There are a lot of differences between living at home and in the dormitory. I have not lived at home for more than 6 years, and I enjoy it! According to my experience, I think the most concerned distinctions between living at home and in the dormitory are expense, commuting, privacy, and freedom.
Living at home has the advantage of lower expenses. The rent of living at home is much cheaper than living in the dormitory, zero compared to thousands per semester, but the expense of commuting between home and school may exceed the rent for a bed in the dormitory. However, living expenses– meals, night snacks, fruits, washing liquid, shampoos, etc. – could be saved up a lot if we live at home, or at least we do not have to expend our pocket money, salary, and scholarship at living expenses too much.
If we live at home, it costs us some amount of time to commute to school, no matter by walking, scooters, or transportation system. A student who lives at home may be having his or her breakfast on a bus while another student is still snoring in the dorm. Then the former jumps off the bus, rushing into the classroom whereas the latter may just finish a sandwich, sipping his or her coffee. Commuting could be time-consuming and life-wasting, or could help us steal more leisure time, that depends on the way we think. Although we could have more sleep if we do not have to commute, it could give us more chances and leisure time to listen to music, watch the city changes, indulge into our thoughts, or whatever we do not do if we do not have leisure time. However, most people are more charmed by their dreams than the way to school, and I am not an exception.
Privacy is nearly impossible to have if we live on campus while freedom is much easier to obtain than living at home. If we have to share a room with 5 people, to have privacy tends to be a dream, and a noiseless personal space is likewise unreachable as we have to share a floor with more than one hundred people. In contrast, we have freedom in hand. Living in the dormitory, we do not have to worry about that our parents will worry us when we are hanging out outside at midnight, or staying up all night for homework, exams, or chatting with friends.
Living at home might be cheaper than in the dorm, but the extra commuting time is required. Living in the dorm sacrifices privacy, but freedom is more available. I had lived in the dorm for 6 years, and I enjoy it much more than living at home. However, now I live in a studio. One reason is that it is worth to trade money for privacy and freedom.
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Friday, December 28, 2007
What does Christmas mean to me?
Hum, I don’t quite remember what I wrote in Tuesday morning. (I should’ve written it down immediately after class.)
December 25, Christmas Day, is also a memorial day for our Constitutions. But it’s no longer a holiday since I was junior high. When I was junior high, friends of mine and I wrote Christmas cards to each other. We gave each other our wishes, and hoped each other to be happy or to fall in love with a potential lover. If we wanted to know someone in the opposite gender, we also wrote them cards, described how we felt about them; that could make us knowing each other more, and have general classmates becoming friends, or beyond friendship. And I still have a box that stores those cards I received during the three years (I miss those cards but I didn’t re-read them for many years).
However, when I graduated from junior high school, I went to a junior collage (five-year collage) that was set for boys only. And classmates of mine did not celebrate Xmas anymore. Christmas day, to me, cecame a meaniful day for lovers only. Some classmates of mine would hang out with their girlfriends, but most of the time my roommates and I might stay in the dorm and prepare for electricity or calculus quizzes, and send blessings to some friends by MSN in Xmas Eve. Some communities of my school would hold a ball, and some friends of mine would have a short-strip with girl-schools, but I only attended those activities on occasion when I was junior, and I attended them less and less as I progressed to my senior year. Christmas day seemed to be a day we met people whom we did not know, and whom we even would not contact with, to escape from our loneliness.
After all, I went to a party with my ex-coworkers last Xmas Eve when I was a part-time employee in a study-center. We started from the midnight, the time we were off work, till dawn. It had a lot of funs. We circled with a hot pot, exchanged gifts by lottery, and ate and chatted. That time I just joined the company, and after the party, I became familiar with each co-worker. We did no met each other very often, that enabled us knowing each other better though.
Maybe Christmas Day is a chance that we can know each other better, but most of time, it acts like an usual working day. I still have to go to school, do my homework, and prepare the final exam which is scheduled on the following day. Some of my friends may hang out with their girlfriends, or girls they like. Most of us stay at dorm, library, or Labs as usual, and do nothing special at all. Maybe I do usual things with unusual emotions in this day. Maybe I think I should do something special today, but I do not know what to do, and it is better to deal with those things that I need to do. Xmas may be special and memorial for Christians, lovers, maybe businessmen, but not for me, at least not this year.
December 25, Christmas Day, is also a memorial day for our Constitutions. But it’s no longer a holiday since I was junior high. When I was junior high, friends of mine and I wrote Christmas cards to each other. We gave each other our wishes, and hoped each other to be happy or to fall in love with a potential lover. If we wanted to know someone in the opposite gender, we also wrote them cards, described how we felt about them; that could make us knowing each other more, and have general classmates becoming friends, or beyond friendship. And I still have a box that stores those cards I received during the three years (I miss those cards but I didn’t re-read them for many years).
However, when I graduated from junior high school, I went to a junior collage (five-year collage) that was set for boys only. And classmates of mine did not celebrate Xmas anymore. Christmas day, to me, cecame a meaniful day for lovers only. Some classmates of mine would hang out with their girlfriends, but most of the time my roommates and I might stay in the dorm and prepare for electricity or calculus quizzes, and send blessings to some friends by MSN in Xmas Eve. Some communities of my school would hold a ball, and some friends of mine would have a short-strip with girl-schools, but I only attended those activities on occasion when I was junior, and I attended them less and less as I progressed to my senior year. Christmas day seemed to be a day we met people whom we did not know, and whom we even would not contact with, to escape from our loneliness.
After all, I went to a party with my ex-coworkers last Xmas Eve when I was a part-time employee in a study-center. We started from the midnight, the time we were off work, till dawn. It had a lot of funs. We circled with a hot pot, exchanged gifts by lottery, and ate and chatted. That time I just joined the company, and after the party, I became familiar with each co-worker. We did no met each other very often, that enabled us knowing each other better though.
Maybe Christmas Day is a chance that we can know each other better, but most of time, it acts like an usual working day. I still have to go to school, do my homework, and prepare the final exam which is scheduled on the following day. Some of my friends may hang out with their girlfriends, or girls they like. Most of us stay at dorm, library, or Labs as usual, and do nothing special at all. Maybe I do usual things with unusual emotions in this day. Maybe I think I should do something special today, but I do not know what to do, and it is better to deal with those things that I need to do. Xmas may be special and memorial for Christians, lovers, maybe businessmen, but not for me, at least not this year.
Thursday, December 20, 2007
A Child Cried
This week, I made a child cry. I take a one credit class which is called Disadvantaged Children Tutoring. The attendees are required to tutor children in their homework as well as playing with them until their parents take them home or out of attendees’ due time. My time is scheduled at every Wednesday, and one of the kids whom I am mainly in charge of is a boy, Jian-an, which means constructing and smooth, safe, and peace. Jian-an is a kid who is prone to whine. Sometimes he is whining for adults’ consciousness and attention. Sometimes he asks me for doing his homework since he thinks he can’t do it, and I help him drawing with my childlike sketches on occasion.
This Wednesday he asked me for drawing, and I drew two pieces of silly overlapping soda cookies, a helmet, and a constructing building and a crane for him. He was satisfied, which I thought that day would go smoothly. However, when he started doing a Chinese words practicing homework, he was tired. He was doing it reluctantly, with continuous whines, and begging for my help. He wanted me doing those stuffs for him. But I refused to satisfy his desire. I said I couldn’t do the homework for him, I could demonstrate how to do it but I couldn’t benefit him in that way, there was no benefit to him. Then he in turn began crying, complaining, and whining. He said he’s tired, he’s sick of this. I said he could relax, eat something, or go playing. But he just still sat in his chair, and cried occasionally. I told him that’s okay, I would accompany him with his homework until he finished it, took it easy. And he continued his homework, and whined occasionally. Finally, he cried again, and drew some attention from others. And the chief tutor came to take care of him. He seemed happier, and writing those characters and words faster. When he finished his homework, I said good-bye to him and left.
I told this to one of my classmates, he said I could tell him I wasn’t able to do it, or I could’ve told him I wrote first character, and he must finish the rest, that would not work like a cheat. Well, I may have to try it next time.
This Wednesday he asked me for drawing, and I drew two pieces of silly overlapping soda cookies, a helmet, and a constructing building and a crane for him. He was satisfied, which I thought that day would go smoothly. However, when he started doing a Chinese words practicing homework, he was tired. He was doing it reluctantly, with continuous whines, and begging for my help. He wanted me doing those stuffs for him. But I refused to satisfy his desire. I said I couldn’t do the homework for him, I could demonstrate how to do it but I couldn’t benefit him in that way, there was no benefit to him. Then he in turn began crying, complaining, and whining. He said he’s tired, he’s sick of this. I said he could relax, eat something, or go playing. But he just still sat in his chair, and cried occasionally. I told him that’s okay, I would accompany him with his homework until he finished it, took it easy. And he continued his homework, and whined occasionally. Finally, he cried again, and drew some attention from others. And the chief tutor came to take care of him. He seemed happier, and writing those characters and words faster. When he finished his homework, I said good-bye to him and left.
I told this to one of my classmates, he said I could tell him I wasn’t able to do it, or I could’ve told him I wrote first character, and he must finish the rest, that would not work like a cheat. Well, I may have to try it next time.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Who Are You
Who are you? Do you know who you are? Are you able to speak in such a way that others will know who you are? How will you speak? What words do you use?
Frankly, I don’t really know who I am. If I have to use words to describe who I think I am, I would say: my name is Shine and I am a Computer Science major at the NTUST.
