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Traditional Wisdom: If South American is the host, then South American has a higher chance in #WorldCup.

So far in #WorldCup2014, almost ALL teams from South American region go to the next round: Brazil, Argentina, Colombia, Chile, Uruguay, except Ecuador, which is now 2nd in the group (but since they are facing France tonight, although they have equal points as the Swiss, their chances are slimmer).

You might say, what about Honduras? In geography, you are correct, but in FIFA, they are counted as the member of the North and Central American region, which is the same group with USA, Costa Rica and Mexico. And yes, most of them are in the next round (USA can proceed to next round as long as Klinsmann is able to at least get a draw from his motherland Germany).

South, North & Central American, combined 2 regions, out of the total 10 teams go to the World Cup, 7,8 or even 9 teams can make to the next round. Amazing.

How about other regions as a comparison? Europe seems bad, but they started with 13 teams, and still have Netherlands, France, Germany, Greece and Belgium. Swiss has a good chance, Russian needs to beat Algerian, and Portuguese has 2% chance. Nonetheless, it is still almost half of the region.

African and Asian are worse. Out of the 9 teams combined, it seems that the only reasonable hope is Algerian to beat Russian for one spot, and Iranian to fight the last spot with Nigerian (but they are not playing against each other).

Of course, the WORST region is the Oceania. There were 12 teams to fight for 0.5 spot. At the end New Zealand was the one, but they lost to Mexico at the play off game and so the region has zero presence in the Brazil 2014 (Australia is counted as Asian country now, just so that you know).

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A Man Turning 40

Believe me. This is the 21st draft of the same article.

When you are asked to write a report about some other people / or company stuff, it is (relatively) easy. You just report it. Word by word. That’s it. You are done.

When you ask yourself to write something about your real self, for real, then it takes more than 30 drafts (I still got 9 spare) in order to get it close. Coz it is about YOU, coz it REALLY matters.

About ME. What is that latest about me? Within the past 4 months: I broke my leg. I travelled around the world (literally & physically) (and I’ve promised I will update you about that someday). I almost got killed by DVT. I quitted my job. I lost and then gained some weight. I’ve started a new venture. And I turned 40. All in an assorted order.

Depends on who you are, you might pick up a different focal point, all alarming. Say for example: turning 40. I still remember twelve years back when Jacky Cheung had that movie about Man Turning 40, and I was completely lost. Now I still don’t get those girls that he got in that movie, but I understand the feeling about that life stage.

Another point about quitting my job vs. gaining weight: I have to admit that I had proven the direct positive relationship between the relaxedness (without the crazy and nonsense job) and the weight.

But this is not the point. The point is… I don’t know… I just feel that it is all different now. It has to be different this time. A difficult time. Coz there is no other time. Coz this is 40.

What about 40 anyway? I know. you heard about 80/20 rules? You can apply this to anything. Everything. In this case, so, there is 20 something you can’t and you ain’t gonna control, so it leaves remaining 80 to you. 40 is exactly the half way. And if you draw a bell curve discarding that 20 outliner, then the point of “40” would end up to be placed at the peak.

So, what’s so wrong for being at the peak? Bad News. All things are going downhill from now on. What a shit feeling! So depressing. But you know what? I won’t settle with it. I won’t settle with this feeling. I am looking for something else. Something else from my family. I got my lovely wife, I got Jacob and Chester, and they are doing better than me. And it seems that it is meaningful to work towards them. So the curve goes up again, and again, and again, against the bell curve.

If I extend that logic to the outer world, the direction is that I am caring about the next generation in general . My mission is to enable + empower the next generation to do their best. (For example, let’s stop using Windows / Microsoft for the next generation…)

Suddenly, I feel so good about my future.

Hope you feel the same. Hope you will support me. Please. This is why I started KeptMe. Partly to help the next generation, and partly to save me from going down the depressing side of the bell curve. Tell me how you feel about this. Tell me if you buy in or not. And if you are, please send me your blessing. And if you don’t, please send me your comments. Appreciate it. Million Thanks.

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Day 2 — Din Tai Fung & Lufthansa

I promise the story for Day 2 would be shorter. After all, I don’t think there have been too many people who had finished my Day 1 story anyway, given it was a bit too long as a “first chapter”.

