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Regarding the Extracurricular & the Camps

Getting involved, in non-school related activities here, translated…

My youngest was headed out early in the morn, because the camp from her major was starting, as a freshman, she is very enthusiastic of all the activities hosted by her major.  I remembered, that, we’d, headed out before light for her last thing too, in the nearly zero degree icy cold floor of the CKS Memorial Hall, rolled around on the floorboards, it was her salsa club of her high school, she was responsible for coordinating a “recital of her younger schoolmates.”

My youngest started dancing from her kindergarten years to date, dance had become, her favorite.  It’s just, that her school teachers mentioned how if she’d worked too hard on her “hobby”, it may, cause her grades to slip, but she’d, asked us, not to worry, “the extracurriculars are important rites of passage, just let them give it all they got for this!”  but, I’d, found my daughter, with that lack, of enthusiasm, turned out, she had, dropped her activities, because she’s still, trying to figure out what she’s good at academically, she’d told us, “I’m more than certain about dance, and anything else, is not good enough for me.”  Until her final year in high school, she’d, transferred from the sciences, to the social sciences, and now, she’s, in the major she has great interests in, communications, and, she’d, danced every day, and now, she’d, gone out early in the morn, for her summer camp activities.

查看來源圖片the assortments of activities, not related to the academic…photo from online

My eldest and I, were both into the extracurriculars in our high school years, I’d, gotten involved in two groups, one was for vanity, the band, the other, school paper.  Being in band, I’d, played the trumpet, without much talent, just so I can, put on that marching uniform that made me shine on flag day, and, walking across the podium before the President’s Office.  As for the school paper, it was, where my heart lies, I’d, let my own, writing talents, poured out.  I’d recalled, how hard it’d been that I had, worked, on every topic, how I’d, gone to the shopping marts, to find the old photos, to do the interviews, and published my not-mature-enough writings, wanted to pour all of my doubts of the world, my feeling lost for my future, along with my dissatisfaction toward school, all out in the open.

I can no longer recall how the periodical had, turned out, but, my grades, slipped, and, that became, a F-A-C-T.

I’d found a university that I really don’t hate to study in, but the major I was in, it wasn’t anywhere near my interest profile.  And, by then, editing the periodicals, no longer, satisfied my mind, maybe back then, love was, taken up half of my mind.

And yet, because I’d, lost love, I’d, decided, to go for the president of the club, to let myself, embrace this major I’d, found myself to be in, tired, to learn to be a, leader.  And so, the memories of my college years, were revolved around the freshmen orientations, the camps, the seminars, the book fairs, the competitions.  I recalled all the guest lecturers I’d invited, remembered all the shows we’d put on for the freshmen orientations, recalling that freshman ball we hosted, remembered the singing and skit competition I’d, set up, remembering being in the trainees of the officers of the clubs of the school too, along with how I continued being the team counselor as I went into my senior year.

I’d once not wanted to graduate, because I loved being a student too much.  And, the best memories of being a student, are from, the extracurricular activities, as we’d, entered into the groups on our own, there’s, too many connections there.  Like how I watched my eldest get too excited as she’d, started, editing the footage, like how I imagined my youngest happily, leading the freshmen, because she’s, finally, a sophomore.

查看來源圖片volunteer counts too!  Photo from online

Some had found their significant others in the extracurricular groups, like my eldest brother and sister-in-law.  A lot of people found what they truly loved, like my youngest and I.  Recently, I’d, edited a periodical of a bookstore, and, I’d, found my passions there, and that, was when I’d, recalled, this, was what I loved, doing back then.

And so, these extracurricular activities in college, they’d not, only enriched our schooling careers, but it may also, point us, toward the directions of our, future jobs too, and so, don’t be too worried, when your own young got too involved in their extracurricular activities, besides, the university years aren’t about making the grades, it’s about, discovering, who we are!!!

