Sherrie and I

如愿以偿坐到了摩天轮儿和大飞转转儿（实在不知道那叫什么……），看到狗狗大联欢，还有骑着白马的。。。大爷，抡着斧头的。。。大叔，穿着羊毛南瓜裙的。。。麻豆~~真是一堆奇怪的组合

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看见好多考拉好多袋鼠，看见鸸鹋和dingo~还有各种各样奇奇怪怪的动物~照片

原来袋鼠妈妈的袋子不是半圆形的而是一个洞洞！孙老师说，要是个半圆形那得接多少土啊多少雨啊~

嗯，也对。。。

Lv小潇同学在一天之内一下子交了好多新男朋友~

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逛得心满意足但又饥寒交迫的我和Lv小潇的晚饭

天妇罗便当（Tempura Bento） Vs.海鲜便当（Seafood Bento）

下午去买菜。冰箱彻底弹尽粮绝了。

听到一姑娘用北京腔说“土豆儿”，我就突然很想念付小美。

坐在马路牙子晒太阳，边看着大包小包，边吃着热烘烘的葡挞，边等去买瓜子的安琪拉和去抓中药的劳拉。

一个老爷爷走过，瞪大眼睛，"such a heavy load for you little girl!"

一年一度的court observation之后稍稍去DAVID JONES逛了两下。。。

赛马季快到了，好多帽子好好看哦~

嗯，如果门口那个弹钢琴的慈祥的老奶奶换成一大帅哥就更好了~

悉尼这个DFO好小，牌子好少。

给爸爸和舅舅一人买了件Polo衫。我说薛小汪你努力长点肉嘛~S号的都好难看哦~都是啥子屎黄卡白惨绿~我翻了好久才翻出来一件稍微好看点点的~给爸爸买的是绿色横条纹的（哈哈我果然很喜欢绿色），唉，就怕拿回去穿不得就郁闷了~（内心OS：天晓得我有好想买紫色粉红色，还有另外有一家衬衫也有点儿好看~~哎，为啥子我们家没得人喜欢穿衬衫~~衬衫控泪奔~）

我给各人买了条509，8号。人生第一条skinny~~因为……40块，只要40块也~（想起去年在mel的时候Kat姐一边狂挑一边兴奋地说“不买的是傻子”这句话的场景~）而且我想我这辈子要减到6号基本上是很难很难很难的~唉，面对现实吧孩子~~

==============一放假就有时间胡思乱想的分界线====================

晚上回来顺着蜗牛给的地址看8上外高翻会口的贴~（这贴目前还没养肥~）

随着毕业越来越临近，免不了想回国以后要怎么办，结果是越想越紧张……什么大背景不够好啦本人能力不够强啦~（此处省略N字）

每个职业都有它们自己的使命感，医生救死扶伤，老师教书育人，警察惩奸除恶，……，使命感，让疲惫烦躁的人生有了前进的意义。

记得以前看过一篇报道，说一位职业摄影师利用空余时间免费帮一些国际组织拍照，然后这样可以帮到更多的人。当时我就想，哇这真棒！是的，我对这个世界还怀有天真的希望，我希望能用自己的expertise帮到更多的人，我希望发挥自己一点小小的力量，让这个世界变得好一点，再好一点。这种想法可以说是我人生的一大支撑，我相信而且将永远相信“只要人人都献出一点爱，这世界将会变成美好的人间”。

当我越长大，就越发现，这种理想无法只有口号和热情，现在的我，甚至连帮助他人的能力都没有。

我需要行动，需要探索，需要坚持。

而且，

不管怎样，我需要我的人生有意义。

终于在还在票价free期赶着去了有“小city”之称的chatswood~ 

Laura心心念念的牛角包那家店休Easter要休到20号~怨念~~

某天在Eastwood火车站碰到一位老奶奶说chatswood有一家很好吃很好吃的回转寿司，要一直排队~我们找是找到了，叫诚寿司，但是……人真的好多，后来想弄个take away platter回去（当时3点半），可人家说最快要5：15才能给准备好，而我们要赶4点半的火车回去……怨念啊~~

旁边正好有家85°C，嗯，吃不到寿司，那甜点好了^_^这叫，节日气氛~~

小盒子~~

咖啡布蕾（Coffee Brulee）

Laura的，甜甜苦苦的，酷爱苦咖啡的某团应该会很爱~

酥皮泡芙芒果挞（puff pastry mango tart）

哈哈，一看就是我的style哈~千里迢迢拿回家的时候叶子已经蔫了55~

===================甜点与shopping的分界线====================

shopping成果嘛~又买了一组Aesop——toner、cream、cleansing masque，and一件低胸小吊带——上次在Macquarie Center就看到了，那边木有我的size……今天这里正好打折，oyeh~~

话说我买东西那真叫一个雷厉风行~~~衣服试穿一下，付账，抹脸的更是上去就直接抓下来，付账（咳咳，之前在网上做好功课啦~）——完全没啥“货比三家”之类的概念，幸好Aesop也从来不打折不搞活动……

