A Local Young Man from Bitan Gave Up His High Salary at a Firm, and is Now, Living His Dreams of Entrepreneurship, Making the Dragon Boats

林子鈞放棄百萬年薪,就為了堅持他的龍舟夢。 記者陳珮琦/翻攝

the man, very  enthusiastic about what he does for a living, and that, is the key to his success!

This man realized, that there’s, MORE important things than making the high pays, that it is, more important, that he enjoys, doing what he loves for work! From the Newspapers, translated…

Who says that only on Dragon Boat Festival can you row the dragon boats? The only and first sports company focusing on the dragon boat races, “Seeker”, uses the customizations of the courses, it’d, started up the trend of the companies’ interest in the activities.

The company, “Seeker”, hidden in the old shopping streets of Bitan in Hsintien, is the very first, and ONLY sports company that trains the dragon boat racers, its founder, Dzi-Jun Lin is a child who’d grown up by the side of Bitan, every time he’d recalled how the earlier years of his life when the dragon boat races, involving tens of thousands of participants, it’d, roused up his dreams of becoming a dragon boat rower too, and so, a year ago, for the sake of his own dreams, he’d given up on his million-dollar salaries, and set up “Seeker”, the water sports company.

“Seeker” means “seeking a dream”, with an MBA, when Lin studied in the U.S., he’d gone on the dragon boat races sponsored by the enterprises in Taiwan, all around the U.S. to compete, “there are the races being held year-round in the U.S.”; later he’d started working in Taiwan for two years, and although he’d made around a million dollars annually, “but I was unhappy”, because his dream of racing the dragon boat still lived inside of his mind, and so, he’d, quitted his job, went to China, to observe the developments of the dragon boat races in China, and saw enormous potentials, and decided, to turn his dreams into action.

“Because of that sense of cohesiveness”, Lin told, that the reason why the dragon boat races are so attractive was “it takes everybody onboard the boat to work together, the racers hearts needed to beat as one”, and because many of the workers from various companies, who’d started racing the dragon boats, fell in love, they’d not set up the groups on their own, with their own teams, and they’d even, bought the boats to race for practice on their own.

Lin said, that the establishment of his company, “Seeker”, not only provided the trainers, the equipment, the boat that the races needed, it’d also appealed to the outstanding watersports competitors to sign on, so they can put their skills to good use, and it’d taken this celebratory competitive sport toward a global realm as well.

So, because this young man loved the sport so very much, and he saw the potentials of setting up the establishment for the sport, he’d, followed through the steps, to make his own dreams come true, and that just showed, that if you have a dream, you should, go out, and pursue it, given that your dreams, don’t hurt anybody else.

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Flustered

You broke me!…查看來源圖片like this???  Sketch found online…

From a blog in Chinese I’m a subscriber to, translated, by me…

On the Green Pastures

I’d, Lost My Self

During the Long & Winded Season of Rain

I’d, Allowed Myself Go

On a Night, Populated, by No Other

查看來源圖片hurt, doesn’t it???  Sketch found online…

Thought I Could, Forget………

But I’d Become, Red-Eyed

the Moment I’d, Met You

You’d, Walked Right Through Me

I Know I Should, Give Up

But, I Stood Still

in the Crossing

Staring, at Your Backside

And so, this, is how someone TORTURES oneself, the person your in love with no longer loves you, but you can’t, quite let him go yet, and, there’s, nothing you can do, but to just, wait, and cry, as hard and as frequently as you may need to, until one day, that person, no longer roused up any sort of an inkling of an emotion from you again, then, you’d, successfully, gotten over the person!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Flustered

From a blog in Chinese I’m a subscriber to, translated, by me…

On the Green Pastures

I’d, Lost My Self

During the Long & Winded Season of Rain

I’d, Allowed Myself Go

On a Night, Populated, by No Other

Thought I Could, Forget………

But I’d Become, Red-Eyed

the Moment I’d, Met You

You’d, Walked Right Through Me

I Know I Should, Give Up

But, I Stood Still

in the Crossing

Staring, at Your Backside

And so, this, is how someone TORTURES oneself, the person your in love with no longer loves you, but you can’t, quite let him go yet, and, there’s, nothing you can do, but to just, wait, and cry, as hard and as frequently as you may need to, until one day, that person, no longer roused up any sort of an inkling of an emotion from you again, then, you’d, successfully, gotten over the person!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Winning, is Being Happy

