Category Archives: Philosophies of Life
Alone
In a, meditative, state, sitting here, with the rest of, the customers, inside, a café, after work, translated… As the sun sets, there were always, the shops that were, willing to, light up the way for the locals. These lights … Continue reading
A Mentor
How this instructor was a threshold guardian in the writer’s path to writing when he was in the middle school years, the depth of influence these mentors have on our lives is, way too, extensive, and we can still feel … Continue reading
The John Doe Finally Got Returned Back to His Family after Thirteen Years with DNA Testing
A database that helps returned these unidentified deceased persons, back to their own families, so they can finally, bury their loved ones, properly, off of the Newspapers, translated… There’d been a skeleton of a John Doe that was discovered by … Continue reading
The Hopes in Taiwan Rest in the Goodwill of the People
The former mayor of Kaohsiung’s speech had, touched all who’d shown up, supporting him for wherever he’s headed next in the political realms here in Taiwan, off of the Front Page Sections, translated… There was, a gathering of thousands of … Continue reading
The School’s Students & Head of Student Affairs Showed Their Love for Taiwan by Cycling Around the Island to Raise the Funds for Charities
Cycling around the island to show their love for this land, off of the Front Page Sections, translated… The director of student affairs of Mado Middle School in Tainan, Kao had been an educator for twenty-five years, loving cycling, he’d … Continue reading
A Room for the Elders
The relationships of the family members, in the, generations, how much love there is, in this, family here, translated… These Rooms, Designed for the Elders, are Normally Located on the First Floor, with the Squarish Shape, and Small Space, Center … Continue reading
An Jar of Pickled Radish
How the love that we have for someone who died, is, saved, by us…translated… The feelings can be hidden, way, too deep within. There is a florist close by, that I’d gone to frequently to buy the flowers, but, I’d, … Continue reading
The Rhapsody of the O.R.
Going on the rounds now, everybody, follow up! The ins and outs of an O.R. at a hospital, translated… The very first time I was in the O.R., I was, just as excited as everybody else, at the same time, … Continue reading
The Air, My Friend
The column by Jimmi Liao, on not realizing one’s own, potentials to become, translated, by me… Home, Sank into the Oceans. But I Can’t Move, so I’d Become, Home-Less, and Can Only Learn to, Breathe, as Fishes Would, Learn How … Continue reading