水瓶座——舍不得
对于有些人，瓶子始终是舍不得，舍不得因为男女之情跟他在一起。因为这个人，瓶子觉得跟他的相处应该是一辈子的事情，如果真的成为男女朋友，也许哪一日，感情褪色而分手。那样，该多遗憾。于是，瓶子宁愿永远这样默默的看着他，地老天荒，却无声也无言。 好吧我承认这是很有可能发生的~

双鱼座——空悲切
其实，鱼鱼完全可以说的，就是被那种朦胧的感觉缠绕得迷惘了，一时间只想沉溺于想象的空间，竟错过了对现实触碰的机会。留下的是惯有的伤感和缠绵的句子。不过，至少爱情还残留在记忆里，无论过去多少日子也泯灭不了鱼鱼的幻想，只是心字已成灰。

白羊座——怕过期
秋刀鱼会过期，肉罐头会过期，连保鲜纸都会过期。在这个世界上，还有什么东西是不会过期的？羊儿知道自己的风驰电掣，明白即使得到也只能曾经拥有，何必还去表白，不如搁在心里，最安全的地方。在那，可以藏着永远都不会过期的爱情。

金牛座——不相信
爱情是一种突然的产物，突然地要你相信一些你从前不能相信的事情，不管那是残酷的最后还是温情的心动。或许，牛牛这辈子就有一次怀疑精神，那就是怀疑这份爱情，当他强迫自己忽略，不去相信的时候，没有人可以做什么，回头，已说不出口。

双子座——赶不上
双子通常总是早熟的孩子，有早熟的心智，然而，却没有早熟的经历。他们本来可以期许，可以拥有，但理智总是让他们选择等待，直到花落去，燕归来，终于可以名正言顺的去追求时。却发现，不仅岁月经不起等待，那个人更经不起，终究是赶不上了。

巨蟹座——胆小鬼
他会爱，但不会说；说出来的，可能并不是最爱的。巨蟹是个胆小鬼，对任何事情不喜欢期望值太高，只因为怕会失望的。因此他们只能自顾自浅斟低唱，也曾伤心流泪，也曾黯然心碎，这是爱的代价。然而，他爱的那个人到底是谁，别人都不知道。

狮子座——要骄傲
狮子宁愿留下一个优秀的形象在所爱的人心中，也不愿意让自己泛滥的矫情的伤感去牵绊对方，他们总是那样骄傲。昂起高贵的头，轻轻的从爱人身边走过，即使心事已即将溢出，要窒息，也拼尽全力忍住。那一份没说出口的爱，早在狮子心里，磨出了烙印。

处女座——多顾虑
处女座的爱伴随着无穷尽的顾虑，无法忽略脑后，又等不及全都排除，直到记忆小舟搁浅，沧海一粟，曾经的大风大浪已成昨日黄花，或许那人仍不知道处女座在凄风苦雨中耗尽了多少心思。因为，处女座总平静的，就像那段惊涛骇浪的爱情故事的主角，是其他人一样。

天秤座——宁相忘
天秤座爱上了一个人，以深刻的方式，那么他们宁可在一次美妙的擦肩而过后，彻底忘了这个人。免得日后，女的一手牵着孩子一手拎着菜篮，眼袋浮肿头发凌乱，憔悴难看，男的明显发福顶着啤酒肚还略微秃顶，非但没留住爱情，连一个刹那都无力挽回。

天蝎座——没勇气
感情有时就像一条皮筋，一条被时间拉扯的皮筋。许多日子过去，足够它被拉的长长的，绷得紧紧的了。只要稍有触动就会有强烈的振动，而每次振动，都可能成为他致命的伤害。因此，每一段爱情，时间拖得越久，蝎子便越没有勇气去招惹了。

射手座——恨别离
很多时候，射手可以没心没肺的去追求，即使遭遇拒绝，也悲伤几日，便精神饱满从头再来。但其实，射手并没有旁人眼里那么洒脱，如果恰逢一个时间，有些心绪漂泊，射手便不会再轻易言爱，恨别离，宁可他不知道，也无法允许出现他离开自己的可能。

魔羯座——苦现实
魔羯并不是最现实的星座，但却是最容易接受和屈从现实的。他们一旦懂事，就会明白，世界不是爱情最重要，人们充塞着，互相制约。有许多事情比爱情重要，有许多爱情说了比不说要好。魔羯不懂的时候，爱的轰轰烈烈；懂了，却爱的窝窝囊囊。

Commencement address by Steve Jobs,

CEO of Apple Computer and of Pixar Animation Studios,

June 12, 2005.

I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.

The first story is about connecting the dots.

I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?

It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.

And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.

It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:

Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.

None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, it’s likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.

Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.

My second story is about love and loss.

I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parent’s garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.

I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.

I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.

During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.

I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.

My third story is about death.

When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.

Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.

About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.

I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.

This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope it’s the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.

Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.

Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.

Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.

Thank you all very much.

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One of our practice materials for sight translation,

can't agree more.

某团炫耀说6月去希腊毕业旅行，

俺就想起本科的毕业旅行因为要考雅思没去成，不禁悲从中来~

这一回呢？