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Showing, a Little More Extra Skin, with Time…

They’re all just, strippin’ off their clothes, little, by little these days, and this shit is still happening, IN progression, because how BORING would it be, if you see, a set of large JUGS, flashing before your eyes, huh???  And, wouldn’t you prefer to be “teased” for a bit, for that final BUILT-UP to those huge JUGS on top, those ladies that are currently, TOPLESS, flashing their TITS to the general public???  (yeah, you ASSHOLES, I’m talkin’ ‘bout all you losers out there!!!)

like, this???  Photo from online

Showing, a little more extra skin, with time, that’s, expected, maybe, I did NOT begin my career as a STRIPPER, I’m only, a model, at those, shows with the cars, the electronics, and what not, and, I got, hired to do those cosplay things at those, nerdy, geeky, online gaming conventions…

But, I’m, showing, a little more extra skin, with time, and before anybody knows it, I shall be, appearing before ALL of you, in my “wholesome” (don’t EVEN, you LOSERS!!!), and, all you guys will all be, drooling over me, and, getting that ERECTION of yours, and dreaming of me in your arms (EWWWWWWWWWW, and DON’T EVEN!!!).

And yeah, that’s, what’s currently happening, out in the modeling world here, and, maybe, you’d NOT begun, as a STRIPPER, but, you’ll, END up with one, ‘cuz, you’re, selling your sexiness, posing like some hot babe at those god DAMN car conventions, online gaming conventions and SHITS…………

and turns into something like this???See the source imageimage found online…

And that would be, the “progressions” of how models turn into WHORES, no offense, but hey, feel free to come after me, ladies.

 

 

 

 

 

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The Paradise Called Childhood, Lost…

The paradise called childhood, lost, and no matter how hard you’d tried, you will, NEVER get it back again.  The paradise called childhood, lost, for good, and, it’s, never found again, and, even as you’d, backtracked to what went wrong back then, there’s, still NO way of making up, for the loss of time you were supposed to have been, allotted, through childhood.

The paradise called childhood, lost, forever, and, it’s, never found, because, just like how Alice never dug herself back out, of that Rabbit Hole, after her head was, chopped off by the Queen of Hearts???  (I mean, how can you possibly still DIG your way out of a hole, IF you got your heads chopped off, right???  Think about it for a sec…).

like this abandoned Teddy by the side of the road???  Photo from online…

The paradise called childhood, lost, don’t know when I lost you, childhood, but, you’d been gone for so long now, and, even though, it’s, not at all normal, for a child like me, to live without a proper childhood, I had, forced myself to adapt, to growing up without you in my younger years…

The paradise called childhood, lost, and nobody knows how, it was here, just a short while ago, but, it’s not here now, perhaps, it fell through to the depth of that rabbit hole, and, never dug itself out, like Alice???

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When You Tripped & Fell

The help from complete strangers, and, it’d made your life better, as well as the ones you’d helped out too, translated…

As you were growing up, when you’d, fallen carelessly, your parents who wanted you to have that smooth ride in life, in a panic, had always reminded you, to get back up on your own.  The parents of that era would always, pass along the wisdoms of life in every day, because the road to your future, you shall, walk by yourselves.

like this???查看來源圖片photo found online

In reality, before the years had given you that “label” of old, if you’d, tripped and fallen flat on your face in public, other than feeling embarrassed, before you feel the pains from your trip and fall, you can only, get back up in a hurry.  Once, I saw a woman, tripping by the tiles that were, uneven by the sidewalks, I’d rushed toward her to see if she needed any assistance, she’d gotten back up in a hurry, and stated, “I’m sorry”, this was, out of embarrassment, seeing how she was okay, I’d helped her pick up the purse that flew out of her hand, she’d told me thank you repeatedly, and left, I couldn’t help but mumbled to myself, “thank heavens she’s not injured!”

And I also, had more than my share of trips and fall, as I’d, begun to age.  Sometimes, I’d, gotten too distracted by all around me, not paid attention to where I was walking, then, tragedy came towad me, and, the best way I’d, handled the matter, to save myself from embarrassment was, to pick up my belongings, and made my escape from where I’d, tripped and fallen.  But, the years took their tolls, as I entered into the bottomhalf of my life, it seemed, that even if I wanted to, I’d, had a hard time.

At this time, I’m, physically weakened, my bodily functions started, not listening to my commands, and, even AS I’d paid attention to where I was going, there were, still, multiple dangers lurking all around me, and, there would be those moments of unexpected falls I had had.  Once, I was wearing a mask, my eyes were blocked from seeing well, plus, the skies didn’t have enough lifht, I couldn’t tell there were the uneven pavements, I’d, tripped and fallen too hard, my body fell, like I was, trying to slide onto a base in a baseball game, it hurt so bad I couldn’t get back up immediately, the young man who was sliding on his cell phone close by, was alerted my the huge crash I’d made, he’d turned his head, looked at me, I’d originally thought he was, going to come over, and give me a hand so I could, stand back up, but instead, he’d, focused his attention back, to his cell phone; being optimistic, I could, only make fun of myself, must be, that I looked, young, that was why he’d, felt he’d not needed to, lend me a helping hand.  And, as I’d, switched my mindside, the pains seemed to, fade away a bit, and, I got up, in one breath.

