosus, biceps femoris, adductor longus, tibialis anterior, fibularis brevis, flexor hallucis longus, extensor digitorum brevis, flexor digiti minimi, quadratus plantae, dorsal interossus, popliteal artery, great saphenous vein, sciatic nerve, deep fibular nerve…

Yeah, semestre de anatomie. We also study physiology which is quite fun at the moment, we learnt things like the molecular basis of muscle contraction, development and maturation of the nervous system etc. Quite fun! And oh, besides biology and chemistry, med students also learn physics, maths and law! How awesome/awful is that.

Anyway the new pathology stuffs are killing me. Osteoarthritis, Rheumatoid arthritis, osteoporosis, gout, bla bla bla, darn I have no idea. We have like 5 assignments waiting for us, and mid sem exam is coming soon too… Scheisse.

Chasing the Sun

I raced up the hill, towards the pearl-white lighthouse. The sun was eclipsed by a mass of cloud just above the distant hill.

And I reached the lighthouse. I won. The sun was still above the horizon.

The best time, the best light. The golden hour.