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Dalian Immersion Program

Chiok Jun Hua Ivan
Singapore Polytechnic
Diploma in Experience and Product Design

Saturday, May 9, 2009
Week 3, Day 18+19+20

Today was a special day. 1 lecturer, 1 tour guild, 1 bus driver, 20 students and another 2 strangers combined as one as we embarked on the long journey to the ice valley. I was hiding myself at the back of the bus’s corner with the wide window view opened beside me. Writing this post on my yellow note book I had on my left hand. It was raining and the weather wasn’t looking fine at all. The bus was jerky as I began to scribble my way using the help of my lap luckily without any much difficulty. I then took out my Mp3 and started to listen to the tune that sounded so familiar once again. Looking out of the window, the countless numbers of tree and greeneries flooded my sight yet my eyes just can’t stop looking at it. I thought in my mind. How did the environment become so dirty? When did this actually started? Why destroy the environment by littering or polluting the land, air and water? What didn’t we as man kind do something? The questioning of myself reminded me on the sentence said by a professor fromDalian Polytechnic University, during a talk on Thursday. He mentioned on the environmental issue that was urgently needed to be looked into. Something that we mustn’t escaped from. This is what he said: “We must always think about and link to the environment no matter it could be art, design or any other things we create. When we get ill, the environment gets ill. If the environment gets ill, we also will be ill” This acts like an electric current that’s runs all activities on earth and if it was to be stopped one day. It could only mean that it’s the end of life to earth and mother earth had already reached its maximum limit. It would then be too late. As I have been staying in Dalian for some time, I truly understand how the professor felt as the situation China is facing now is something that only changes and time could resolve. The air is dusty and many streets are filled with rubbish, flies producing unpleasant odor pollutants into the air. Vehicle are constantly flowing on the road as it produces so much harmful gases into the air not knowing that it could one day kill themselves. Mother earths aren’t coping well with the stress we are giving her. It is time for her to rest as she truly needed and deserved to rest. Just like what the professor had said why not really try to include the environment when designing.

Continuing… It was still raining as we reach the Ice Valley. The place was huge and the scenery was nothing I had seen before. It also made me feel so tiny compared to the tall and indestructible mountain around me. The view was still wonderful as the temperature was perfect even though the area was a little misty due to the rain which never stopped. It was around 2 hours later when we ended the entire walk in the Ice Valley. Although the Ice Valley is a national reserved in China and is so called one of the most beautiful places in China. I didn’t really enjoy much during the stay. In fact I’ve understood more than what I suppose to see. I remembered the time I was situated right in the middle of the mountain when my mind suddenly turned blank. I can still remember clearly that the mountains were all very tall and humongous as the existence of me seems to disappear. For that instance, I wanted to know who I am but I couldn’t remember who I actually was. I also felt totally free for once, forgetting who I was for that moment. The nature was as though trying to communicate with me and trying to convey a certain message to me. However, I am not sure what is it totally about but this was the kind of feeling I got at that particular place I was standing at. A message without a question and a question without an answer. A very mystical and unbelievable experience I encountered at the Ice Valley.