Making shoes life

On my way back to Yongjing Shoe's Factory on THSR. Just finished making a pair of high heel last week. It's summer vacation for uni students though I'm now one of them anymore, I still enjoy leisurely strolling on NCTU campus. I missed swimming pool at NCTU. When will be my summer vacation? I was busy preparing the national public scholarship exam, teachers' receuitment exams and then leaning making shoes.... I wanna have a trip, a real break.

Initiation of vocational training

Yesterday was my first day of vocational training, footwear manufacturing. Not much time for me to ponder over if I really like it or can I handle it, I just applied for the training program before its deadline. A test and interview were held for the recruitment and the next day I moved to Yongjing, the training site. It's a almost  two-month training and two shoes have to be made for the demonstration of the training achievement. 

Some trainees were salesmen or worked in the footwear industry, but I don't like them much for their socially greasy talks. And I do miss my place in Hsinchu. The dormitory they provide here is so shabby. But anyway, enjoy it! 

Screw up

Once again screwed up an exam for Yilan Senior High School. So frustrated! A lovely place, Yilan, and I do love to settle down here. 

屁孩物語

有時後那景緻太美，你捨不得閉眼，因為害怕ㄧ睜開眼，那最美的瞬間已如海市蜃樓氤醞無蹤。須臾即永恆，我們企圖以感官與知覺凝結時間，但那是類比訊號，因此記憶只能不斷在永恆的向度裡褪色與質變。有時那景緻太美，你捨不得閉眼，因為害怕ㄧ睜開眼，景物依舊你卻老了。永恆即須臾，再多的SK II與拉皮手術都只是自欺欺人，當屁孩說老了，世界就真的老了。

New Beitou

A shuttle train from New Beitou to Beitou mostly the passangers are senior high school students with their stinky sweat; I bet those boys' bodies must taste salty. 

Doing the exam in the classroom, the 2B pencil in the drawer is always somewat invisible like being lost in the black hole when you just need it to mark your answer sheet.

Campaigns this year

Treat Thw first campaign for teacher's recruiment this year was Hainchu Senior High School last Sunday. By this weekend, they are Taichung Second Senior High School and Wenhua Senior High School. After three battles, I still can't finish the exam in time, but the writing ability is a little sharpened. Rephrasing an article into a concise  passage appropriate for senior high school students and form the cloze test is my Achilles's heel. Mainly I am not familiar with the content of senior high school.

Yesterday one of the reading comprehension tests is about biology; it talks about how does 'dendritic cells', a part  within the white blood cell, educate the navie T cells to recognize the foreign virus or becteria. By drawing some cancer patient's blood and using the dendritic cells to teach his/her T cells; then injecting it back into the patient could treat his cancer. The principle sounds like the vaccine; hopefully biological scientist can breakthrough the obstacle and apply to it into some other treatment, like hiv, etc.

Today's reading, one is about the 'helicopter parenting', the author compares its difference with the range-free education. If parents do everything for their kids to prevent danger, how could they grow up and become autonomous adults?

While heading to Tainan on the bus station, I saw a man, probably 26 or 27 years old, with a boy, probably 3 years old. The combination of a young father and a big kid makes me jealous.  

 

Destiney

Because of an accident my cousin, she, got a girl and then a boy, a happy family.

Because of an accident I got a nightmare and will be under its shadow and shame permanately. 

My destiney, what an irony! God, do you see the pain, torture and scars deeply carved in my heart? Please have your mercy upon me. I suffer. I drop tears. I fear. I do hope you say, 'my shepherds, the sunrise is coming; the nightmare will end; wipe your tears; no more pain and sorrowness!' All the yellow scars burried in the heart could set free and a green bird or a white dove will fly from the scars.