The philosophy of this visually impaired street performer’s life, translated…

She said, “I have flexible schedule, we can go out for coffee anytime you want to……”

We’d arrived at a café she loved, and, we were careless, spilled the coffees, the owner of the shop quickly went to get the dishrags, “no, it’s not necessary, I’ll wipe it myself!” the two of us were like in a race, before the shop owner got back, we’d, wiped the table off with the napkin, she was so happy she’d, won, she’d, let out a hooray!

Being completely blind, she’s a street performer, and only worked on the two days of the weekend, just like she’d told me, work wasn’t busy one bit, there would be five days of the week that belonged to just her, “I loved to sing, not to be famous, just hoped, that I have the chance to perform for someone is all.”

As she’d started performing, she’d only sung her favorite songs, later, she’d told her audience, “You can make a request, and see if I know it”, this small turn was like how the chef hated chopping the onions, but for the sake of his guests, he’d still needed to do it.

There would be the period of time when she’d just talked before she’d performed, completely matched her character, her mode of work was she’d sung a song, then started a monologue, sometimes, she’d struck up a conversation with a member of the audience.

“Do you like your job?”

She’d raised up her pitch, “I love it, I’m very happy, I can be, free as I wish!”

She’d worked hard singing, at least, keeping this lifestyle going. Although it’s quite hard for someone who’s visually impaired to live, but it’d not, troubled her one bit.

Actually, I’d come into contact with a lot of street performers, on the sunny days, it was all right, but on the rainy, it was, like going to war, “Yeah, happened a couple of times.” If it were a sudden downpour, it’d, made the performers panic, especially when the equipment are expensive, but there would always be the kind souls, that came to help. And her cart, containing all of her necessities, electric keyboard, microphone, electric bottle, a set of stereos………over thirty kilograms in weight. Naturally, she couldn’t, possibly haul it all out on one try by herself, so she’d, split the items up into six, seven trips, and as she’d moved the equipment, she’d, hollered aloud, “Excuse me, excuse me”, walked to about ten minutes away to take a cab, and, after she got out of the cab, she’d moved the equipment onto the trolley, with the cane, moved to her spot, set the items up. As for the route she took, she’d learned from a visually impaired professor, it wasn’t hard for her. After she was done performing, she’d put up all her equipment, the placed them onto the cart, then, went to the place where the cabs were waiting in shifts……………I’d become dizzy, just hearing her tell of it, but, she’d stated, with that steady tone, “Although it’s hard, but I love it.”

查看來源圖片here’s a photo of a street performer, from online…

She kept stressing, that this, was her ideal job, although she’d only worked two days per week, and not made quite enough money, but she really, loved it. “I look forward to the weekends everyday, that way, I can, head out happy, to sing for others……” Her voice was infectious, and, she’d not just carried that lifted tone when she said “happy”, her face was, smiling too.

That was, enough, being happy, is winning in life.

And so, this, is how easily satisfied this woman is, she’d needed very little, just to do what she enjoyed, performing in front of others, for what little money she could make. Job satisfaction is EVERYTHING, if you don’t enjoy what you’re doing, no matter how well it pays, it’s, still a DRAG!!!

Maybe, It’s Time, We Said, “Goodbye”…

I’d, given it, a lot of thought, that maybe, it’s time, we said, “goodbye”…’cuz, we are, NOT good for each other, but, knowing that, is till can’t help but feel, that strong attraction toward you, and I don’t know, how to, turn it off!

Maybe, it’s time, we said, “goodbye”…before either one of us gets damaged completely, beyond repair? But, we can’t, we’re, too entangled, in body, mind, soul, and heart, to part, and as you, draw me in, I felt, very good, but at the same time, that sense of panic, arose!

Maybe it’s time, we said, “goodbye”…yeah, it’s, for the best, we weren’t, quite right for one another anyhow, and, staying together will only, cause more damage to both of us, and so, I have to be, the stronger one, to PULL the plugs while I still can.