I am a male technically and obviously, nonetheless, sometimes I act in a way that not satisfies social desirability, for example, my eyes sometimes become moist when I see a tear-jerker. And I am an introverted, pensive, kind of pessimistic person. If silence is one way to speak, then I think I may be able to make people know who I am since usually I don’t speak at all. I think and read more often than I talk. I am a common reader, as everyone who likes reading, I have a lot of unfinished books on my bookshelf, and new books always come so fast, that I never finished those books on my bookshelf. I read, therefore I am. Furthermore, I am a judicious person most of time but nevertheless investigative sometimes. I can make decision for myself easily most of time, but sometimes I am frustrated about making decision for important issue such as my future, or something trivial such as what to buy for a drink. Moreover, I am also a logical and analytic person, most of time I speak and think in such way, but sometimes my brain and tongue malfunction, that may hint that I am a computer guy. Most of all, I am a solitude person. I enjoy being alone. I like my own company. I love the atmosphere that makes me be able to talk to myself and to understand myself. I am learning the art of enjoying solitude in this noisy world.
The most bothering thing to me would be schoolwork. Now I worry about the up-coming final exam of Mobile Computing, which will take place at the day after X’mas day. The final presentation of that course also worries me; the presentation is scheduled at the beginning of January 2008. Students in that course are asked to present a paper, but I haven’t prepared. Mobile Computing is a grad-school course; I am the only undergrad who takes it. I hope I can obtain a satisfying grade from it. On the other hand, the up-coming project presentation of Internet Security and Cryptology, which is set in the end of this year, also bothers me profoundly. Furthermore, I have a meeting with a grad senior tomorrow, who is in charge of my undergrad project. I hope the meeting will go smoothly and the project can be finished on time. Recently, I am waiting for the results of my applications for grad schools. And unfortunately, I am in the second choice list of the NTU, NTHU, and NCKU. NTU announced their second round result last Thursday, and I need two more people give up their entrance to get into the CSIE department. Similarly, I have to wait 24 more people giving up their entrance to get into the CS department at the NTHU. Worst of all, it is almost impossible that so much people drop the NTU or NTHU. However, fortunately, I was in the best choice of the NTUST, and I was accepted by the CSIE department at the NCKU yesterday. According this situation, I will probably go to Tainan if I have no luck at the NTU or NTHU.
Despite the love of reading, another character of mine which is different to most of my classmates would be the part-time and intern experiences. I have had a part-time job at Wanner Cinema Village, a study-center, etc. The strange thing is that I still don’t know why that people were so hesitated, no mater in the highest class cinema or in the mass studying area. They always seemed to live in hustle and bustle. Furthermore, I was in an internship at Formosa in 2004, where I was responsible for assisting office affairs and developing a database program. In the contrast, this summer, I was in an internship at Texas Instruments, where what we summer interns had to do are finishing two projects each, no trivial office stuffs at all. Now, I am a part-time programmer and administrator of servers at a small foreign business located in Neihu. In spite of the unsatisfying low salary, it is a place where I can really enjoy the benefits of teamwork so far.
Thus far, I noticed that I am a realistic person, yet reality is what I want to escape from.
Frankly, I don’t really know who I am. If I have to use words to describe who I think I am, I would say: my name is Shine and I am a Computer Science major at the NTUST.
I am a male technically and obviously, nonetheless, sometimes I act in a way that not satisfies social desirability, for example, my eyes sometimes become moist when I see a tear-jerker. And I am an introverted, pensive, kind of pessimistic person. If silence is one way to speak, then I think I may be able to make people know who I am since usually I don’t speak at all. I think and read more often than I talk. I am a common reader, as everyone who likes reading, I have a lot of unfinished books on my bookshelf, and new books always come so fast, that I never finished those books on my bookshelf. I read, therefore I am. Furthermore, I am a judicious person most of time but nevertheless investigative sometimes. I can make decision for myself easily most of time, but sometimes I am frustrated about making decision for important issue such as my future, or something trivial such as what to buy for a drink. Moreover, I am also a logical and analytic person, most of time I speak and think in such way, but sometimes my brain and tongue malfunction, that may hint that I am a computer guy. Most of all, I am a solitude person. I enjoy being alone. I like my own company. I love the atmosphere that makes me be able to talk to myself and to understand myself. I am learning the art of enjoying solitude in this noisy world.
The most bothering thing to me would be schoolwork. Now I worry about the up-coming final exam of Mobile Computing, which will take place at the day after X’mas day. The final presentation of that course also worries me; the presentation is scheduled at the beginning of January 2008. Students in that course are asked to present a paper, but I haven’t prepared. Mobile Computing is a grad-school course; I am the only undergrad who takes it. I hope I can obtain a satisfying grade from it. On the other hand, the up-coming project presentation of Internet Security and Cryptology, which is set in the end of this year, also bothers me profoundly. Furthermore, I have a meeting with a grad senior tomorrow, who is in charge of my undergrad project. I hope the meeting will go smoothly and the project can be finished on time. Recently, I am waiting for the results of my applications for grad schools. And unfortunately, I am in the second choice list of the NTU, NTHU, and NCKU. NTU announced their second round result last Thursday, and I need two more people give up their entrance to get into the CSIE department. Similarly, I have to wait 24 more people giving up their entrance to get into the CS department at the NTHU. Worst of all, it is almost impossible that so much people drop the NTU or NTHU. However, fortunately, I was in the best choice of the NTUST, and I was accepted by the CSIE department at the NCKU yesterday. According this situation, I will probably go to Tainan if I have no luck at the NTU or NTHU.
Despite the love of reading, another character of mine which is different to most of my classmates would be the part-time and intern experiences. I have had a part-time job at Wanner Cinema Village, a study-center, etc. The strange thing is that I still don’t know why that people were so hesitated, no mater in the highest class cinema or in the mass studying area. They always seemed to live in hustle and bustle. Furthermore, I was in an internship at Formosa in 2004, where I was responsible for assisting office affairs and developing a database program. In the contrast, this summer, I was in an internship at Texas Instruments, where what we summer interns had to do are finishing two projects each, no trivial office stuffs at all. Now, I am a part-time programmer and administrator of servers at a small foreign business located in Neihu. In spite of the unsatisfying low salary, it is a place where I can really enjoy the benefits of teamwork so far.
Thus far, I noticed that I am a realistic person, yet reality is what I want to escape from.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Bell Man
When I just started my Yonghe life, I was confused about why there is always a man riding a bike and ringing a bell while a garbage car is passing by. The car can play music such as “For Elise” and “The maiden's prayer” itself, then why a bell-man is still required to inform everybody the car is coming?
I figured it out recently. The reason may be the streets and lanes are too narrow for a garbage car goes through. Thus a bell man rides his bike through those narrow lanes is required.
Argument
Last Saturday, when I was reading the novel, Swam, around 3:00 a.m. Two neighbors who live in up-floor were arguing, one of them is a woman and the other is a guy. The argument was caused by a guy came home late, and the woman was heated about that.
The woman yelled “Do you know what time it is? Blah blah…”
The guy murmured “….” (Fortunately, I couldn’t hear that)
She yelled “Blah blah…Do you know what time it is?”
Silence…
She yelled “Do you know what time it is! Blah blah…” again and again.
I thought “You two both don’t know what time it is, do you?”
When I just started my Yonghe life, I was confused about why there is always a man riding a bike and ringing a bell while a garbage car is passing by. The car can play music such as “For Elise” and “The maiden's prayer” itself, then why a bell-man is still required to inform everybody the car is coming?
I figured it out recently. The reason may be the streets and lanes are too narrow for a garbage car goes through. Thus a bell man rides his bike through those narrow lanes is required.
Argument
Last Saturday, when I was reading the novel, Swam, around 3:00 a.m. Two neighbors who live in up-floor were arguing, one of them is a woman and the other is a guy. The argument was caused by a guy came home late, and the woman was heated about that.
The woman yelled “Do you know what time it is? Blah blah…”
The guy murmured “….” (Fortunately, I couldn’t hear that)
She yelled “Blah blah…Do you know what time it is?”
Silence…
She yelled “Do you know what time it is! Blah blah…” again and again.
I thought “You two both don’t know what time it is, do you?”
Saturday, December 15, 2007
home-schooling
Five years ago, when I first heard about home-schooling from a man, I asked him “Doesn’t locking children at home limit their social life?” And he replied me “To prison children in school classroom does limit their social life! Some families have formed a community, and children can get to know other home-schooling children.”
As we have discussed in class, home-schooling has the advantages of fewer examination, saving time for commuting, a safer and comfortable environment, a flexible learning, an efficient and effective learning, a self-paced learning, and a specialized learning. However, the most concerned disadvantage of home-schooling would be financial issues.
Although someone may criticize that not every parent is adequate for teaching because of their busy work or poor education, they can hire some teachers, we have a considerable amount of well-educated and unemployed teachers available on street. 8 to 10 families can be united to be able to afford the cost. And the united community can also solve the social life issue. Home-schoolers are not always taught by CAI (computer-assistant instruction) software and their parents only.
In Taiwan, schools are highly competitive places. Do we have to send children to such Coliseums in their early age? A lot of students’ confidences much rely on the grade they get from exams and the schools they go. And students easily give up a subject when they get bad score on it. Students’ sights are narrowed as the result of that a lot of school teachers focus on exams and some main subjects. Value, is one of the most significant problems in our education system and our culture, home-schooling could be an accessible way that allows us not to buy it.
As we have discussed in class, home-schooling has the advantages of fewer examination, saving time for commuting, a safer and comfortable environment, a flexible learning, an efficient and effective learning, a self-paced learning, and a specialized learning. However, the most concerned disadvantage of home-schooling would be financial issues.
Although someone may criticize that not every parent is adequate for teaching because of their busy work or poor education, they can hire some teachers, we have a considerable amount of well-educated and unemployed teachers available on street. 8 to 10 families can be united to be able to afford the cost. And the united community can also solve the social life issue. Home-schoolers are not always taught by CAI (computer-assistant instruction) software and their parents only.
