Date: 23 Nov 2015 - 4 Dec 2015
Venue: Winjallok Farm/ T&G Simpson -- the place where you have to hunt for phone signal out in the mountain.
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| The blue sky and wide open space... and the awesome sheep formation. |
It all started with me feeling a bit intimidated for having to be in a new place with people I have never met before for two weeks due to our placement. The only comfort I could find was that I had a friend with me. Never could I have imagined that I would feel sad when it was time to leave on that sunny hot Friday afternoon.
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Jesslyn, the friend that can never be waken by her alarm
and who complains but put up with me keeping the lights on at night. =P |
You gave us both a big hug in Scotdales because you said you will be too shy to hug us back in your house. I pretended like I was busy carrying our luggage and started asking silly questions to Jesslyn like "where is our bus ticket", just to distract myself from tearing up. Hello, of course I know where's our ticket, Jesslyn. hahahaha... =''''/ I am so thankful for meeting you, Greg. To me, you are more like a father and a friend than just a farmer of a sheep farm. You taught me about the farm and a lot about the enterprise even though I was fairly quiet and didn't often question. As days went by, we teased each other and joked with each other. You called me the cheeky Malaysian girl and showed me your amazing stone skipping technique. I showed you that broccoli can be boiled and that my "vertically challenged" height was capable of shutting that garage door. I liked it when we had to muster sheep on your motorbike and went up and down the hilly country. I liked it when you steered the UTE left and right when I decided to sit at the back of the UTE. I liked it when you said "well done" every time I counted 40 sheep accurately into the pen. And I liked it when you said I have a nice smile. =D And for a long time, I'll probably still be able to remember how you curse "bloody" this and "bloody" that while fixing whatever is "bloody". X)
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| Scotdales, the gate where we first met and Greg greeted us with a deep low voice and big eyes. |
Over the 2 weeks, I've opened my eyes to many things I never imagined myself doing. When I pulled that grain trailer handle and sheep started chasing after us and lined up in a beautiful formation to eat, that moment was for whatever reason, stunningly beautiful. Despite some really bad weather and a lot of sand and dust, I would still go back there if given a choice again. When Terry looked into my eyes and said, "promise me that you'll come back and visit." I couldn't say I will because I am afraid to make an empty promise. The best that I could say was, "you'll see."
Now that I think about it, the reason for me feeling sad to leave was probably because I know that there's probably not too much of a possibility for me to go back. If you ask me if I want to, YES. If you ask me if I would, MAYBE. I NEED a reason to go back.
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| Smoko room, the place where we have tea and snacks during smoko time. "If there's one thing that you should remember, it's the smoko room." -- Terry Simpson '15. |
那种想给承诺却害怕永远无法兑现承诺的感觉，然后想起那双真诚的眼神时，莫名纠结。
离开那个平静的地方，离开那个彩色小鸟成群飞过的天空，离开那个晚上布满闪烁星星的夜空，离开那个挂着上百张鸟照片的Scotdale，回到城市，过我的生活。
虽然说我不见得以后会当large animal vet,也不见得我以后会开个sheep farm，可是我总觉得人多懂一点，多见识一点没有损失。
如果说真的有上辈子的话，那我上辈子大概人很好，这辈子才会遇见这样的好人。
=)
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| The friendly and accepting family. From left to right, Fiona > Greg > Ben. Thank you so much for everything! |
Next time when it rains in Kuala Lumpur, I'll remember to send some to Winjallok. =)
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