圖/Tai Perawith all those eyes watching, and NOBODY lending a helping hand, illustration from UDN.com

After this awful experience, as I met someone who was in a similar predicament, I’d emplored more empathy.  Once as I was rushing to my community college to class, on my way, I saw an elderly man, who was walking along the parking spots for the scooters, not saw the pavements, he’d fallen down hard.  A young woman who was coming towards him from the opposite direction and I were the first “witnesses”, other than exclaiming aoud, we’d rushed over to the elderly, to check if he was, okay.  I squatted down, used my umbrella, to shade the elderly man from the sun,, and picked up the shoe he’d lost to the side, attempted to help him put it back on, but he couldn’t, have enough strengths to, while another man standing to the side just, looked at us, with that cold stare; as the middle aged woman who’d just, parked her bicycle saw, she’d used her experience, and confirmed that the elderly had a fracture on his hips, that he needed to be taken to the hospital immediately; with his pains worsening, the elderly man finally agreed, to allow us to call for help on his behalf.  Back then, I’d, acted as the interim “commander”, had the helpful young lady dial up emergency, then, asked the middle age woman to help notify the elderly man’s families, while I’d tried to calm the man down, and had him recite the phone numbers of his loved ones, and, as he’d become, a bit confused by the numbers, he’d spoken to himself, “that sounded right…”, and thankfully, the number he’d given, was the correct one, and, as I’d used the phones to call up the elderly’s son, I handed the phone to him, so he could tell his son what had happened, so his families won’t mistake the call as a scam, at this time, the ambulace finally rushed over, and, the accident ended well, then, I’d, gotten back up, toward my community college, and, my steps became lighter, because I’d, helped someone in needx.

In the trips and falls we may all have in our lives, if there are someone who was willing to, help us out, give up a helping hand, helping us get back up, it will, give us all a boost, to keep on, moving forward in our lives; and, I’d much rather become the help that someone else needed, because the way of life is twisting and winding, and none of us would know when we will, need a helping hand ourselves, and, if we can all be a part of this cycle of kindness, we might be able to, reduce something tragic from happening all around us.

And so, this, is what you’d gained, from helping someone in need out, you’d, felt that you’d lent the elderly man a helping hand, and in helping out, your empathy was, activated, because you’d hoped that someone would be willing, to help you out when you get into a jam, besides, you’d had a previous bad experience when you’d needed the help, and the person around you, didn’t give a SHIT, and you don’t want anybody to tell helpless like you had that time.

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A Two-Year-Old Child Was Abused to a Vegetative State, His Parents Were Charged

Parents who hurt their young, off the Front Page Sections, translated…

At the start of last year, there was a two-year-old boy who fell into a coma, his parents carried him into the E.R. to ask for help, but the child had subdural hematoma, he became, a vegetable, the doctors who treated him found that he was covered in bruises and wounds old and new, that there were, puncture wounds on the soles of his feet; the police and social workers intervened, and found, that the boy’s twin older sister, and another younger sister of a little over a year old were, “disciplined” the wrong way long-term, the Changwha District Court yesterday charged the abusive parents.

This pair of husband and wife admitted to what they did to their own young children, admitted that they’d, improperly, disciplined the children.  In the indictments, the D.A. stated, that the boy’s father was guilty of abuse, and the mother had long-term abused the children, and charged with physical assault, and negligence assault, and suggested to the judge, to increase their sentences by fifty percent of what would normally be given to the adults charged in similar conditions.

cruelty to a young child, photo found online

At around noon of February 8th, this couple rushed their two-year-old comatose son into the E.R.  The doctors examined him, found the child to suffer from subdural hematoma, and they couldn’t get him back, he fell into a vegetative state, and because the doctors, in their examinations of the boy found there were wounds old and new on him, that there were puncture wounds on the soles of his feet, they suspected it was a serious case of child abuse, and immediately notified the police and the social services.