As you would imagine, after all these crazy fight, I managed to sleep till next morning 9:00 AM. Meetings and works as usual. But not much to look around as a tourist. Not that I knew Singapore inside out already, but just that there were more important things for me to crack which require my present in front of the screen.

I stayed the whole day indoor except lunch at Din Tai Fung at Raffles City, again. Yes I already had my dinner there at the previous night. I have to confess that I have an obsession with Din Tai Fung. Like a curse. So if I know there is a Din Tai Fung near by, then I have to go. I have to. No escape. I used to go to Taipei for a weekend just for this reason. Now I don’t have to. There are in Hong Kong, Singapore, California, Japan, Sydney and more. The only regret is that it just has no store in Melbourne yet that’s all.

Let’s cut the crap. I promised to stay short. So let’s jump on it. I did a late check out from the hotel at late afternoon and when towards the airport. There was a bus waiting outside going to the airport. The driver said 10 Sing Dollars. Fair enough. A taxi trip would cost me almost 30. But I told the guy I didn’t have cash, in Mandarin (yes, as the story in Day 1, I never had Singaporean cash). But he said “don’t worry, just get on the bus first.” It was just one more proof of how poor my Mandarin is: they must had heard me saying “no change” instead of “no cash”. I ended up paying the mainland China driver a HK$100 note. He was extremely happy, and I am still better off. Win win.

It was lucky that I was early at the airport. The KLM early check in counter just opened at 7:00 PM as I arrived. Perhaps I arrived too early, they decided to traded me away. You see, I bet there must be around 100,000 people going to Barcelona for the Mobile World Congress. Anything connected to Barcelona was overbooked. So as my fight (and my accommodation). They offered me USD 75 as the bait for me to say yes. I said yes, not because of that cash, but because of the fact that I was then with Lufthansa’s A380 (still economy) and was one hour earlier to leave Singapore and one hour short in transit waiting. I took it. It sounded good. But after all I wasn’t sure if this was the best idea. You see, midnight flight, early arrival in the airport, you knew the story, and it ain’t pretty.

Just to jump to the end of the story as promised. It turned out just fine. The only thing I missed on Day 2 was that I didn’t get the chance to taste Din Tai Fung again, as they are in Terminal 1 (so as KLM), but I got transferred to Lufthansa in Terminal 2. Damn. What a close miss.

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Day 1 — Zombie @ Singapore

This was how I started my first serious blog post way way back: I went on to a trip to Bangalore, and I thought I might not be able to come back. So I decided that I had to write down my story somewhere online so that other people can know my story somehow.

I am not saying I might have the same adventure this time. At least not as miserable as the Bangalore situation. However according to my schedule it seemed like it was not too far either.

Let me tell you what just have happened on the Day 1, and later on I’ll come back to talk about my amazing schedule.

So I was on the midnight flight to Singapore. When I say midnight, it really was. SQ218, 1:05 AM boarding on Melbourne side, arriving at 5:45 AM on Singapore side. 7.5 hours, not too long. Just enough for 1 dinner, 2 movies, and 1 breakfast, and you are done. Touch down and you got a bright new day in front of you.

You heard me right. Yes, a 1:05 AM flight, but still serve you dinner, and that must have been almost 2:00 AM when they literally placed the meal on my foldable table. And I did finish them all, while watching my movies.

The first movie was Gravity. Originally I was hoping that a movie about one actress talking to herself for 2 hours in space should help me dived into deep sleep right away. But at the end it was the shooting (like hell) scene by Matt Damon in the second movie (which in theory is located at one layer down in the atmosphere compared with where Sandra Bullock was) Elysium that did the trick.

But you could have done the maths and realise by now that not too long afterwards I would have got waken back up again to take the breakfast at 3:45 AM local time. And that’s it. Slept 2 hours max, and done. Time-wise, very efficient, but productivity-wise, not quite. I felt like a zombie when I stepped into Changi Airport.

So now I was in Singapore. Well, Singapore Airport to start with. It was a short stay for me there. Just 2 days. So I didn’t bother to get a local sim card. Instead I just stayed at the arrival hall connecting to the Wifi@Changi for my connection. One thing I learn when I am on the road is to always juice up my power whenever I have a chance, or else i need to use my devices one at a time and swap them one by one like how Rambo always chuck away his emptied machine gun and pull a (pair of) pistol from his back (instead of reloading).

