A Trip to the Wilderness

Here comes Day 2:

Where we went I had already forgotten. Anyway though on the 2nd day I had the company of my brother as my tour guide. Basically, we went to an area that is an hour's drive away from the residential areas. As secluded as it is, its the perfect place to grow fruits. Yes we were actually visiting farms. Just a pity that the current winter season is not the time for harvesting. As shown in the pictures, the trees are stripped bare. No trace of leaves at all. The usual harvesting season is between March or April till the end of June. What do they grow? Quite a number of fruits. Persimmons, pears, apples etc..







The visit though, was just an additional stop to the true destination. After the brief visit, we continued further to the Wungong suburb to see the Wungong reservoir.

If you look at the pictures, well, its a picture of our lunch. We had a fantastic lunch outing out in the open by the reservoir amid the freezing gale. I have tried BBQ in Hong Kong, Singapore and now Perth. I must say though this is by far the most special one of all. The pits here are free for all to use and what is better is that the grill is heated by LPG, so there is no need to build a fire using a mountain of charcoal pieces. In a few minutes, the food were getting heated and we kept close to the pit, which doubly acts as a pit and also as a heater. BBQ-ing out there in the afternoon in the middle of winter is cool really. Its not romantic, but hey couples out there, try BBQ-ing out on your own. Just the 2 of you. Its going to be special.

On with the story, we continued surveying the reservoir, with my brother giving me lessons on structural foundations. I had to recall the physics that I lost 8 months ago and it was unthinkable that what I had learned can be put to use so practically in the structure of the dam.

Now that I've sort of an additional knowledge, reservoir has become a cool place, a place of structural and natural wonder.

Anyone wondering what kind of apple I have in my hand? That is actually an ice cream. Peach flavoured to be exact, with a crusty layer and an inner chocolate core which seems so realistically true. Bon apetite~

Swan Bells Tower

Now that I am in my last phase of my holiday in Perth and that I am at least able to post some pictures, let me just share the delights of my travel for the past one week since I've arrived here.

The house has apparently undergone some serious dilapidation due to a lack of care. To put it simply, the house looks more like a storehouse. However lets not delay my story.

Ok, so the weather here is comfy cold. I am not too sure how cold it is but last I heard its something like 16 degrees celsius, pretty much like when I went to Hong Kong last December. Good thing is, you'll never sweat, but its very dry around here.

Day 1 :
Pretty much spend the whole time in the city. Nothing much has changed since I last came 3 years ago. Shops still close early, and people are going about with their stuff in a semi-serious attitude.

With my sis as the tour guide, we made a visit to the Swan Bells Tower.
Why it got its name is pretty apparent I guess. I don't know about you people, but that brown coloured covering looks like the swan's wings to me and that light blue tower is the neck.

What is inside? A lesson about Perth's history and bells, a whole range of them and hence its name Swan Bells Tower.

Its only 6 storeys high actually, but once on top, believe me your head will be swimming. What got me when I stepped out of the lift wasn't the height but rather, the metal girdles that pave the floor which have spaces wide enough for a mobile phone to slip through. So, the rather 'holey' girdles you stand on six floors up is really a daunting sight, especially when you don't know how strong it is. The platform with the girdles is supported only by thick wires. Scary.

Nonetheless, once atop the platform, you command a breathtaking sight of the Swan River, the city, and the residential suburbs across the river. Its quite a scenery really, a city that is leisurely yet orderly on one side juxtaposed with the greeneries of lawns and trees of houses at the other end of the bank.

A nice place really, a good place to spend your time looking blankly around while letting your mind relax.

---> Me squinting against the bright afternoon sun atop the tower.

If anyone noticed at all, the picture on top is actually a reflection of the 2 of us and not a picture of real physical bodies. See, we had to zoom out so that we can take a picture of something other than our faces (like the pic to the left) and my arm is too short to provide for the distance. Thus the mirror gives a good image. =)

The Bridge to Childhood Innocence

It was early dawn. A boy put on his sneakers, watched calmly as his father drove off before he embarked on a jog. Along the trees he jogged, the road he past, before finally returning to his house drenched in sweat. He took off his torn sneakers and threw them aside and entered the house for breakfast. At first glance, this boy looks like any other normal boy but a lot can be drawn from the way he ignored his sisters working up a fuss over his sweaty body, from the way he stared intently on the ant crawling across the table, from the way he wore his old and worn sneakers with relish about his life.