Maybe, it’s time, we said, “goodbye”…staying together won’t do us any good! After all, I already, SAW into the future, and it ain’t, pretty one bit!!!

 

Found a Piece of Sunset

A memorabilia you’d found, at random, translated…

I’d arrived in the deserts in the early evenings.

I’d also, found a coin here. Toward the items I’d found, I’m not used, to taking them as mine, if it’s valuable, I’d sent it into the lost and found, if I figured that someone might come back to look for it, then, I’d, leave it right where I’d, found it. For instance, I’d found an iPhone on the benches of the park, and I’d imagined, that the owner may come back to look for it.

photo from UDN.com…the coin the woman found…

But this time was special, I’d found a coin in the desert, I knew that it didn’t have high value, and so, I’d felt, at ease. I’d, picked it up, kept it with me, and now, it’s, on my desk. This was, a coin with, an unknown history, there were three lions on one side, on the other, the number 10, with ten teardrop shapes. I don’t know where this coin came from, nor its face value, but none of that mattered. I’d, intentionally, not found out. I’d, kept it, because of a memory, a memory, about the deserts. OF that day, I’d, arrived in the desert in the early evenings, the first time, I saw the sunset in the desert.

I looked at this coin I’d picked up in the desert, and felt, that I’d taken the sunset from the desert home with me.

And so, you’d, kept this coin you’d found as a sort of a souvenir, a memory, of you being in the deserts, seeing that sunset, and sometimes, things are like that, you’d, assigned some sentimental value to something so miniscule because there’s, a memory attached to the item that you’d, found.

The Macaroons of My Childhood

How you came into being, and, what those childhood experiences meant to you right now, translated…

I was a captain, of the “Gourmet and Beauties Association” when I was a child.

My mother loved breads, and every time she passed by a bakery, she’d gone in to buy something, the breakfasts that we had were mostly, bread or cakes with milk. But, growing up, I’d, hated the breads, the pastries, I’d loved something with a stronger flavor, like McDonald’s, ice cream, chips; but, every time my mother took me to shop in the bakeries, I’d needed to, get that three-colored traditional cakes.

The best part about this cake was the chocolate sprinkles, but reason why I wanted it, wasn’t because of its taste, but because of the way it looked, it’s, very colorful! Back then, I’d, especially loved the foods with the bright colors, everything from my attire, to my foods, needed to be, colorful. (my favorite color back then, as I’d remembered, was pink, so I’d loved, the cotton candies of that color too!”

查看來源圖片remember all of these?  So, which one’s your favorite???  Photo from online…

As I ate the tri-colored cakes, I’d needed to, split the squares up with my hands and eat (but as I enjoyed the cotton candies, I’d needed to, go face in!) and as we’d bought the cakes, I’d, started eating on the way, then, get the cakes all over me, and that’s when mom would say, “I’m not getting it for you again.” Actually, I’d, forgotten what the cakes tasted like, they’re, so ordinary.

And when I wanted to reminisce, I’d, bought a piece, and, I’d always, waited until I arrived home, set it on a plate, then I was, able to, enjoy it. This cake, tasted just as I’d remembered it to, like that traditional tastes and the buttery tastes; not like the French pastries, not like the English scones, it was, the flavor of my mother’s favorite cakes—my mother loved sweets, but, refused to spend any money, and she’d loved buying that bag of “cake sides”. I’d loved it when I was a child, it’s just, I’d only, selected the chocolate flavored pieces. And, on this very day, I’d finally realized, so that was, what memory tasted like.

I worked in Beijing last week, on the very last day, I’d had, the classic lamb hotpot, and had, the traditional sesame baked pastries. Before I left, I’d had the restaurant pack twenty of those so I can take them back, plus a bag of rice crispy treats, and I’d, carried them back here, to my parents. For them, that traditional taste of the flour, was closest to their memories.

