Journey back and forth

This is my eighth time back to Australia after a long return home (Taiwan), I was as exhausted as usual. Feeling stiff and tired after being seated in the small compartment chair, it was a great relief to know that I was about to stand on hard soil after a maddening double 6 hrs flight from Taipei to Singapore and then from Singapore to Sydney. Even though there was a small 40-minute break at Chengchi Terminal, my butt could still barely able to bare my weight few hours after the plane took off. I felt myself supporting my body only with the ‘tips’ of my butt. I believe all you who had been overseas before would know, how it feels like staying in this position for a lasting few hours without moving. Another reason for my soaring butt would be from the constant feeding, by the flight attendants, of high carbohydrate food every few hours, which made me, gain more than a kilo after I’ve arrived to the destination. I have long learnt that the only few things I would do on a flight, would be those of the boring ones you could think of, that is, being fed with food, watch movies, drift off to sleep; and back to food, more movies, and then back again to the head nodding. Maybe a few times to the lavatory, but that's pretty much what I’ve been doing in the past few hours.
I have wondered how much time I’ve spent travelling over the past 4 yrs down under and many more times somewhere else in the world and the times I’ve spent doing nothing, but sitting to rot and daydream. A surge of guilt arose in me, and I’ve thought about making use of my time, but I couldn’t seem to come up with a perfect solution. I’ve tried reading books and completing Sudoku’s during my time of absentmindedness, but my mind seemed to get sidetracked easily, wondering off thinking about the meaning of life, and wondered what I would do if I have the chance to start over everything. I have recently encountered a death of my pseudo aunt’s sister [I met my pseudo aunty purely by fate. It’s one of the best things that have ever happened to me]. She suffocated by the sudden incoming flood from the nearby riverbank, while asleep, and was breathless after the members of the fire brigades from the surrounding county had arrived for the rescue, when the fully equipped brigade nearby with underwater supplies, copped-out. She could have survived if it wasn’t for the conscience lacking people who dare see others die in front of them without making an effort to help [they could have at least called other divisions to rush over for assistance, rather doing nothing after the incident’s being reported 1.5hrs ago]. [*There was more to the story. This was just part of it]. Her death brought pain to those loved her dearly and reminded me that life’s short. It also reminded me that the process of the things achieved and done is more important than the results received, and that what really matters is how you live life.
“You never know when impermanence would come before life”, so “live life to the fullest and finish everyday without regrets!!”
Speaking of not regretting what I have done, I actually regretted not being able to successfully introduce my country Taiwan to the taxi driver who drove me back to my Uni apartment. As many wouldn’t know, like the driver that we aren’t part of China and we have our separate ruling system, and that we are located on the Pacific Ocean. South to Japan, East to China, West to North America, and North to Philippines. I have failed to address that I’m proud to be in a country with leading computer technology and that we are like any other well developed country, where citizens are entitled a vote every four years for their presidents and voice opinions when ever and where ever we want without worrying the consequences of such act, as long as we do not break the law. We have one of the world’s fastest rail and we have various kinds of food that are uniquely Taiwanese, but I have failed to address these all, but fell silent in the back seat without mentioning any. My regrets bring me motivations, and motivations encourage me to write more on the blog, so someday Taiwan could be made famous because of my little effort writing the blog. China claimed to be the owner of “Formosa”, but I strongly disagree. Taiwan might have been China’s land centuries ago, but I doubt they ever wanted us when we were merely a somebody in the world. They are reluctant to make advances to improve the living status of Taiwan long time back and had abandoned this beautiful green island for the welfares of the governments who are heavily involved in briberies. No doubt that Taiwan’s culture is of the like to China, Taiwan has evolved into a culture and system different to what many think they knew….
To be continued…
P.S. I hate to be politic orientated, but the history of Taiwan involves politics. Lots and lots of politics.
P.P.S. I have attached a few photos along with this post. Their all photos of my random snapshots while I’m in Taiwan and some from the airport, enjoy!!
P.P.P.S. Photos are all from my red BenQ cam my dad bought me recently. I have to thank my dad for being so generous to me. 

It's Exiciting to be a Starter!!

I've been dreaming to travel ever since I was little, but I never really knew how to make it come true, so I've decided to set out this blog to begin my dreams. Using this as a pictorial diary, I'll be sharing photos on places I've set foot on, and fill anyone who's interested in my story.This is a little step in my life journey and one tiny task in the billionth dreams I've made list of, but it's always great to give anything a head start. I'll be updating this as often I could, but there's no guarantee that I would.