In Taiwan, schools are highly competitive places. Do we have to send children to such Coliseums in their early age? A lot of students’ confidences much rely on the grade they get from exams and the schools they go. And students easily give up a subject when they get bad score on it. Students’ sights are narrowed as the result of that a lot of school teachers focus on exams and some main subjects. Value, is one of the most significant problems in our education system and our culture, home-schooling could be an accessible way that allows us not to buy it.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Why Write?
I found that search engines are good tools to learn how to use a word or a phrase. We can get a lot of demonstrations and examples from the searching result. On-line English-English dictionaries and Thesaurus are also good for learning.
From another course, a teacher told about the reasons he writes, and I think they are worth to remember, and they can keep me writing.
※ Why Write?
※ Just because I feel like it!
※ Writing can help me understand my feelings.
※ Disseminate information. An idea can spread to many people who would otherwise never know it.
※ Refine our thinking.
※ Writing is learning.
Learning is Change (the way you think)
Change is Growing
Growing is Life
Writing is Life!
※ The fun of it!
From another course, a teacher told about the reasons he writes, and I think they are worth to remember, and they can keep me writing.
※ Why Write?
※ Just because I feel like it!
※ Writing can help me understand my feelings.
※ Disseminate information. An idea can spread to many people who would otherwise never know it.
※ Refine our thinking.
※ Writing is learning.
Learning is Change (the way you think)
Change is Growing
Growing is Life
Writing is Life!
※ The fun of it!
Compare and contrast living at home and in the dormitory (2)
There are a lot of differences between living at home and in the dormitory. I have not lived at home for more than 6 years, and I enjoy it! According to my experience, I think the most concerned distinctions between living at home and in the dormitory are expense, commute, privacy, and freedom.
Living at home has the advantage of lower expenses. The rent of living at home is much cheaper than living in dormitory, zero compares to thousands per semester, but the expense of commuting between home and school may exceed the rent for a bed in dormitory. However, living expenses– meals, night snacks, fruits, washing liquid, shampoos, etc – could be saved up a lot if we live at home, or at least we don’t have to expend our pocket money, salary, and scholarship at living expenses too much.
If we live at home, it costs us some amount of time to commute to school, no matter by walking, scooters, or transportation system. A student who lives at home may be having his or her breakfast on a bus while another student is still snoring in the dorm. Then the former jumps off the bus, rushing into the classroom whereas the latter may just finish a sandwich, sipping at his or her coffee. Commute could be time-consuming and life-wasting, or could help us steal more leisure time, that depends on the way we think. Although we could sleep later if we don’t have to commute, it could give us more chances and leisure time to listen to music, watch the city changes, indulge into our thoughts, or whatever we don’t do if we don’t have leisure time. However, most people are more charmed by their dream than the way to school, and I am not an exception.
Privacy is nearly impossible to have if we live on campus while freedom is much easier to obtain than living at home. If we have to share a room with 5 people, to have privacy tends to a dream, and a noiseless personal space is likewise unreachable as we have to share a floor with more than one hundred people. In contrast, we have freedom in hand. Living in the dormitory, we don’t have to worry about that our parents will worry us when we are hanging out outside at midnight, or stay up all night for homework, exams, or chatting with friends.
Living at home might be cheaper than in the dorm, but the extra commuting time is required. Living in the dorm sacrifices privacy, but freedom is more available. I had lived in the dorm for 6 years, and I enjoy it much more than living at home. However, now I live in a studio, one reason is that it is worth to trade money for privacy and freedom.
Living at home has the advantage of lower expenses. The rent of living at home is much cheaper than living in dormitory, zero compares to thousands per semester, but the expense of commuting between home and school may exceed the rent for a bed in dormitory. However, living expenses– meals, night snacks, fruits, washing liquid, shampoos, etc – could be saved up a lot if we live at home, or at least we don’t have to expend our pocket money, salary, and scholarship at living expenses too much.
If we live at home, it costs us some amount of time to commute to school, no matter by walking, scooters, or transportation system. A student who lives at home may be having his or her breakfast on a bus while another student is still snoring in the dorm. Then the former jumps off the bus, rushing into the classroom whereas the latter may just finish a sandwich, sipping at his or her coffee. Commute could be time-consuming and life-wasting, or could help us steal more leisure time, that depends on the way we think. Although we could sleep later if we don’t have to commute, it could give us more chances and leisure time to listen to music, watch the city changes, indulge into our thoughts, or whatever we don’t do if we don’t have leisure time. However, most people are more charmed by their dream than the way to school, and I am not an exception.
Privacy is nearly impossible to have if we live on campus while freedom is much easier to obtain than living at home. If we have to share a room with 5 people, to have privacy tends to a dream, and a noiseless personal space is likewise unreachable as we have to share a floor with more than one hundred people. In contrast, we have freedom in hand. Living in the dormitory, we don’t have to worry about that our parents will worry us when we are hanging out outside at midnight, or stay up all night for homework, exams, or chatting with friends.
Living at home might be cheaper than in the dorm, but the extra commuting time is required. Living in the dorm sacrifices privacy, but freedom is more available. I had lived in the dorm for 6 years, and I enjoy it much more than living at home. However, now I live in a studio, one reason is that it is worth to trade money for privacy and freedom.
Compare and contrast living at home and in the dormitory (1)
There are a lot of differences between living at home and in the dormitory. I had lived on campus for 6 years, and according to my experience, I think the most concerned distinctions between living at home and in the dormitory are expense, commute, privacy, and freedom.
Living at home has the advantage of lower expenses. The rent of living at home is much cheaper than living in dormitory, zero compares to thousands per semester, but the expense of commuting between home and school may exceed the rent for a bed in dormitory. However, the food expense– meals, night snacks, fruits, etc – could be saved up a lot if we live at home, or at least we don’t have to expend our pocket money or salary at food too much.
If we live at home, we have to commute to school, no matter by walking, scooters, or transportation system. A student who lives at home may be having his or her breakfast on a bus while another student is still snoring in the dormitory. Then the former jumps off the bus, rushing into the classroom whereas the latter may just finish a sandwich, sipping at his or her coffee. Commute could be time-consuming and life-wasting, or could help us steal more leisure time. Although we could sleep later if we don’t have to commute, commute could give us more chances and leisure time to listen to music, watch the city changes, indulge into our thoughts, or whatever we don’t do if we don’t have leisure time.
Privacy is nearly impossible to have if we live on campus while freedom is much easier to obtain than living at home. If we have to share a room with 5 people, to have privacy tends to a dream, and a noiseless personal space is likewise unreachable as we have to share a floor with more than one hundred people. In contrast, we have freedom in hand. Living in the dormitory, we don’t have to worry about that our parents will worry us when we are hanging out outside at midnight, or stay up all night.
Living at home may be cheaper than in the dormitory, but the extra commuting time is required. Living in the dormitory sacrifices privacy, but freedom is more available.
Living at home has the advantage of lower expenses. The rent of living at home is much cheaper than living in dormitory, zero compares to thousands per semester, but the expense of commuting between home and school may exceed the rent for a bed in dormitory. However, the food expense– meals, night snacks, fruits, etc – could be saved up a lot if we live at home, or at least we don’t have to expend our pocket money or salary at food too much.
If we live at home, we have to commute to school, no matter by walking, scooters, or transportation system. A student who lives at home may be having his or her breakfast on a bus while another student is still snoring in the dormitory. Then the former jumps off the bus, rushing into the classroom whereas the latter may just finish a sandwich, sipping at his or her coffee. Commute could be time-consuming and life-wasting, or could help us steal more leisure time. Although we could sleep later if we don’t have to commute, commute could give us more chances and leisure time to listen to music, watch the city changes, indulge into our thoughts, or whatever we don’t do if we don’t have leisure time.
Privacy is nearly impossible to have if we live on campus while freedom is much easier to obtain than living at home. If we have to share a room with 5 people, to have privacy tends to a dream, and a noiseless personal space is likewise unreachable as we have to share a floor with more than one hundred people. In contrast, we have freedom in hand. Living in the dormitory, we don’t have to worry about that our parents will worry us when we are hanging out outside at midnight, or stay up all night.
Living at home may be cheaper than in the dormitory, but the extra commuting time is required. Living in the dormitory sacrifices privacy, but freedom is more available.
Saturday, December 1, 2007
Spin
Spin
Author: Robert Charles Wilson
★★★★
A science fiction flavored with a main-stream literature atmosphere, this novel concentrates on humans and relationships. It has won a Hugo Award for Best Novel and an endorsement from Stephen King. Besides, there were no Hollywood-type heroes could save people from the doom and that made it even more non-fictionally realistic and attractive.
The process of human beings extinction lasted for 30 years, spanning one generation. When people underwent this kind of doom, they grabbed religions and science, badly needing a faith to keep their lives going on, even though they knew they would die in near future due to the solar expansion. Jason Lawton, who put himself into the research and study of Spin, tried to save the Earth by terraforming Mars to develop a so-called remote technology. After his plan resulted in Mars also being Spined, Jason in turn changed his mind to find out the reason, and he did; he eventually traded his life for the truth. Diane Lawton, who in turn plunged into religious fanaticism, though she’s not really convinced by the faith she tried to have. Tyler Dupree, who was the story narrator, became a doctor after Spin and the doom was definitely made known. Doctor, which was a contradictory job in the theme where future and health were nothing to people. Spin chronicles the next 30-odd years in the lives of the trio, during whose life (time) 300 billion years would pass outside the shield.