I’d asked my students, what their most memorable item of childhood was, I’d received a ton of names for the items, and, not one of them coincided with other students’. I’d looked on, and felt it was, interesting, there were, so many stories attached to these items, and I’d found suddenly, compared to the love stories, the childhood may be, even more colorful. Back when we were young, the very first time we got picked on (or the first time we’d picked on someone); the first time we were, betrayed by our best friends; first time we’d experienced loss…………all of these, small beans were, forced down our throats, and, at first, they may, get STUCK on their ways down, and, the more serious became, the shadows of our childhoods, and, it may take us, until we finally grow up, to sort through them.

all the “essentials”, covered here!  Photo from online…

“Remembering childhood” and “Remembering our pasts”, was totally different. Remembering the past to me, was like still hung up on the self at a period in my life, and those whom I couldn’t, quite let go yet. But remembering my childhood, was using dissociation, to really, look, at how I became, who I am today. My childhood is, unicolored, sometimes, a bit darker, sometimes, lighter. But, the details, as I’d, examined them closely, they were, all very, colorful.

Being so sensitive toward foods, it’s, caused by my elders. They’d never cared about my school performances, they’d not cared if I was in a bad mood, they only always asked me, “Did you eat yet?”

And so, the reason why you’re so insistent about food, probably has something to do with your family, because that was how they’d, shown care for you, asking if you’d eaten, and, somehow, you’d, internalized that, and, as you grew older, you’d, become, more intrigued with the items of food that reminded you of a time, when you felt cared for and loved by your families.

The Man in D208, the Principal in the Wheelchair Wrote a Book on Overcoming the Obstacles of His Own Life

Using his life, to inspire others, what this man had done, from the Newspapers, translated…

The retired principal, Chang-Chi Wu from Jiang-Tsuei Elementary School, although diagnosed with Parkinson’s, and became immobilized because of a car wreck, he’d still, kept at his post in school, and, he’d filed for early retirement, at the prime of his life, at the age of fifty this year, and, wrote about his experience of working hard, climbing the ladder, into the book “The man in Room D208”, to encourage the students to overcome the trials in their lives too.

Wu said, that he’d worked as an educator for thirty years in the city of Hsinbei, that he’d not wanted to leave. He believed, that education is the business of helping people, as the students were troubled, he could help them find that spark to overcome the difficulties in their separate lives, but, the diagnosis of his Parkinson’s Disease had, severely impacted the quality of his life, plus he’d become, paralyzed after his car accident, he’d not feel right, troubling those around him, he’d, decided to retire.

Wu said, he grew up in a poverty stricken background, didn’t have the resources to take up any extra talents, and so, he’d, put all his energies into his studies. He hoped that all of the students can respect her/his own worth, that was what drove him to write his own biography.

the man, with his published book, photo from online…前江翠國小校長吳昌期因罹患巴金森氏症離開教育界,但他退而不休,除傳承教育初衷與經營學校的經驗,還要持續栽培校長的志業。中央社記者黃旭昇新北市攝 107年5月30日

He was diagnosed with an illness, and so, he’d focused even more on the students from the poverty stricken homes, to fight for the funding for their talent courses, and encouraged the students to take as many talent classes as they possibly can.

During the time he’d worked in the Clouds Elementary School in Shijr, he’d turned the school into the “princess that Cinderella was always meant to become”, the broken structures of the school were replaced, one by one, he’d, made the school into a comfortable place the students go to study in, and, after school and in-between classes, the students loved shooting hoops in the courts, and there were also the full-scale afterschool programs set up, so the parents can pick their young up after their work, and, the parents stopped sending their kids to the city of Taipei for school.

He’d once counseled a special needs student, he thought the student was a bad seed, then, he’d turned, to find the source of the student’s bad behaviors, and set up the plans, to help the student improve in his studies, “He’d taught me a lot of things.” Wu said, that there’s, great demands made on education by the society, and the parents all looked closely to the school teachers for it, hoping, that the instructors don’t back down, to have the passions, to do things to help the students be better, “Don’t give up so easily, you won’t achieve all of your goals”.

his newbook, sharing it with his teaching staff…photo from online…

So, this man had, set a good example for the students, using his own life as a good example, showed them that they’re able to overcome whatever difficulties in their lives, so long as they study hard, and work hard, and just keep on improving oneself.

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