The child’s mother admitted, that on February 8th of last year, she was alone at home with the children, he’d started crying, she couldn’t soothe him, she’d picked him up and started, shaking him, and accidentally, bumped the young boy’s head on the wooden wardrobe, then the child had, stopped crying, and that was when she’d realized that her son was in a comatose, and started twitching unstop, she’d, panicked, and found something sharp, to stab the child’s soles, to attempt to wake him up using pain.  Later, as her husband returned home from buying them lunch, they’d quickly, rushed their young child to the E.R.

And, we still have here, TWO unfit parents, and, this time, a two-year-old young boy was beaten to comatose, and this couple managed to have a total of FOUR young children between them, and you can guess, how many times this kid’s younger and older siblings may have been abused, but, you’d, probably, NOT come close to the exact number of times these young children were hurt!  And these parents deserve to DIE for what they did to their own young children.

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The Sensible & Rational Sides of a Marathon

A more “scientific approach” to running a marathon here, translated…

I can’t really run, but due to chance, I’d had a ton of friends who are, marathoners.

In order to experience this, I’d, entered into my very first, smaller scale, but beautiful marathon around the Sun Moon Lagoon, and I’d, signed up for the shortest distance, the “Fun Run”.  The group of us used brisk walking to replace the jogging; but I’d, still needed to train for it.查看來源圖片like this???  Photo from online

On that day, I’d gone to train with a group of visually impaired runners to the riverside.  They’d used a rope, with knots tied on both ends, one end on the visually impaired runner, the other on the seeing volunteers, like the three-legged race, they’d moved forward together.  I’d, followed them closely behind, not long thereafter, there’s, this huge distance between me and them, and, before I knew it, they’d, vanished, into the distances.

I’d continued holding my own tempo, with the cold wind blowing across my forehead, sweating down, it’d felt, really, awkward.  There’s, almost no one else by the riverside pass, most of the times, it was, just me, and every now and then, a cyclist would, speed by me, and then, I was left, all alone.  Most of the time, what accompanied me was, this strong sense of, solitude.

And yet, for the visually impaired to run the marathons, wouldn’t it be……I’d, blurted out, “BORING to even think on it!”

“how can you be bored, by ‘thinking’ about it?” in a gathering, the topic of marathon, it’d, sparked up this debate for the two individuals on each end, they’d told me, a ton of imaginations they had of, marathons.

One of the accompanying runners started as an “intern”.  He’d followed a more experienced guide runner to run with the visually impaired.  On the way there, he was, led by the experienced guide, and on the way back, he’d, led.  He’d spoken, with that disbelief in his voice, “The experienced guide told me twenty kilometers’ worth of stories, and the whole path was only, twenty-one kilometers long, oh mine!”  Whatever she’d thought up of, she’d, told me, to her grandmother, to her childhood, to the flowers by the road, the weather, her job………and a turn, before us, there was, this pass, paved with the shades of the trees, and, she’d started, talking about, Mother Nature, what’s meant by “blue skies”, what’s a “green pasture”, what’s a “never-ending ocean”……she was able to, pull out that horizontal pass, and, through it, led the visually impaired runners onto a journey, like the runners aren’t there to run, but instead, to listen to a tale.

I was curious, why did she talk, incessantly?  Turns out, as the visually impaired runner started running, he’d started cramping, and the volunteer chose to tell the tales, to distract him from his own physical discomfort.  If he’d only told of what they’d encountered on the way, it would be, too boring, after all, ordinary people don’t run too fast, and the scenes, are almost, at a standstill; and this experienced accompanying runner, thought of how to get the visually impaired runner, to enjoy the run as he ran blind………so, this, is how fun running a marathon can be!

And yet, not all the visually impaired runners are, blessed enough, to have a companion runner who’s so full of facts to tell.  I’d recalled that many years ago, I’d, gone to chat with a visually impaired runner of an international marathon on this subject, he was very rational, so was his companion runner, he’d, described the marathons he ran as a “battery cell”.

He’d told me, that running a marathon, it’s, a test of how long the battery on you will last, and, you’d needed to, assigned the energies spent on the way effectively.  He’d made the examples, “If your battery is fully charged, the best case scenario is, you’re able to use it, to finish an entire marathon.  Like how it takes a hundred minutes to run a marathon, then, it would be best, if you’d, used one-percent energy per minute that you run!”  You can estimate conservatively, that you’d only needed fifty percent energy to get to the finishing lines; nor can you, overspent, like as you’re half way through, you’d, used up all your energies.  If you’d run faster, how much energy will be spent, if you run slower, how much energy it will, cost you, you’d needed to, recalculate the time needed constantly, add in your physical strengths, and combine it with the speed to which you’re, running with, and use the exact amount of time, to drain up all the energies you may have in you, to just make it, past the finishing lines………

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!  How much, this, represented life itself!