There are a lot of ironic narrations about governments, nations, and humanities. As in the real world, governments always classified everything, every piece of information and technology. Thus, conspiracies and cynicism always spreading among people; they always could not accept anything unusual and odd human being. The crimes was on the rise when people lost the hope of the future; still, the power and welfare remained charming to people though everything were doomed to be eliminated. They had nothing to lose, so they destroyed everything they do not like and robbed everything they want, for the sake of satisfying their human-nature.
“Don’t be upset. The world is full of surprises. We’re all born strangers to ourselves and each other, and we’re seldom formally introduced.”
The one-way love of Tyler for Diane is narrated a lot in this novel, which tends to arouse sympathy among readers. For example, “I still found myself conducting imaginary conversations with her, usually late at night, offering asides to the starless sky.”
Monday, November 26, 2007
Why Did You Choose Your Major (Final)
I used to major in Electrical Engineering (EE) when I was a high school student at the Ming-Chi University of Technology. However, now I am a computer science major at the National Taiwan University of Science and Technology (NTUST). The change I made and the major I chose are based on practical reasons: my interests, my character, and love for freedom.
First, during my five years at Ming-Chi, I found that I was better at computer-related courses than electrical or electronic-related courses. If I spent the same amount of time at different courses, the outcomes of computer ones were always more satisfying. Besides, I won an award in a nationwide game and two awards in two collage-wide games; when I was in my internship at Formosa, I even volunteered to develop a database application which drew a lot of admiration from my supervisors. Those rewards tremendously enhanced my confidence in computer. I thought I should put myself in a right spot to make my talent be well developed. Also, according to the rate of return on investment, I thought I might have a gift for computer.
Secondly, I was interested in computer science more than others, and I felt computer was friendlier than oscilloscope; if I had to choose something for company for eight hours per day, I’d rather choose computer. Moreover, abstractions and symbols were more charming to me. I loved to use logic and concept to construct a program or understand a system. To derive equations and to use mathematics to analyze a system also interested me. Most of all, there is no physics in computer science, which gave me much comfort.
Furthermore, computer major would give me more freedom. I knew there were some SOHOs and LOHAs working at coffee shops, at their houses, or even traveling around the world for their jobs. It could prevent me from being imprisoned in an office or a laboratory because it gave me more choices of life styles.
Considering the efforts that I put and what I gained from them, my interests, and the life styles I could choose, I chose to be computer science major.
First, during my five years at Ming-Chi, I found that I was better at computer-related courses than electrical or electronic-related courses. If I spent the same amount of time at different courses, the outcomes of computer ones were always more satisfying. Besides, I won an award in a nationwide game and two awards in two collage-wide games; when I was in my internship at Formosa, I even volunteered to develop a database application which drew a lot of admiration from my supervisors. Those rewards tremendously enhanced my confidence in computer. I thought I should put myself in a right spot to make my talent be well developed. Also, according to the rate of return on investment, I thought I might have a gift for computer.
Secondly, I was interested in computer science more than others, and I felt computer was friendlier than oscilloscope; if I had to choose something for company for eight hours per day, I’d rather choose computer. Moreover, abstractions and symbols were more charming to me. I loved to use logic and concept to construct a program or understand a system. To derive equations and to use mathematics to analyze a system also interested me. Most of all, there is no physics in computer science, which gave me much comfort.
Furthermore, computer major would give me more freedom. I knew there were some SOHOs and LOHAs working at coffee shops, at their houses, or even traveling around the world for their jobs. It could prevent me from being imprisoned in an office or a laboratory because it gave me more choices of life styles.
Considering the efforts that I put and what I gained from them, my interests, and the life styles I could choose, I chose to be computer science major.
My Moment of Self-Realization
Elementary schools are where people spend 6 naive years. People in my age were studying in order to avoid physical punishment, in the belief that education would a bring good future to us, for the sake of amusing parents, for the desire for being concerned, etc. at elementary schools. And arithmetic was one of the most stressed subjects. Multiplication was the onethat confused me most.
I am one good example. I was educated with a pre-education-reform education, and studied multiplication in the third grade. When I was in the third grade, I had homework almost everyday, and I just could not do the calculation. Every time when I was doing the arithmetic homework, I guessed an answer and wrote the number down. Inevitably, I always got my exercise book full of red crosses. One morning, my teacher, a sweet woman who was the head-teacher of my third-grade-class, thought up an idea to help the students, like me, who did not understand how to do multiplication. She named some intellectual students as tutors, and assigned each of them with one less smart peer. Luckily, my tutor was a bright, cute, and patient girl. At beginning, she taught me how to multiply two multi-digit numbers step by step. She demonstrated some examples, and asked me to do one by myself. And after I did, I made a correct answer, and I thought I really understood how to do multiplication. However, latter the same day, when I was doing my arithmetic at home, I was totally lost. I could not recall how to do it, and I therefore left them blank. The next morning, she lent me her exercise book for checking my answers. But I just replicated her works. The next morning, I did it again. I directly copied her works again and again since then. Until one day morning, one of her friends noticed that I was taking a shortcut, then her friend asked her “Won’t you teach him?”, and she replied “It’s not worth my time to teach such person.”
It was hurt, truly, but I did not cry, nor stop copying, because I would rather be able to in my exercise book unashamedly. That day, I replayed the words she said many times, and I could not help feeling like I betrayed her. Latter, when I was doing my arithmetic homework at home, I still did not know how to do multiplication. I reviewed those exercises. I mimic the processes which I copied before. I felt like I gradually understood how to do it. I finished the homework assigned that day, and I also redid the homework assigned before by myself. I felt I really knew the methodology of multiplication well. The next morning, I borrowed her exercise book for checking my answers and processes, and I found all of them were correct. I should have her to thank for making me be able to study much more difficult and complicated mathematics today.
I am one good example. I was educated with a pre-education-reform education, and studied multiplication in the third grade. When I was in the third grade, I had homework almost everyday, and I just could not do the calculation. Every time when I was doing the arithmetic homework, I guessed an answer and wrote the number down. Inevitably, I always got my exercise book full of red crosses. One morning, my teacher, a sweet woman who was the head-teacher of my third-grade-class, thought up an idea to help the students, like me, who did not understand how to do multiplication. She named some intellectual students as tutors, and assigned each of them with one less smart peer. Luckily, my tutor was a bright, cute, and patient girl. At beginning, she taught me how to multiply two multi-digit numbers step by step. She demonstrated some examples, and asked me to do one by myself. And after I did, I made a correct answer, and I thought I really understood how to do multiplication. However, latter the same day, when I was doing my arithmetic at home, I was totally lost. I could not recall how to do it, and I therefore left them blank. The next morning, she lent me her exercise book for checking my answers. But I just replicated her works. The next morning, I did it again. I directly copied her works again and again since then. Until one day morning, one of her friends noticed that I was taking a shortcut, then her friend asked her “Won’t you teach him?”, and she replied “It’s not worth my time to teach such person.”
It was hurt, truly, but I did not cry, nor stop copying, because I would rather be able to in my exercise book unashamedly. That day, I replayed the words she said many times, and I could not help feeling like I betrayed her. Latter, when I was doing my arithmetic homework at home, I still did not know how to do multiplication. I reviewed those exercises. I mimic the processes which I copied before. I felt like I gradually understood how to do it. I finished the homework assigned that day, and I also redid the homework assigned before by myself. I felt I really knew the methodology of multiplication well. The next morning, I borrowed her exercise book for checking my answers and processes, and I found all of them were correct. I should have her to thank for making me be able to study much more difficult and complicated mathematics today.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Why Did You Choose Your Major (2)
My choice of my major is base on practical reasons, my interests, and my character. I used to major in electrical engineering of the junior-collage department at the Ming-Chi University of Science and Technology and now I am computer science major at the NTUST. First, in the 5 years at Ming-Chi, I found that I was better at computer related courses than electrical or electronic related courses; if I spent the same amount of time at different courses, the outcomes of computer ones were always more satisfied. I thought I should put myself in a right spot to make my talent be well developed, and according to the rate of return on investment, I thought I might have a gift for computer. Second, I was interested in computer field more than others, and I felt computer was friendlier than oscilloscope; if I had to choose one of them for company for ten hours per day, I’d rather choose computer. Moreover, abstractions and symbols were more charming to me. I loved to use logic and concept to construct a program or understand a system. Furthermore, computer major would give me more freedom, I knew some SOHOs and LOHAS who were working at coffee shops, at their house in the country, or traveling around the world. It could release me from being imprisoned in an office or a laboratory, it gave me more choices of life style. Considering my efforts and what I gained, my interests, and the life styles I could choose, I chose computer science major.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Motto
Share a motto or a quote that you like and try to abide by. Please explain what the words mean to you (and translate into English). Cite your source.
“What does not destroy me, makes me stronger”, Twilight of the Idols (1888), Friedrich Nietzsche.
When I am in trouble, or when some accidents happen on me, I always recall these words. These words make me willing to accept unavoidable difficulties or challenges. These words help me to laugh at the unwished situations that I fall in when I’m chasing my dream or finding my own way and my own existence. When I encounter something disappointing, frustrating, and nothing can do with, theses words give me the ability to give up struggle, and I diagnose and enjoy these scars instead, because I know that they will never destroy me, the scars will always heal over as time elapses, and they will leave experiences which make me stronger.
“What does not destroy me, makes me stronger”, Twilight of the Idols (1888), Friedrich Nietzsche.
When I am in trouble, or when some accidents happen on me, I always recall these words. These words make me willing to accept unavoidable difficulties or challenges. These words help me to laugh at the unwished situations that I fall in when I’m chasing my dream or finding my own way and my own existence. When I encounter something disappointing, frustrating, and nothing can do with, theses words give me the ability to give up struggle, and I diagnose and enjoy these scars instead, because I know that they will never destroy me, the scars will always heal over as time elapses, and they will leave experiences which make me stronger.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Favorite Animal
describe your favorite animal (one of them) without letting us know what it is by name.