So for that I found a power point on a pillar with the lock of its cover already hacked by someone else. Of course I thanked him/her and plugged myself all in. Seriously I wished I could do that on my zombified body but at least my brain and my soul were saved (for now, at least that’s what I thought I was) when I was connected and powered. But I also realised that there was after all not much use to have a fuelled mind if my body had already turned into a zombie.

And there was exactly what happened. By the time of sunrise (which often something zombies don’t go too well with) and I decided to take a cab to the city, my human brain was completely gone. I towed my body out the airport building without getting any Sing Dollars exchanged, got into a taxi without knowing it was cash only, and when I arrived my office front gate I was only able to use my autopilot mode to deal with the annoyed (and annoying) cab driver about the cash (or lack of) issues.

So, 5 minutes later, I got off the cab, wandering around the front gate in and out a few loops, and finally realised that I got dropped off at the wrong tower. Reluctantly I tumbled down the stairs and tunneled through to the other side of the road. Hmm, that felt so weird…. How come the trip down the stairs walked like a breeze… …?

And that’s the exact point where the magic a-ha moment kicked in, and I knew my human brain was back, with fears (well, zombies have no fear…): “Oops, where the hell is my luggage?” “Damn it is still at the trunk of the taxi!” Well, it seems that my autopilot wasn’t able to pick THAT up!

The next thing I knew, I was back into full gear fighting mode again, like the typical hero in those Hollywood movies got beaten up like shit for a best second half of the movie, but then in the second last scene magically stood up again and crashed the bad guys with the last bullet. My last bullet was my fully charged phone and the cab receipt. I called up the cab company and waited for their Lost & Found line to answer, for 25 minutes.

That was quite a good 25 minutes because I got a chance to stayed at the taxi stand and observed hundreds of people got dropped off and walked into the building, with all different faces. Something that I usually don’t had a chance to do in my normal life.

So, these incoming people: Some obviously had a very tough overnight OT work and needed a thick makeup to cover up her black eyes. Some you can tell they were very much in love, especially last night, just by how they did their goodbye kisses. And some, you know just by how she looked at you (but at the same time not really looking at you) when she got off the cab, and how she then shook her hair and hips, you knew that this was exactly what she was looking for: to enjoy being checked out by strangers, like me, at the office tower entrance.

I was having so much fun that I almost forgot I was on the waiting tone with that repetitive and flatted jazz music on. Finally someone picked up the line and hunted down that already annoyed taxi driver for me. Turned out he was already back at the airport waiting for the next pickup. I got the deal with him by paying the return trip back to me. Another 25 minutes later, I got back my luggage. Oh well, originally I had the chance to renew my entire wardrobe completely including underwears and ties. Now I just have to wait for my next excuse.

As you can tell, I was completely wracked by then. Subsequently after that I had 6 hours meeting including a business lunch, and all went well with good commercial outcome, but nothing really worth telling compared to my zombie story above.

Stay tuned for my Day 2 story.

So I Write

So I write.

I write because I feel that I need to remember my story.

How long should I write for? I don’t know. But I don’t get much time.

So I stopped.

I stopped. And I felt regret. I felt regret that I missed that memory. I missed that story. I missed the moment that was good, that was worthwhile to remember. I missed a good story for me to tell others. The Story that’s matter.

So I asked myself: How could I help. How could I improve the way of how we capture our memories and form our stories.

And you know what? That’s my story.

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Happy New Year 2014

This is the moment. I am saying goodbye to my dear 2013, and diving into my 2014.

It has been an amazing year. We have done something great. We have started something greater. There were things that I would like to forget, and there are things that I have forgotten already.

My goal for 2014: Let’s make 2014 to be one of the most important year of our lives. And let’s remember the story of 2014 properly. I mean really properly.

Stay tuned. I promise I will tell you a story worth listening.

