Wednesday, 24 December 2014

Taiwan photos


Shilin Night Market




A street full of Pet stores near my apartment in Daan district



Random roads





Xinyi District 


Inside Taipei 101


Cafe near university




More to come...

Monday, 8 December 2014

#Facebook #universitystudents #FWP

Scrolling down on your Facebook feed as a litany of curse words escape your lips like a ringing alarm bell.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck shit fuck.

Your brows furrow. Your eyes narrow. You ask yourself.

ARE YOU SERIOUS? HE'S FREAKING NINETEEN AND ALREADY INTERNING AT (insert name of huge law firm) IN HONG KONG? WHAT THE FFFFFFFFFFFF -

You scroll down even more.

This girl's just won some international consultancy competition.
That guy's just written his first piece for Foreign Policy.
This person just got accepted to Cambridge for a MBA.
That person just got hired as a part-time sub-editor for Bloomberg News.

You slam your five month old Windows Surface tablet down and heave, simultaneously stressed as fuck, kind of depressed and yet miraculously motivated. You walk to the sink and pour yourself a glass of water, which you down as you return to the sedentary position, your butt adjusting to the moulded contours of the seat.

Fuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaark You can't help swearing. You think about the baby-faced nineteen year old, with his smarmy smile and expensive suit, one hand conspicuously holding a  champagne glass - a glittering harbinger of this dude's totally premature corporate success - something that you feel has hitherto eluded you. WHY DOES HE HAVE TO BE YOUNGER THAN ME. GODDAMIT. You slam your glass down with slightly excessive force and heave for the millionth time.

Oh my god, I need to step up my game.
I need to get clerkships.
If I don't get clerkships... I'll... I'll apply for one of the Big 4 companies.
Oh my god I DON'T EVEN STUDY COMMERCE.


You open your tablet up, and without better forethought, search up the name of a younger colleague. She comes up as the first result. What the... You click. You click her profile picture. When did she get so freaking hot? THAT. is .such a nice dress are you kidding me jesus effing christ I need that dress arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhahdfwyuiasesfghaoi;wefhawioefh.

Next photo. She's at some sort of hipster club, a generic Mimco clutch in hand, laughing and dancing with friends as luscious locks of blonde hair flail against an ethereal backdrop of drunk teens.
68 likes.
Borderline brain-damaging comments ensue:
Oh my gosh looking that good shouldn't be legal!!! #gorgeous #slaya xoxo
Dayum girl. You can be my bae anyday.
Goddess! *emoticon* *emoticon* *emoticon*
Dat ass

Scroll down. Next photo. She's at some sort of Tanzanian safari park, hugging a tiger cub, her broad smile telling you how much more '#awesome' and '#amazing' (and #parentallysubsidised) her life is compared to yours. You stare into her three hundred dollar Ray Ban shades with uber intensity, but not thinking anything in particular. Just staring.
170 likes.

The next photo is even worse. You thought she was there on vacation. No. She's in Tanzania building schools for needy Tanzanian children, and there she is embraced and surrounded by hundreds of thankful, smiling kids. Oh so compelling, you scoff, third world volunteering opportunities bought by first-world privilege.
240 likes.

You decide you've had enough and log off Facebook, feeling weight on your shoulders.

At that same moment, someone else logs on. A fellow student - a mere acquaintance, perhaps a friend of a friend. He curiously searches up your name and shifts in his seat as he scrolls down your wall, seeing the latest photos of you at a recent government sponsored business forum, you shaking hands with the Minister of Multicultural Affairs, and an ever so smug smile on your face.