They are birds but they cannot fly in the sky, instead, they fly in the water, astonishingly agilely. They wear tuxedo suits no matter gentlemen or ladies. The males of them may attract modern women very much; the male stays with the egg and keep it warm while female goes to sea to find food for their baby. They are super stars; they’ve been on the screen, act the quintessential tap dancers on the ice. Their figures are used as the symbol which scares the software giant, Microsoft, very much; it’s the symbol of one of most famous free software project, Linux. They once stirred a huge tornado in Taiwan when they first arrived, kids were eager to see them, to see those poor prisoners in the zoo.
They are birds but they cannot fly in the sky, instead, they fly in the water, astonishingly agilely. They wear tuxedo suits no matter gentlemen or ladies. The males of them may attract modern women very much; the male stays with the egg and keep it warm while female goes to sea to find food for their baby. They are super stars; they’ve been on the screen, act the quintessential tap dancers on the ice. Their figures are used as the symbol which scares the software giant, Microsoft, very much; it’s the symbol of one of most famous free software project, Linux. They once stirred a huge tornado in Taiwan when they first arrived, kids were eager to see them, to see those poor prisoners in the zoo.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Share A Dream Of Yours
Share a dream of yours.
One of my dreams I am able to recall now is a weird dream which often staged in my childhood. When I was a child, I sometimes dreamed I am chased by a crowd of zombies who jump so fast and extend their arms towards me; some of them are my family members. I am so scared, and I’m running as soon as possible. After the imaging marathon, I feel very tired in the dream, and I find a place to hide myself. I shrink in the tiny nook and feel my heart palpitate pretty fast, trying to cease my breath as long as possible. Finally, they discover me, and I’m trying to move again, and I’ll be woken up by a sudden twitch of arm or leg.
One of my dreams I am able to recall now is a weird dream which often staged in my childhood. When I was a child, I sometimes dreamed I am chased by a crowd of zombies who jump so fast and extend their arms towards me; some of them are my family members. I am so scared, and I’m running as soon as possible. After the imaging marathon, I feel very tired in the dream, and I find a place to hide myself. I shrink in the tiny nook and feel my heart palpitate pretty fast, trying to cease my breath as long as possible. Finally, they discover me, and I’m trying to move again, and I’ll be woken up by a sudden twitch of arm or leg.
Friday, November 9, 2007
A Good And A Bad Feeling
Describe both a good and a bad feeling using similes and metaphors.
A good feeling:
Simile: It’s like a sweet shower, refresh my mood and thought.
Metaphor: I’m sitting in a balloon with happiness as fuel, it’s inflated, rising, and closing to heaven.
A bad feeling:
Simile: It is like virus, lurks, waits, and occupies my heart.
Metaphor: I’m a prisoner, try to escape from the jail, try to snatch the key to freedom; and the bad feeling is the supervisor, uses the negative thought as a baton, to emphasize how unassisted I am.
A good feeling:
Simile: It’s like a sweet shower, refresh my mood and thought.
Metaphor: I’m sitting in a balloon with happiness as fuel, it’s inflated, rising, and closing to heaven.
A bad feeling:
Simile: It is like virus, lurks, waits, and occupies my heart.
Metaphor: I’m a prisoner, try to escape from the jail, try to snatch the key to freedom; and the bad feeling is the supervisor, uses the negative thought as a baton, to emphasize how unassisted I am.
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Reflect On Places That Have Affected You
I've often said, I'm more inspired by new locations than by any other type of stimulus. Today's exercise asks you to reflect on places that have affected you.
Exercise:
Spend a few minutes thinking about a place that has moved you immensely. It must be a place that once made a strong impact on you: whether that be a negative or positive impact is your choice. Perhaps you are thinking about a childhood memory, a holiday or an everyday place that strikes a particular chord with you. Describe this place.
Last year spring, I had a part-time job in Warnervillage at Xin-Yi, the most famous and most expensive cinema in Taipei. I was very nervous when I was standing in the ticket bar, candy bar, and coffee bar facing to customers at the first few times. When the stuffs were responsible for selling tickets in ticket bar, they had to promote the food, the suit, and be prepared for the week-promotion activity, and the managers would watch the business achievement and call for more at back. Sometimes there were some special events or annoying customers, some of the customers would strongly criticize the stuffs, and sometimes the stuffs would be punished or criticized by the managers. Some of the stuffs would apologize to the customers again and again, arguing with customers is not a rational and proper choice; some of the customer would criticize and complain again and again, some of the stuffs could not bear it, and lose their control of their lachrymals, but the tears are not the best defense or buffer to the customers who ate a gunpowder for breakfast. I would not know how much of complaints I could bear and how calm I could be if I hadn’t been there.
However, there were also a lot of funs. I might be nervous or listless when I began a usual day, but as many customers who left the bar or entered a cinema with satisfied and smelling faces, and as the coworkers’ perky voices echoed in the hall, I would become cheerful and wired. Maybe this is an example of the diffusion of happy moods.
Exercise:
Spend a few minutes thinking about a place that has moved you immensely. It must be a place that once made a strong impact on you: whether that be a negative or positive impact is your choice. Perhaps you are thinking about a childhood memory, a holiday or an everyday place that strikes a particular chord with you. Describe this place.
Last year spring, I had a part-time job in Warnervillage at Xin-Yi, the most famous and most expensive cinema in Taipei. I was very nervous when I was standing in the ticket bar, candy bar, and coffee bar facing to customers at the first few times. When the stuffs were responsible for selling tickets in ticket bar, they had to promote the food, the suit, and be prepared for the week-promotion activity, and the managers would watch the business achievement and call for more at back. Sometimes there were some special events or annoying customers, some of the customers would strongly criticize the stuffs, and sometimes the stuffs would be punished or criticized by the managers. Some of the stuffs would apologize to the customers again and again, arguing with customers is not a rational and proper choice; some of the customer would criticize and complain again and again, some of the stuffs could not bear it, and lose their control of their lachrymals, but the tears are not the best defense or buffer to the customers who ate a gunpowder for breakfast. I would not know how much of complaints I could bear and how calm I could be if I hadn’t been there.
However, there were also a lot of funs. I might be nervous or listless when I began a usual day, but as many customers who left the bar or entered a cinema with satisfied and smelling faces, and as the coworkers’ perky voices echoed in the hall, I would become cheerful and wired. Maybe this is an example of the diffusion of happy moods.
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Why Did You Choose Your Major (1)
My choice of my major is base on practical reasons, my interests, and my character. I used to major in electrical engineering of the junior-collage department at the Ming-Chi University of Science and Technology and now I am computer science major at the NTUST. First, in the 5 years at Ming-Chi, I found that I was better at computer related courses than electrical or electronic related courses; if I spent the same amount of time at different courses, the outcomes of computer ones were always more satisfied. I thought I should put myself in a right spot to make my talent be well developed, and according to the rate of return on investment, I thought I might have a gift for computer. Second, I was interested in computer field more than others, and I felt computer was friendlier than oscilloscope; if I had to choose one of them for company for ten hours per day, I’d rather choose computer. Moreover, abstractions and symbols were more charming to me. I loved to use logic and concept to construct a program or understand a system. Moreover, computer major would give me more freedom. It released me from being imprisoned in an office or a laboratory, it gave me more choices of life style. Considering my efforts and what I gained, my interests, and the life styles I could choose, I chose computer science major.
A Single Flaw In The Body
Choose a single flaw you have noticed in the body of someone close to you. Write about this flaw from the point of view of someone who finds it beautiful.
One of my friends has a snaggletooth, not very serious, just a little bit ragged. He is my classmate of junior-collage, all of us like him very much, he is one of the most popular guys at school. We all think he’s cute, and his teeth make him much cuter, his girlfriend must think in this way, too. He likes smiling and laughing, and we all love to see his teeth greeting us when he’s giggling. If he wants to go to an orthopedic surgery, we may stop him; we like his outgoing teeth so much, we cannot tolerate losing a friend who lives in his mouth and who we’ve already known for more than 6 years!
One of my friends has a snaggletooth, not very serious, just a little bit ragged. He is my classmate of junior-collage, all of us like him very much, he is one of the most popular guys at school. We all think he’s cute, and his teeth make him much cuter, his girlfriend must think in this way, too. He likes smiling and laughing, and we all love to see his teeth greeting us when he’s giggling. If he wants to go to an orthopedic surgery, we may stop him; we like his outgoing teeth so much, we cannot tolerate losing a friend who lives in his mouth and who we’ve already known for more than 6 years!
Sunday, November 4, 2007
Activity 4-11
Topic Sentence: All foreign students have the same difficulty – the English barrier. Sometimes, to make an American understand and to be able to understand Americans is not easy for a foreigner.
A. The words of English.
A.1. Once, I happened to user an old word which people nowadays don’t use anymore and my teacher and friends couldn’t understand what I said.
A.2. English words also cause problems because there are a lot of words that combine to make different meanings.
A.3. E.g. “to work out”
B. Pronunciation.
B.1. English has some words that appear to be the same but have different pronunciations for different meanings.
B.2. E.g. “conduct”
B.3. To understand an American also depends on his or her accent.
B.4. Northerners have a different accent from southerners. If a foreigner learns English in the northern part of the country, he or she might have trouble communicating with southerners.
C. Technical terms and phrases which may be about new technology that doesn’t exist in their country.
Conclusion: Many foreign students find that learning English is the hardest part of college life.
A. The words of English.
A.1. Once, I happened to user an old word which people nowadays don’t use anymore and my teacher and friends couldn’t understand what I said.
A.2. English words also cause problems because there are a lot of words that combine to make different meanings.