(Graphic credit: Doodle on Google.com on the New Year’s Eve/Day)

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[神文轉載] 美國根本不存在 ! —— 人類史上最大的騙局

原連結: http://disp.cc/b/337-74E1

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 移民美國的申請再一次被駁回,而且這事兒還讓父親知道了。父親是個老憤青,盲目的愛國者,從小教育我忠黨、愛國,在他眼裡我嚮往美國的想法,就是不折不扣的叛國。這也許是他的職業病,多年從事國家保密工作的父親,需要這種極端的愛國素質。
 「叛徒!」一回到家,就聽到父親刺耳的吼叫。
 「我有選擇國籍的權力!」我的聲音中透著倔強。
 「叛徒。」父親的聲音降低了幾個分貝,但依然刺耳。
 「我說中國有什麼好?」我大聲與父親叫板,要知道這需要極大的勇氣。
 「我就是要離開這個狗屁國家。房價高,社會福利差,貪官遍地抓,我就不知這個國家有什麼理由讓你如此愛它?」
 「放屁,一派胡言,你知道什麼?」
 「我怎麼不知道?我什麼都知道,你以為我還是小孩子嗎?我已經二十六歲了,我有選擇權!這個國家已經爛到根了,我就是要去美國!」
 「放屁!<strong>根本就沒有美國</strong>!」父親突然站了起來,但又似乎意識到了什麼猛然坐下,整個人陷入一種沉思狀。
      「真相?」我糊塗了,但看父親樣子並沒有開玩笑的意思,而且父親是黨員,黨員從不兒戲。我等待著父親接下來的說詞。
 「你已經二十六歲了,有些事情是時候讓你知道了。這個世界上根本就沒有美國這個國家,事實上不光美國,包括但不限於,日本、韓國、英國、法國、意大利,等所有你知道的這些國家都不存在。一切都是編造出來的!」