And so, from this, you can see, that running, is no longer just about exercising the body, you need to make the precise calculations, of how much energy it takes you, and, calculate, and factor in all the possible things that can happen on the roads, which is why running a marathon, is sort of an art, and a science!

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A Bunch of Foolish Business Owners in Taiwan, Sponsored Children Who Lived in Poverty Abroad… “Weathered Through My Share of Hardships, and Now, I Want to Help Those Like Me”

Passing the kindness along, because they’d been through the hardships of their lives, and now, they want to help!  From the Front Page Sections, translated…

“I’d Never Bent in Business in My Life, Never Borrowed Any Money from Anybody, But, for the Sake of Helping to Raise Funds for the Charity, I Don’t Know How Many Times, I’d, Already Bent My Back, Begged Others, to Pull the Money Out of Their Own Pockets”.  The Man Who’d Said this, was the Fu-Wei Technology Group’s C.E.O., Hsiao, He’d Started His Company in Changwha, and it’d Already Grown, to Across the Straits to China, Became a Factory for the Intelligent Switching System’s Provider Company, This Past Few Years, He Had Another “Job” He’d Poured His Heart & Soul into—to Help the Fund for Families & Children to Raise Funds for a  Children’s Center, Along with Helping to Sponsor the Children in Poverty Here, as Well as Abroad.

In mid-October, the temperature in middle Asia’s Kyrgyz is already in the teens, Hsiao and thirty more other members of the Taiwan Fund for Children & Families arrived in the dead of winter.  This group consisted of members for Changwha, they were all small-scale business owners, they’d weathered through the poverty in their childhoods, and built up their businesses, from the ground up.  Although many members are approaching their golden years of life, they’d still, taken the three transfers of economy flights to Kyrgyz.  Every member of this group had one thing in common: they are all, very stingy when it comes to themselves, but, they’d, become more than generous in their charitable acts, other than being the permanent sponsors who’d donated $200,000N.T. at once, this time, they’d also, taken along the collected funding of $2.5 million N.T.s, other than visiting with the children they were sponsoring, they’d also, hoped to help build the watering stations in the communities too, Hsiao laughed and told, “We pay the highest amount for this trip!”, and this sort of a foolishness, the outside world often, couldn’t, understand.

Sponsoring Foreign Children, “Donating the Time, AND the Money”

The Taiwan Fund for Children & Family is one of the oldest foundations that helped children out of poverty, in two years, it would enter into its seventieth year of being set up, being able to come so far to this very day, the foundation didn’t rely on government assistance, but the kindness of the members of this society.  From fourteen years ago, the foundation started helping overseas, to help the children in poverty in China in helping them attain better education, and improving their health statuses, currently, there are, SIX total stations abroad.  There was also, a group of sponsors, who’d flown to the various stations abroad by the year, to visit with their children whom they’d never met, and donated the money to better the living environments locally, although they’re unlike the huge corporations, being able to toss down a huge sum all at once, but, they’d donated their money AND time for long-term.

It Wouldn’t Matter if the Needs Were International or Not

But, this group of sponsors were often questioned, there are children in poverty locally too, why would they help the children in poverty abroad?  Hsiao said, ninety-percent of the donations collected by the foundation is being used in Taiwan, only ten-percent are being used overseas, he’d believed, that if there’s a need, then, help shall be given, doesn’t matter if it’s national or internationally.  A member of the group, Chen, who once owned a travel agency, she’d weathered through carrying up her husband’s debts of over twenty million dollars N.T., and she’d not only managed to pay it all up, she’d even, bought a property, opened up her own travel agency.  She said, that being born in the fifties and sixties, everybody was poor, and they’d, received help from abroad back then too, and now, as she’d become, able, she felt compelled, to give back too, “And I’d found, that doing good, can make me even more money!”

And so, this man started something wonderful, because he’d been tried by his own life, grown up in poverty-stricken environment, and knew, how important, having the necessities of life, including the chance of receiving an education is, that is what he’s helping those children in less fortunate backgrounds to achieve, providing them with their most basic needs, so, the children won’t have to worry, and they can, focus on getting an education, and hopefully, pull themselves, out of the poverty they were, born into.

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