A.3. E.g. “to work out”
B. Pronunciation.
B.1. English has some words that appear to be the same but have different pronunciations for different meanings.
B.2. E.g. “conduct”
B.3. To understand an American also depends on his or her accent.
B.4. Northerners have a different accent from southerners. If a foreigner learns English in the northern part of the country, he or she might have trouble communicating with southerners.
C. Technical terms and phrases which may be about new technology that doesn’t exist in their country.
Conclusion: Many foreign students find that learning English is the hardest part of college life.
Friday, November 2, 2007
A Lie You Told
Write about a lie you told, and how it made you feel. Why did you do it? Have you ever been found out (for lying)? If so, how did the other person know you were lying, and how did it feel to be confronted about your lie?
I told a lie when I was in elementary school. That time I was washing my hands with soap, and the soap slipped from my hands, straight shot into the stool, in my uncle’s house. And I was afraid to pull it out since there was something…dirty. Thus I flushed the stool instead. And, of course, the stool was stuck. I was afraid to confess that was made by me, and that made my uncle very angry and upset, he knew what I did, but he wouldn’t say. I felt ashamed very much, I was flushed faced to my uncle as if my blood vessel was stuck as the stool, and my blood couldn’t flow down as well as the soap. I hoped that I had the courage to confess and recognize it, and that’s one of my unnumbered lies I wasn’t courageous enough to confronted.
I told a lie when I was in elementary school. That time I was washing my hands with soap, and the soap slipped from my hands, straight shot into the stool, in my uncle’s house. And I was afraid to pull it out since there was something…dirty. Thus I flushed the stool instead. And, of course, the stool was stuck. I was afraid to confess that was made by me, and that made my uncle very angry and upset, he knew what I did, but he wouldn’t say. I felt ashamed very much, I was flushed faced to my uncle as if my blood vessel was stuck as the stool, and my blood couldn’t flow down as well as the soap. I hoped that I had the courage to confess and recognize it, and that’s one of my unnumbered lies I wasn’t courageous enough to confronted.
Favorite Writers and Things to Read
Who is your favorite writer? What is it about their writing style that you like? What kind of things do you most like to read (novels, non-fiction, short stories, poetry, articles) and why?
My favorite Czech writer is Bohumi Hrabul. Milan Kundera, who is also my favorite writer, praises him as the greatest writer in our era. Hrabul writes about the insignificant, low-level class people, and the people who are abandoned to the rubbish dump of the times. Hrabul uses words to mine the precious stone in their deeper soul. He’s a spectacular symbol wizard; he uses scenes, things, actions to symbolize thoughts, situations and life. His master-pieces spread a light isolating, lonely, and secluded scent.
My favorite Russian writer is Leo Tolstoy, who is classified as realism and existentialism writer. His works shows his advanced thought in his era, and he the writer sometimes appears in his words, to talk to reader directly. His novels concretely describe the characters’ thoughts and actions, and how their thoughts, feels, emotions affect their motions, actions, and behaviors.
My favorite Chinese writer is Xian-Yong Bai, who is an incredible writer still live in our era, I mean he is physically alive; the writers above are also still alive, spiritually. He is also a marvelous symbol genius. His works like the stars that are sprinkled over the sky, shining and puzzling. There are always some young birds stagger into his garden, and stunned by the azalea of red as blood, blooming so wildly, so violently. When we starts wanting to know more about his stories, when we are stirred up with his characters, they have been dimming already.
Well, I like reading them all. However, I most like reading novels, especially the ones have prose style and poetry style. Novels are interesting, and the style of prose and poetry makes them more beautiful, more imaginative, and more vivid. If fine feathers make fine birds, then fine style of prose and poetry makes the novels.
My favorite Czech writer is Bohumi Hrabul. Milan Kundera, who is also my favorite writer, praises him as the greatest writer in our era. Hrabul writes about the insignificant, low-level class people, and the people who are abandoned to the rubbish dump of the times. Hrabul uses words to mine the precious stone in their deeper soul. He’s a spectacular symbol wizard; he uses scenes, things, actions to symbolize thoughts, situations and life. His master-pieces spread a light isolating, lonely, and secluded scent.
My favorite Russian writer is Leo Tolstoy, who is classified as realism and existentialism writer. His works shows his advanced thought in his era, and he the writer sometimes appears in his words, to talk to reader directly. His novels concretely describe the characters’ thoughts and actions, and how their thoughts, feels, emotions affect their motions, actions, and behaviors.
My favorite Chinese writer is Xian-Yong Bai, who is an incredible writer still live in our era, I mean he is physically alive; the writers above are also still alive, spiritually. He is also a marvelous symbol genius. His works like the stars that are sprinkled over the sky, shining and puzzling. There are always some young birds stagger into his garden, and stunned by the azalea of red as blood, blooming so wildly, so violently. When we starts wanting to know more about his stories, when we are stirred up with his characters, they have been dimming already.
Well, I like reading them all. However, I most like reading novels, especially the ones have prose style and poetry style. Novels are interesting, and the style of prose and poetry makes them more beautiful, more imaginative, and more vivid. If fine feathers make fine birds, then fine style of prose and poetry makes the novels.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Halloween
Halloween is tomorrow. If you had to dress up and wear a costume, what would you go as and why? What do you know about this holiday? Have you ever celebrated Halloween? Describe what you imagine a Halloween/costume party to be like.
I would go as Vlad Dracula the Impaler or the Vampire since he’s spooky and wicked. And the novel Historian gives him an interesting habits, reading and history, although he doesn’t have such habits in other novels. According to what I know, Halloween consists of jack-o-lanterns, ghost stories, trick or treating, and dressing up in costume. When I was junior high school, I attended a Halloween party which was hosted by several English teachers. We brought food to the party, performed a little English drama, and danced with opposite sex students from other class. That’s the only experience I celebrated Halloween, and it’s totally different from the Halloween as I know now.
I would go as Vlad Dracula the Impaler or the Vampire since he’s spooky and wicked. And the novel Historian gives him an interesting habits, reading and history, although he doesn’t have such habits in other novels. According to what I know, Halloween consists of jack-o-lanterns, ghost stories, trick or treating, and dressing up in costume. When I was junior high school, I attended a Halloween party which was hosted by several English teachers. We brought food to the party, performed a little English drama, and danced with opposite sex students from other class. That’s the only experience I celebrated Halloween, and it’s totally different from the Halloween as I know now.
Friday, October 26, 2007
One Of Your Favorite Colors
What is one of your favorite colors? Choose a color and describe something in that color without telling us what it is. What does it look like? Feel like? Smell or taste like, if necessary?
One of my favorite colors is blue. There is one thing of blue in day time, and it’s the mother of the creatures in the world. It’s so vast and immeasurable, if you look at it, you’ll feel you are so insignificant, and raise your respects to the nature. It’s an emotional woman, sometimes it’s peaceful, sometimes it’s horrible, and sometimes it goes mad. It the most loyal follower of sun and moon. It changes its color for them; it raises its figure for them and humbles itself for them. It’s the best friends of wind. It runs with wind, it dances with wind; it stays in serene with winds.
One of my favorite colors is blue. There is one thing of blue in day time, and it’s the mother of the creatures in the world. It’s so vast and immeasurable, if you look at it, you’ll feel you are so insignificant, and raise your respects to the nature. It’s an emotional woman, sometimes it’s peaceful, sometimes it’s horrible, and sometimes it goes mad. It the most loyal follower of sun and moon. It changes its color for them; it raises its figure for them and humbles itself for them. It’s the best friends of wind. It runs with wind, it dances with wind; it stays in serene with winds.
Story Completion - Carefree Dogs
In the class Creative Writing, we classmates delivered our story with blanks to each other, and we have to complete all of them as homework this week.
Carefree Dogs
Jennie and Carter have gotten together for weeks, they are very distinct, and they have a lot of different feeling and opinion on the same thing. A warm day afternoon, they sit on a bench, watching a bunch of dogs lying on the lawn. Some of them are chasing each other.
Jennie: Look at them, they seems so happy and so enjoy their live! I’m so envy about the dog that is lying on the lawn and seems to be in a trance.
Carter: Maybe he’s wandering whether he really exist or not. Maybe he wants to talk to someone about this question but he can’t find another philosophic dog.
Jennie: I guess SHE is planning on her activity after a wonderful supper. Perhaps she is composing a story to tell her children, the carefree chasing doggies.
Carter: Yeah, that’s funny. Hey, she is standing up. And she joins the chasing. It looks like she gave up the headache philosophic problem and decided to devote herself into social activity temporarily.
Jennie: She must think up with a story to tell at night. And now she’s enjoying her family happiness.
Cater: Look, they have company. A cat is just appearing. They are uniting to chase a cat.
Jennie: Oh, poor kitty. Why can not dogs and cats be good friends?
Cater: Maybe they have some kind of discrimination in their world. And it’s not an easy issue can be solved by their philosophers or scholars.
Jennie: I think those philosophers as you had been sent to psychiatric hospitals.
Cater: Yeah, you are my best doctor. (Smiling at her, and counting how distinct they are.)
Jennie: (Smiling, and being sunk in her own imagination.)
Carefree Dogs
Jennie and Carter have gotten together for weeks, they are very distinct, and they have a lot of different feeling and opinion on the same thing. A warm day afternoon, they sit on a bench, watching a bunch of dogs lying on the lawn. Some of them are chasing each other.
Jennie: Look at them, they seems so happy and so enjoy their live! I’m so envy about the dog that is lying on the lawn and seems to be in a trance.
Carter: Maybe he’s wandering whether he really exist or not. Maybe he wants to talk to someone about this question but he can’t find another philosophic dog.
Jennie: I guess SHE is planning on her activity after a wonderful supper. Perhaps she is composing a story to tell her children, the carefree chasing doggies.