That is the start of the movie I watched 3 days ago. The Bridge to Terabithia. Having seen the trailer only once, I actually had no idea what the movie was about and was pretty much inclined to dismiss the movie as boring and a waste of time after having watched the first ten minutes of the show. As the story progresses though, I grew to like how the characters were being developed how lying dormant behind the simple lives of 2 young kids are the wondrous and creative imagination of adolescents. Sitting down in that comfortable seat of the theatre, I watched the show as an 18-year old but with every passing second I grew younger, shrinking in size becoming a 10 or 11 year old kid constantly drawing parallels between what is going on on the screen and my own childish thoughts and adventures talking to imaginary friends and fighting imginary foes or monsters a decade ago.

Yes the theme of the movie is the same as Pan's Labyrinth, about the fantasy of an imagined realm by growing kids but that is about all the similarities that the 2 movies share. The Bridge to Terabithia is certainly not as mature nor realistically cruel as Pan's Labyrinth in the portrayal of the characters and the plot of the former is definitely more cheery and light than the solemn and dark atmosphere that the latter provides. The former is more suited as a movie for children, encouraging them to engage in creativity, creating worlds or creatures of their own in which they can find solace, a safe haven where they are free to express themselves without restraint and indulge in fantasies without being confronted with the pains of learning how to cope with the harsh realities and responsibilities of life. The latter though, seems more like a message to adults, reminding them that in every child lies an innocent soul who must be treated with care lest the fragile nature of it be broken.

The Bridge to Terabithia is a family show, one with a lot of different meanings to those who are watching it. For the children, it may simply be fun, for the parents, this movie allows them to travel through time back into their own childhood, reminiscing the past with joy.

For the kids who are about to watch the show, just relax and enjoy the carefreeness with which the protagonists express themselves when together in their own realm. For the adults who think you are too serious for a kid's show, remember that you were once a kid as well and kept locked somewhere within you is a pure youthful soul who wants to be let out. Keep an open mind, take a deep breath and relax. This is one of those rare movies which soothes your confused minds. Allow yourself to fall into the embrace of The Bridge to Terabithia, and feel its magic for it will help you erect the bridge to your very own innocent childhood memories.

Measuring progress

Looking back on the previous post, there is that one thing that I had written which got me thinking. Thinking in the usual abstract manner that my incomprehensible mind works.

Previously I had written '....setting the barrier that separates the developed and the developing.' There is nothing wrong with the phrase itself but I realise that in writing that comment I've made an assumption - that developed are neat and tidy while the developing are dirty and messy. Me being the usual bull-headed me, I asked, 'why does being developed have to be chained to the orderly structure that cities often take?'

Personally, I've always had an inclination towards leaving things in their natural state. Thus, it is not surprising that I view development with disdain.

Why do we have to judge development by the turning of fertile soil into an arid land? Or by the metamorphosis of greeny foliage into the dull lifeless colour of concrete and steel making up the skyscrapers? Or, the most confounding and fundamental question of all, why do we associate development with money?

Perhaps, just perhaps greed made us forget that humans are sentient creatures. I thought that the world would be much better off if we measure development in terms of happiness. Sure, feelings are relative to occasions and to people themselves, but this is the one thing that definitely makes more sense as a development-meter than the destruction of our surroundings for money.

I have a vision(chose to neglect dream because it sounds too cliche. =) *bow down in respect to Martin Luther King Jr.*). I have a vision of a world where people are free by their own choices to lead lives as farmers, fishermen or lawyers or white collared professionals, whatever it is that they want. Sounds pretty much like what we have now? Continue reading. But I also envision countries that are unique in their own characteristics without having to bow down to the threats of development. How about imagining one country say America, which is filled by tall skyscrapers living beside another country, Venezuela which is covered by trees without a hint, trace or touch of technology on it? They need not be neighbours, neither must they take the appearance of the 2 extremes of development and under-development, but the point is they do not need to follow the current standards for development.

Alternatively, how about setting aside a section of the land in every country to be labelled as a 'haven' or 'sanctuary' for people who wish to be free of the mess and stress of living in a developed world. Given such a choice, I honestly prefer living in a jungle with tigers and snakes as companions than living in the skull-cracking chaos of the city.

I envision a developed world. A world dotted with different shades and hues of soothing green and dull gray on it. This world is developed not because the gray overshadows the green, but because the 2 colours hang in balance and the progress marker for development is happiness not avarice.