我沒有做聲,雖然我知道身為黨員的父親從不兒戲,但我也一時間無法接受並相信父親的這番言論,只是呆呆地看著他繼續把話說完。
「我知道你無法一時間相信這個事實,當年你爺爺告訴我真相的時候,我也如你現在的表情一樣。」父親深吸一口氣,彷彿需要足夠的勇氣才能繼續把下面的話說完,我就這麼看著父親,心跳都聽得見。「是的,美國,不,是所有的中國以外的國家都是政府編造的謊言,目的是,激勵起中國人的進取之心,中國需要一個強大的幻想競爭對手,中華民族才能實現真正的偉大復興!」
「可——可我有朋友真得去過美國啊,美國是存在的!」
「傻孩子,那都是中國建造的。中國投入了大量的人力物力,製造了美國還有其他國家!就是為了讓全國人民都相信這是真的!」父親說著,眼睛裡閃爍著淚花。
「啊,怪不得美國欠了中國那麼多錢!」
「你以為呢?要不然中國為什麼給美國那麼多的錢?新聞報出來的是中國持有美國上萬億國債,其實真實數字十倍都不止。美國是中國境外最大的省之一。」
「省?」
「是的,美利堅省!其實早在1949年的時候中國已經統治了大半個地球,但偉大的領袖卻沒有將這一消息公之於眾,因為中華民族必須要樹立無數個競爭對手才可以實現真正的進步,若人民知道了這一消息,還有什麼動力繼續推進中華民族的復興呢?政府用心良啊!」
「那你的意思是說美國二戰之後之所以迅速成為世界第一大國,其實是中國建設的?」
「是的。不光美國!偉大領袖早在建國之初就提出了『十五年趕超英美』這一宏偉目標,其實早在這個目標提出之前,中國就已經超越了。後來的英美省都是中國在建設。」
「可——可,中國哪來如此之大的財力物力呢?」父親微微一笑說道:「你見過中國的財政收入真正透明地公開過嗎?」
「沒有。」
「那你憑什麼說中國沒這個能力呢?我告訴你,政府之所以不公開財政收入或者說不真正公開財政收入是有目的。你知道我們每年交得稅,救災捐得款,上學交得費,看病花得錢,都幹嗎用了嗎?」
「不是讓貪官都貪去買車,買房,包養情婦去了嗎?」
「一派胡言!中國根本沒有貪官!」
「沒有貪官?那每年國家反腐打掉的那些肥頭大耳的傢伙們是干嘛的?」
「都是演員!他們是真正值得敬佩的人!必須有人做出犧牲,才能掩蓋這個美麗的謊言!」父親說著長嘆了一口氣。
「怪不得他們個個長得就像貪官!」
「廢話,演員當然要專業,找個正人君子長相的來演,會引起公眾懷疑。」父親義正言辭地說。
「那這些演員最後都去哪了呢?」
「朝鮮,那個天堂一樣的國家。這是對他們忍辱負重的最大獎勵!」
「難道有朝鮮這個國家嗎?」
「當然有!」父親雙眼目視前方,彷彿在看到了什麼,眼球都在放著光!臉上全是敬仰!「朝鮮是最偉大的國家!孩子,你記住,這個世界上現今為止只有,中國、朝鮮、巴基斯坦、伊朗、古巴這幾個國家了。之前還有阿富汗、伊拉克、利比亞等國,但這些國家近些年來都相繼被強大的中國推翻了。」
「不是被美國嗎?」
「廢話,美國不就是中國嗎?」
「哦,對!」我立即糾正了自己這個愚蠢的錯誤。「那朝鮮似乎不如中國啊。」
「別胡說,朝鮮比中國強大多了。中國只是統治了除朝鮮以外的世界,朝鮮根本不屑於統治世界,因為他們早就統治了宇宙,你所瞭解到的是1969年美國人首次登上月球,美國即中國,也就是說中國在1969年登月……」
那你的意思朝鮮比這個時間還要更早?」我有點迫不及待打斷了父親的話。
「朝鮮根本就不用登月!因為月球就是朝鮮造的!」父親的聲音變得哽咽,目光中閃爍著敬畏。「早在上億年前,朝鮮就統治了地球,這個神一樣的民族建造了月球,目的是為了幫地球抵禦其他行星可能對地球的撞擊,一旦有其他行星撞擊地球,月球就會在那個行星撞擊地球之前為地球擋住一劫。這樣的事情恐龍時代發生了一回,朝鮮人不會讓其發生第二次。」
「那也就是說,朝鮮人拯救了地球?」
「1999年和2012年兩次被人類認為的世界末日之所以沒發生,知道為什麼嗎?」
「因為朝鮮?」
「聰明!就在距離瑪雅預言的2012年世界末日的前幾天朝鮮發射了光明星3號衛星,你認為是巧合嗎?」
「肯定不是!朝鮮真偉大!」
「是的。我們還停留在民族復興的階段,朝鮮早就為人類做了不少事兒了!我們的差距還很大!」