Carter: Yeah, that’s funny. Hey, she is standing up. And she joins the chasing. It looks like she gave up the headache philosophic problem and decided to devote herself into social activity temporarily.
Jennie: She must think up with a story to tell at night. And now she’s enjoying her family happiness.
Cater: Look, they have company. A cat is just appearing. They are uniting to chase a cat.
Jennie: Oh, poor kitty. Why can not dogs and cats be good friends?
Cater: Maybe they have some kind of discrimination in their world. And it’s not an easy issue can be solved by their philosophers or scholars.
Jennie: I think those philosophers as you had been sent to psychiatric hospitals.
Cater: Yeah, you are my best doctor. (Smiling at her, and counting how distinct they are.)
Jennie: (Smiling, and being sunk in her own imagination.)
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Favorite Sport To Watch and To Play
What's your favorite sport to watch? To play? Did you have a favorite sport in childhood? Is there a sport you hate? Why? Is anyone following the Taiwan Series (baseball)? Describe how playing or watching your favorite sport makes you feel.
To be honest, I’m not an enthusiast about sport. I was playing table tennis with my friend every day for half year, but I seldom play it now. I was jogging with my friends every day before, but I don’t jog anymore. Now, my favorite sport to play would be swimming, which is convenient to play since we can do it without any company though. Although I’m not a guy of sporting passions, I watch baseball game with my friends sometimes. I don’t watch Chien-Ming Wang with myself because I can’t wake up so early, but I can stay awake very late, till morning if I have company. When I am watching Wang is on the mound, I feel like my blood is boiling. When a batter with wide hot zone and high hit rate waves his stick, I feel like I am sitting in a roller coaster and falling down as fast as the flying ball launched from the mound. When that batter is struck out, the roller coaster stops falling and starts rising, preparing for next falling. The reason of that I don’t watch sports often probably be that I can’t tolerate such stimulations and these kind emotional waves so often.
To be honest, I’m not an enthusiast about sport. I was playing table tennis with my friend every day for half year, but I seldom play it now. I was jogging with my friends every day before, but I don’t jog anymore. Now, my favorite sport to play would be swimming, which is convenient to play since we can do it without any company though. Although I’m not a guy of sporting passions, I watch baseball game with my friends sometimes. I don’t watch Chien-Ming Wang with myself because I can’t wake up so early, but I can stay awake very late, till morning if I have company. When I am watching Wang is on the mound, I feel like my blood is boiling. When a batter with wide hot zone and high hit rate waves his stick, I feel like I am sitting in a roller coaster and falling down as fast as the flying ball launched from the mound. When that batter is struck out, the roller coaster stops falling and starts rising, preparing for next falling. The reason of that I don’t watch sports often probably be that I can’t tolerate such stimulations and these kind emotional waves so often.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Story Completion - A Blind Date
In the class Creative Writing, we classmates delivered our story with blanks to each other, and we have to complete all of them as homework this week.
Story Completion - A Blind Date
A girl who was never been fell in love, but thirst for love saw an ad of a blind date. She decided to gave herself a chance. Will she find her true love?
If a blind date means dating with a lottery. Than I was really attending a blind date last night. I am an adventurer. Sometimes I really hope to leave the hell fire group. One day I saw a pair flirting and kissing, and my eyes were blinded by the flashlight.
That day I slept in till almost noon. I was in a crazy taxi, and taking a Pride and Prejudice in hand, which we had decided to identify each other with. 10 minutes to 12:00, I was stuck in a traffic jam as usual. I wished I wouldn't be late. 5 minutes to 12, I jump out from the small yellow sedan There were few people walking by. I hope he was not the one who was madly checking his watch. 12 o'clock, I was suddenly pulled out from my dream. A hand taped me on my shoulder. I turn around, and a Collins-looking guy said "Belle, do I have the honor to be your Darcy?" It was the most miserable date in my life.
Story Completion - A Blind Date
A girl who was never been fell in love, but thirst for love saw an ad of a blind date. She decided to gave herself a chance. Will she find her true love?
If a blind date means dating with a lottery. Than I was really attending a blind date last night. I am an adventurer. Sometimes I really hope to leave the hell fire group. One day I saw a pair flirting and kissing, and my eyes were blinded by the flashlight.
That day I slept in till almost noon. I was in a crazy taxi, and taking a Pride and Prejudice in hand, which we had decided to identify each other with. 10 minutes to 12:00, I was stuck in a traffic jam as usual. I wished I wouldn't be late. 5 minutes to 12, I jump out from the small yellow sedan There were few people walking by. I hope he was not the one who was madly checking his watch. 12 o'clock, I was suddenly pulled out from my dream. A hand taped me on my shoulder. I turn around, and a Collins-looking guy said "Belle, do I have the honor to be your Darcy?" It was the most miserable date in my life.
What A Wonderful World
"What a wonderful world" by Aalto, Yaya, Shine
I see mountains of high, tall buildings too.
I see them rising for me and you.
And I think to myself, “What a wonderful world!”
I see fog of white and snow of silver.
The fresh clean air, the cascading waterfall.
The smell of the tofu, so stinky in the night markets.
Are also on the clothes of people on the MRT.
I see students studying hard, saying “Gimme a break”.
They are really saying, “I need sleep”.
I hear dogs cry, I watch them beg.
They’ll eat much more than I’ll ever try.
And I think to myself, “What a wonderful world”.
I see mountains of high, tall buildings too.
I see them rising for me and you.
And I think to myself, “What a wonderful world!”
I see fog of white and snow of silver.
The fresh clean air, the cascading waterfall.
The smell of the tofu, so stinky in the night markets.
Are also on the clothes of people on the MRT.
I see students studying hard, saying “Gimme a break”.
They are really saying, “I need sleep”.
I hear dogs cry, I watch them beg.
They’ll eat much more than I’ll ever try.
And I think to myself, “What a wonderful world”.
What Is Your Idea Of A Perfect Birthday
When is your birthday, and what is your idea of a perfect birthday for you? Do you celebrate? What kind of celebration would you like? Who would be there with you, and what would you be doing? Describe your perfect birthday, or one that you've enjoyed from the past.
I was born at April 22, 1986. The celebration depends on what kind of the friends are around me in that period. Some people are crazy about birthdays, some people aren’t. Although I usually don’t celebrate my birthday, my old friends always remember that day, they send me messages or call me and say “Happy Birthday”. My friends and I dined in an Italian restaurant this birthday; we went to there after school; we drank and chatted, and we were satisfied with the food. Finally we back to our home or dorm and worked on our homework. For us, birthday is an excuse to hang outside with friends.
I was born at April 22, 1986. The celebration depends on what kind of the friends are around me in that period. Some people are crazy about birthdays, some people aren’t. Although I usually don’t celebrate my birthday, my old friends always remember that day, they send me messages or call me and say “Happy Birthday”. My friends and I dined in an Italian restaurant this birthday; we went to there after school; we drank and chatted, and we were satisfied with the food. Finally we back to our home or dorm and worked on our homework. For us, birthday is an excuse to hang outside with friends.
A Room In Your Childhood Home
Describe a room in your childhood home. What is there? In the corners? Furniture? Layout? What is the feel of the place? Colors? Who would we see there? Any special memories there you'd like to share?
I changed two rooms in my childhood. They are in a rented department. I first lived in the tiny one; the other room was my sister’s, which I moved in after she got married. I had happy time in both room, I had a lot of good time at reading comic books and laughing wildly in my bed. I played solitaire, origami (paper folding), drawing in my tiny world. Sometime I would have company; my family dogs came to me and played with me, and they might sleep with me; they wouldn’t grab my blanket but they always occupied my pillow. As I was growing up, I brought fictions or textbooks to bed more then comic books, spent more time on desk than in bed. I won’t forget the sweet time I have in my childhood room.
I changed two rooms in my childhood. They are in a rented department. I first lived in the tiny one; the other room was my sister’s, which I moved in after she got married. I had happy time in both room, I had a lot of good time at reading comic books and laughing wildly in my bed. I played solitaire, origami (paper folding), drawing in my tiny world. Sometime I would have company; my family dogs came to me and played with me, and they might sleep with me; they wouldn’t grab my blanket but they always occupied my pillow. As I was growing up, I brought fictions or textbooks to bed more then comic books, spent more time on desk than in bed. I won’t forget the sweet time I have in my childhood room.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
I Admire...
I admire Krall Marx because he tolled a bomb to capitalism and developed socialism.
a. His theory and sympathy united labors to revolution, and made the society started to concern about fairness, poor people, and larbor-capitalist contrast.
b. His influence still affects our mordern society very much. A lot of left-intellectuals call on fairness and social justice.
a. His theory and sympathy united labors to revolution, and made the society started to concern about fairness, poor people, and larbor-capitalist contrast.
b. His influence still affects our mordern society very much. A lot of left-intellectuals call on fairness and social justice.
Apply For Entrance Into Graduate Schools
October is a busy month for the students who want to apply for entrance into graduate school. In fact, we have been busy for a long time, and we’re just showing our effort in collage years now. The applying procedure is really exhaustive and hard to suffer. We hope our dreamed schools will accept our application, but we have no idea of the probability we get the acceptance. We send our materials to those schools, and pay the fee for applying. It’s a lottery; the probability of entrance is depends on our effort and records in the past, and their professors’ impression on our original school and taste.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
A Time You Were Sick
Journal for today: Recall a time you were sick. Describe how your body felt, internally and externally. Use details. Who helped you?
