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Being Classmates with My Son

Having someone you know in the class, it helps you, learn better, because the two of you can discuss together, and help each other understand the course materials you couldn’t quite understand yet, translated…

My son worked for a couple of years as a security guard, one day he’d suddenly told me, “Mom, I’m going to quit my job, and take the national exams!”

As I’d heard, I was, more than, ecstatic! I thought of the news reports of how the security guards got beaten to death, and how his coworkers had recently been injured on the job, had several stitches, I’d, given him my blessing, in my words, as through my actions, I’d, signed him up for the prep courses.

a father and a daughter taking the same graduate courses together, photo from online

 

My plans of life was to take twenty basic law courses first, and my son’s test was also, related to, law enforcement, and, we’d, both signed up for the penal law course, and, became classmates in the credited courses.

There was, another father-and-son pair in the penal law course, the two of them always sat on the first row, they’d taken the class very seriously. Although the father was older, he was, the student who’d, asked the most number of questions each class period. And, although I’d, audited a whole year’s worth of law courses, and earned nearly ten hours of credits, and listened closely in class, but, I have limited memory capacity, and can only, record the class sessions to get the key points, thinking I’ll, listen to the recordings often, to make up for the lacking of my memories. My son is shy in nature, had set at the last row in class, and, although, he’d not missed a single class, he’d not had any prior knowledge of the law, and, it’s hard for me to know, how much of the lectures he’d actually, understood.

Before this class was over, the former manager of his work called him up, wanting him to return back to the job. Because there’s a lack of workers, he’d promised, that my son could, set up his work schedule according to his classes, that maybe, he could, study the course material during his breaks from work. Although, I’d, told him he should, just, study hard, and prepare for the exams, but he’d, decided, to return back to work.

When he’d gone to his new workplace, turned out, his new manager was, also, a veteran in taking the national exams, and learned of his situation, he’d, started zooming in on my son, to make sure he was, hitting the books. As he’d stopped going to work, stayed at home to prepare for the exams, he’d often, gotten sidetracked, and, as he’d returned back to the workforce, his manager is, making sure he was, studying like he’s supposed to, he’d, made more progresses in his studies, compared to when he was at home doing it on his own.

Being classmates with my sons had many perks, once I couldn’t make it to class, and I’d asked him to record the lectures, and we can, discuss with one another on the cases, or things we can’t, quite understand. The finals of that penal code class, surely enough, the father-son pair made the highest grades, that father scored a 95, it’s truly, impressive. My son and I, scored, toward the bottom, but the professor was kind enough, gave me a final grade of eighty-one, but I know we didn’t work, hard enough, every day, we’d still, snuck in those Japanese soaps and comic books, we should, take from the father-son pair in our class, follow their, leads in studying hard.

As I’d, introspected over how I’d not worked, hard enough in class, I’d wanted to, tell my son, who’s, focused on his career, who’d, put in more energy, “Classmate, keep working at it!”

And so, this is the perks of having someone there with you in class, the two of you can discuss things you don’t quite understand together, help one another learn better, that’s what happened, to the father-and-son pair in the class, and the writer used them as a role model.

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Disregarding the Costs, the Mobile Supermarkets Entered into the Distant Regions, “We Can’t Care about the Costs”

A social welfare program, that didn’t, CARE about the cost, but only, helping the locals, we need more of these in the world right now that’s for sure! From the Newspapers, translated…

The mountain regions in Yilan is off-the-maps, the locals can’t shop easily, the Helping with Love Supermarket’s C.E.O., Chu made a wish of “delivering the groceries to the distant regions”, push for the mobile supermarket programs, used two million dollars to alter the 3.5-ton truck into a mobile marketplace, yesterday, the truck was official, it’d, delivered the meats, the vegetables, the fruits, the instant noodles, the soy sauces, the daily needs, along with, over a thousand groceries, up to the mountains, to sell.

photo from UDN.com宜蘭山區部落購物不便,喜互惠推出「行動超市」,昨天正式營運。 記者羅建旺/攝影the grovery store on wheels…

The mobile supermarket at the start of the year, started the trials of using a 1.5 ton truck, it’d gone to the regions of Nanshan, in Datong, the Four Seasons, the Ylang, the Song-Luo, Le-Shui, Ying-Shih, along with Nan-Ao, the native tribal areas first, and, also, to the communities far off in the northern Yilan, Gueishan, Daxi, and other local communities, so these distant towns can also, get their needed groceries.

“We don’t care about the costs!” the mobile supermarket is out on the road a lot, of it, it takes two hours per way, to the 1,200 meter high Datong’s Nanshan Tribes, a total of four hours, over a hundred meters, Chu said, the items in the mobile supermarket is exactly the same as what we sell in the cities, in prices too.

The mobile supermarkets’ “shelves” don’t have the randomized groceries, it’d been, surveyed by the statistics, to see which items are mostly needed by the locals, and, everything the locals need, they can, preorder it from online, the meats, the vegetables, and, then, after the orders were, placed, the mobile supermarket drives up the mountains, there’s no extra, delivery charges.

Chu said, other than deliveries made to the distant regions, if there are larger scale functions, or nursing homes that needed, the mobile supermarkets will deliver, “when we are, service-oriented, we stopped considering the costs!”, Chu said, that the mobile supermarkets bring in a set income, and, considering the costs of gas, of the wear and tear of the vehicles, the drivers, and the costs for hiring the cashiers, they’d have a negative earning, but, because of the needs of the distant regions, it needs, to be done.

And so, this, is something wonderful this man started, he saw a need, and, provided the services, and, we need more of these, understanding minds, more of these, helping states of minds, to make this world a better place, and this man is, already, doing more than his share, to make a difference, in the lives, of others, not caring about the costs.

 

 

 

 

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Untitled for Life

All the things you deemed to be important, are actually, N-O-T!  Helping you put things into, perspective, thoughts from the wilderness, translated…

Laptop, succulent plants, the moon, the fog, the porridge, ended in a day.

The autumn wind became too famished like the screams of that gecko on the wall.

Using a vowel, trying to catch the aromas of the sweet olive from the lanai, and the habanero is also, turning red now.

what we’re, in pursuit of…artwork found online

Suddenly, the sweet talking nightingale started, cussing out.  Urine, held in, to allow all the noises to fall into, their, rightful places.

And so, this, is what you’re, reduced to, unimportant at night, and you need to go to the bathrooms, and something’s holding you back, and it’s, just this, urgency that if you don’t go, your bladder’s gonna, bust, and that, is what becomes, of your, life, meaningless………

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The Air, My Friend

The column by Jimmi Liao, on what’s instinctive to someone, may not be instinctive to another, and we shouldn’t, judge one another based off of what we know!  Translated…

Can’t believe they’re, learning to swim, what do they learn in learning to swim, isn’t that supposed to be, instinct?

Nope.

the artwork that came with the passage, off of UDN.com

Not at all.

By this “conversation”, we can tell, how we lacked respect for what each other has, that we make judgments of one another based off of our personal experiences, and the thing is, everybody has different experiences in life, just because it’s something you know, that doesn’t mean, that everybody knows it too…

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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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