Documentary depicts what happened in Rio de Janeiro on June 12th 2000, when bus 174 was taken by an armed young man, threatening to shoot all the passengers. Transmitted live on all Brazilian TV networks, this shocking and tragic-ending event became one of violence's most shocking portraits, and one of the scariest examples of police incompetence and abuse in recent years.
It’s my university year when I first heard of working holiday visa in Australia and New Zealand. A whole year spending on jobs you never get in citylife of Hong Kong intersecting with journeys throughout the whole country, getting yourself into absolute beauty and on different walks of lives, this was simply at another extremes with the past twenty-few years. It deeply impacted me – not many time in your life you can simply go astray and put everything behind, solely doing on things you like, having parties or cultural talks with strangers, co-workers, or roommates before making your way into bed.
I always wish to go, yet burden and potential sacrifices has been impeding me to leave for South hemisphere. At sometimes I just hate myself of being so timid to change with some colleagues could just forget everything and go, but when I calm myself down, I know I need to look at bigger picture – future.
The right time to go has passed (I should leave at the time of graduation), and now what I can remedy is to work hard, study hard, and to open another pathway of working holidays some days, some places.
There are actually a few things that pushed me back to medical dept. First, it’s the comfortable working environment – the word ‘comfortable’ refer to those diseases that I am familiar with, those working style I am fond of, and those people I would like to work with. Second it comes to the challenges I shall face with critical cases and a wide variety of diseases admitting. Third, it’s the good memory I had in A5.
When I had the news that I was not rotating back to A5 definitely it’s disappointing as I need adaptation again and I lose the chance to work with those I admire and respect. For the same diseases different specialities have different approaches, and so do different ward with different working styles, which i may need to get on with. Yet that doesn’t cause quite a problem as I am a bit okay with constant changing.
Deep down my heart that brothers me most is the loss of working with some I admired and respected. 1 year is gone, and most of those I want to work with have either resigned or rotated. The good memory was partly contributed by them, and may possibly never happen again………..
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I have promised to myself 6 years is a maximum, and till now, i still have 3 more years to prove myself the value of work.
For many occasions i have mentioned my definition of work to others: there’s nothing urgent or more focus-demanding unless it’s related to life. If someone’s paid you that amount of money you simply have to produce that equal amount of work – working days are no longer full of enthusiasm and initiatives with deception and fairy tales prevail in society, that putting extra effort into work will not gurantee you a good sit in the office. People will simply thanks and go.
time to re-think : what’s your job really for?
Finally finally finally, we breathe the same air and we can live together for the autumn. We dine in front of the victoria harbour, and when I put the scallop into my mouth, I realised it’s real, though a bit surreal. All of those dreams, scenes of being with you suddenly rush into my head – they were storing in my heart for so long, so long that awaits you to do with me for re-exposure.