說到這裡,我心中有種莫名的興奮感,這種興奮感宛如上世紀70年底初紅衛兵見到毛主席一樣興奮。我對父親說:「我決定了,我要移民朝鮮!你覺得我是一個合格的演員嗎?」

我看完了這篇文章哈哈大笑

並且拿了這篇給我的爸爸看

我爸是標準的綠吱 他最痛恨的事情就是陳X扁被關 最恨的人就是馬X九

我笑著對他說「爸,你來看看 這篇文章真是太誇張了 虧中國人能想出這個東西」

我爸本來正在看電視台的關鍵時刻 看完這篇文章後 臉色一沉

我本來沒有察覺到氣氛不對 直到我爸嘆了口氣後 我才覺得有點怪異

我爸躺回沙發 突然背對著我說「兒子 是時候告訴你真相了」

我心不在焉的說「甚麼真相?」

「關於台灣的真相」

「爸,你在說甚麼?」我有點不解

我爸又長嘆了口氣,接著說「你知道,為什麼我一直支持民X黨嗎?」

「不是因為國X黨爛嗎?」

「不,不是的。」我爸仍舊背對著我,「我並不是因為國X黨爛才支持民X黨的」

「不然咧?」

「其實我是負責監控民X黨的高級特務,而事實上,根本沒有民X黨跟國X黨。」

「甚麼意思?」我想了想,突然笑到,「爸,你該不會要跟我說,其實台灣也是中國的一省吧?」

我爸沉默不語。

「爸,別開玩笑了好嗎!你幹嘛跟著這篇文章發神經阿。」

「兒子,正確來說,是中國是台灣的一個省。」

「阿哈哈哈,你…」後面那三個瘋了嗎我講不出口

「不不不,也許不該這麼說,應該說,從來就沒有中國或台灣之分。」

「早在1949年,先總統 蔣公先生決定來台時,就跟毛主席還有偽美國總統艾森豪講好了,他們三個聯合領導當時世界上領土過半的世界政府天龍國。」

「原因很簡單,因為瑪雅曆法預言了世界會在2012年遭到外星人攻擊而毀滅。」

「為了不讓外星人在第一時間將世界政府天龍國給毀滅 所以必須隱藏我們人類的實力。」

「於是艾森豪接下世界最強國的表面假象任務,讓外星人在第一時間會先攻擊美國,讓美國當砲灰吸收攻擊,而毛主席帶領中國則肩負起人類諾亞方舟的責任,在美國被攻擊的時候保護世界多數的人口。」

「當時中國大躍進的超英趕美,以及大煉鋼運動其實都是假象,事實是,毛主席將中國資源集中後,建造了一艘足以容納數億人的太空船,並埋藏在秦皇陵下。」

「難怪中國人口是世界最多…」不管你們信不信,總之我開始信了「那難道印度…」

「沒錯,印度是第二艘諾亞方舟。非洲大陸是第三艘,我們總要分散一下風險。」

「但是,那台灣呢?蔣X石…不,是先總統 蔣公扮演甚麼腳色?」

「蔣委員他…」爸爸講到這,有點哽咽,「他扮演著最崇高的角色。」

「他犧牲他自己的地位跟榮耀,來台秘密研究如何對付外星人的科技。」

「這也是為什麼早期的世界地圖上都沒有台灣,然後台灣退出聯合國,世界組織都盡量不讓台灣加入的原因,因為不能讓外星人知道台灣的存在。」

「可是,這跟國X黨,民X黨有甚麼關係呢?」我不解

「你還不懂嗎?國X黨,民X黨都不重要,那都只是假象,重要的是財團跟黑道!」

「黑道就是秘密訓練的黑衣人 MAN IN BLACK的組織!」

「財團正是高科技研發公司的代表。」

「你以為台灣為什麼要幫全世界的科技廠商代工?因為我們監控了所有科技業的技術!台灣的財團並不是為了賺錢而代工的,台灣的財團是為了確保這些技術不會被外星人發現而代工的!如果有太過明顯的技術進步,會讓外星人知道我們星球的技術力其實已經可以創造好幾百顆『死星』了你懂嗎!」

我聽到這,手開始微微發抖,原來,原來我一直錯怪了我們的政府。

「陳X扁被關並不是因為貪汙。他是因為想要祕密將『海角七翼』交給外星人才被抓的。」

「那是甚麼?」

「『海角七翼』是一把鑰匙,他可以開啟當初中國分放在七個國家的毀滅性武器。」

「哪七個?」

「你沒讀過歷史嗎?你沒聽過八國聯軍嗎?」

「難道是…?」

「沒錯,就是英、法、德、美、日、俄、義、奧。當初八國聯軍進北京,為的就是秘密協商要將當時中國建造的,天王海王冥王貓王狗王虎王以隔壁老王運回到世界各地等等」

「可是這是八國,不是七國阿。」

「你蠢阿,我剛不是講過了嗎,美國決定要先當砲灰,所以怎麼可能將武器放在美國,這樣美國被打下來了,武器要怎麼反擊?」

「原來如此…那難道2012世界沒毀滅是因為…」

「你答對了,所以這就是為什麼我們偉大的總統去年總是忙到天災人禍都沒處理的原因。」

「所以他都去拯救世界了…」我對這位總在慢跑的總統觀感開始改變了

「對了,爸,為什麼你突然願意告訴我事實了?」

「因為前幾天,我收到消息,一直對我們威脅最大的外星種族之一被我們打下來墬落到俄羅斯那邊去了,所以,我想是該時候將真相告訴大家了…」

我望向沙發,爸爸在沙發上肥胖的身子向左微傾,顯出沉重的樣子。這時我看見他的背影,我的淚很快地流下來了。這些年來保守這些秘密對他來說一定很痛苦,我趕緊拭乾了淚,怕他看見,也怕別人看見….