I got a cold couple months ago when I was in the dorm. It began from a Sunday evening. I felt dizzy and had a terrible headache as if my head was hammered continuously. No matter how I turned over and over in bed, there were still a lot of pain in my head, and it was getting stronger as I stayed awake. The pain made me unable to fall asleep, and my sleeplessness gave me more aches and pains. I was in an infinite cycle of falling asleep and waking and suffering. When the sun rose, I went to doctor. I got the medicine which rescued me from the continuously hamming hammers. And the symptom changed, I started sniveling, I felt like the running nose was out of my control, it betrayed. The betrayer killed a lot of tissue papers. Couple days later, I eventually regained my nose’ loyalty, but who knows when it will sell me out again.
I got a cold couple months ago when I was in the dorm. It began from a Sunday evening. I felt dizzy and had a terrible headache as if my head was hammered continuously. No matter how I turned over and over in bed, there were still a lot of pain in my head, and it was getting stronger as I stayed awake. The pain made me unable to fall asleep, and my sleeplessness gave me more aches and pains. I was in an infinite cycle of falling asleep and waking and suffering. When the sun rose, I went to doctor. I got the medicine which rescued me from the continuously hamming hammers. And the symptom changed, I started sniveling, I felt like the running nose was out of my control, it betrayed. The betrayer killed a lot of tissue papers. Couple days later, I eventually regained my nose’ loyalty, but who knows when it will sell me out again.
Friday, October 19, 2007
Where Do You See Yourself In Ten Years
Where do you see yourself in ten years? What are you doing? Who is with you? What is your life like?
I’ll get my Bachelor degree from NTUST soon, and get a Master degree afterwards. I’ll work as an RD engineer in IT industry for 4 years instead of joining the military, and pay the student loan and save some money. I will probably use my liver-selling saving to study oversea for a PhD degree or another Master degree, or apply for working at Antarctic. They both are fascinating experiences, and I like the later one better. I think my friends are with me, but I am the major role with myself, maybe some passengers will come into my life, but they must not stay for long. My life is busy with some fun in the fore-half of these ten years, as it has been. And it will be a pretty different style in the other half; it will be more fun, more exciting, and more un-expectable.
I’ll get my Bachelor degree from NTUST soon, and get a Master degree afterwards. I’ll work as an RD engineer in IT industry for 4 years instead of joining the military, and pay the student loan and save some money. I will probably use my liver-selling saving to study oversea for a PhD degree or another Master degree, or apply for working at Antarctic. They both are fascinating experiences, and I like the later one better. I think my friends are with me, but I am the major role with myself, maybe some passengers will come into my life, but they must not stay for long. My life is busy with some fun in the fore-half of these ten years, as it has been. And it will be a pretty different style in the other half; it will be more fun, more exciting, and more un-expectable.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Which Family Member Do You Think You Most Resemble
Which family member do you think you most resemble, and are the most like in personality? In looks? In lifestyle choices? Why? Describe yourself and your family member.
I think I most resemble to my father, though we are different in many ways. He’s an optimist, but I’m not. He quite loves talking, chatting, and making new friends, but I don’t. He’s pretty concerned with politics and social issues, but I’m not. Although we’re quite different in many sides, there’re a lot of similar personalities between us. We love dogs, playing with our pets, watching movies, and sleeping. And sometimes we are aggressive; sometimes we are lazy, want to stay at bed only. We both persist on our own business and decisions; if necessary, ignore others’ critiques and opinion.
I think I most resemble to my father, though we are different in many ways. He’s an optimist, but I’m not. He quite loves talking, chatting, and making new friends, but I don’t. He’s pretty concerned with politics and social issues, but I’m not. Although we’re quite different in many sides, there’re a lot of similar personalities between us. We love dogs, playing with our pets, watching movies, and sleeping. And sometimes we are aggressive; sometimes we are lazy, want to stay at bed only. We both persist on our own business and decisions; if necessary, ignore others’ critiques and opinion.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Favorite Food
Describe your favorite food WITHOUT telling me what the name of it is.
Describe the texture, the smell, the look, the taste of it in as much detail as possible. Describe the feeling when eating it.
My favorite food is a traditional Taiwan appetizer. The soul of the delicacy comes from the sea; the foils are eggs, coriander leaves, flour, and sweet-spicy sauce. The soul is a round, crystal creature (animal). The most interesting about this round-crystal sea creature is that it’s planted in the sea. The techniques of planting does matter, it will be good to chew instead of too soft if it’s planted well. The planting method quite relates to the habit of this cute creature and the tides.
It’s smell so good when it’s fried in the pan; it makes me stop in front of the stand and to buy one, to satisfy my watering mouth. I should not write this journal in the evening, it gives me a good appetite and makes me very hungry…
Describe the texture, the smell, the look, the taste of it in as much detail as possible. Describe the feeling when eating it.
My favorite food is a traditional Taiwan appetizer. The soul of the delicacy comes from the sea; the foils are eggs, coriander leaves, flour, and sweet-spicy sauce. The soul is a round, crystal creature (animal). The most interesting about this round-crystal sea creature is that it’s planted in the sea. The techniques of planting does matter, it will be good to chew instead of too soft if it’s planted well. The planting method quite relates to the habit of this cute creature and the tides.
It’s smell so good when it’s fried in the pan; it makes me stop in front of the stand and to buy one, to satisfy my watering mouth. I should not write this journal in the evening, it gives me a good appetite and makes me very hungry…
A Teacher You Had That You Will Never Forget
Describe a teacher you had that you will never forget. What was it about this teacher that made him/her so memorable? What idiosynracies did he/she have, and what was/is his/her teaching style? Does he/she know how you feel about him/her? Would you consider telling him/her?
The teacher I will never forget would be my school project advisor in my five-year junior college (where I entered when I graduated from junior high school, and where I received my associate degree). His brain is stuffed with a lot of ideas and innovations, he never tried to persuade or guide us to do anything. If we encountered a problem, he would give us some hints, advices, and evaluations. He left a wide space to us to discover and to develop our own thought. He paid a host of attention on us; he helped us apply National Science Council Programs for college students, helped us publish a conference paper, gave us fellowships, and let us study what we were interested in. He did a lot for us, and he didn’t want anything in return though.
My old project teammate and I visited him on September 28th morning, Confucius’ birthday or teacher’s day. He was still full with the enthusiasm of education. He shared us the programs he’s doing, showed us around his laboratory, and told us how our alma mater is going. We had a lunch together, we talked a lot at that day, and he’s still in his good nature. When we are parted, he always says that he’ll be proud of us.
The teacher I will never forget would be my school project advisor in my five-year junior college (where I entered when I graduated from junior high school, and where I received my associate degree). His brain is stuffed with a lot of ideas and innovations, he never tried to persuade or guide us to do anything. If we encountered a problem, he would give us some hints, advices, and evaluations. He left a wide space to us to discover and to develop our own thought. He paid a host of attention on us; he helped us apply National Science Council Programs for college students, helped us publish a conference paper, gave us fellowships, and let us study what we were interested in. He did a lot for us, and he didn’t want anything in return though.
My old project teammate and I visited him on September 28th morning, Confucius’ birthday or teacher’s day. He was still full with the enthusiasm of education. He shared us the programs he’s doing, showed us around his laboratory, and told us how our alma mater is going. We had a lunch together, we talked a lot at that day, and he’s still in his good nature. When we are parted, he always says that he’ll be proud of us.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Ideal Weekend
What is your ideal weekend? What would you do on a perfect weekend? Describe your imaginary plans during your ideal weekend.
I’d go to bookstores, look around, buy some books, and read them in bed with a cup of coffee in the holidays. When I finished a book, I’d write a statement or summary, and post it on my blog. Sometimes I spend my weekend in such idea way, sometimes I’m too busy at doing something is potentially more important and urgent. I try to get up earlier to do a little bit of those idea things, but most of time it results in failure…
I’d go to bookstores, look around, buy some books, and read them in bed with a cup of coffee in the holidays. When I finished a book, I’d write a statement or summary, and post it on my blog. Sometimes I spend my weekend in such idea way, sometimes I’m too busy at doing something is potentially more important and urgent. I try to get up earlier to do a little bit of those idea things, but most of time it results in failure…
Traveling To Any Country On Vacation
If you could travel to any country on vacation (MUST LEAVE TAIWAN), where would you go, and why? Who would you bring with you, and what would you see?
I’d like to go to Antarctic with myself. The unique scene attracts me very much. Somebody may think the scene there is extremely monotonous -- the polar light, half-year day time and night, penguins, huskies, ice, icebergs, and the ice spread out far beyond the horizon. Nonetheless, that’s what I desire to see and feel and enjoy. If I get a chance to work oversea, I will apply for Antarctic first.
I’d like to go to Antarctic with myself. The unique scene attracts me very much. Somebody may think the scene there is extremely monotonous -- the polar light, half-year day time and night, penguins, huskies, ice, icebergs, and the ice spread out far beyond the horizon. Nonetheless, that’s what I desire to see and feel and enjoy. If I get a chance to work oversea, I will apply for Antarctic first.
What Is Your Favorite Holiday
Happy 10-10 Day! What is your favorite holiday and why? What traditions do you usually partake in on this day?
I like Moon Festival most. We usually barbecue with classmates, friends, and family, and we usually have couple barbecues with couple groups in the continuous holidays. Eating, taking a break, eating, and taking a break are what we do from waking up to going to bed in those holidays. And that makes us could reunion with friends. Although we have an limited room of stomach, we might not be able to have more food at next barbecue, we still go to there to meet and talk with friends and family.
I like Moon Festival most. We usually barbecue with classmates, friends, and family, and we usually have couple barbecues with couple groups in the continuous holidays. Eating, taking a break, eating, and taking a break are what we do from waking up to going to bed in those holidays. And that makes us could reunion with friends. Although we have an limited room of stomach, we might not be able to have more food at next barbecue, we still go to there to meet and talk with friends and family.
Saturday, October 13, 2007
About me
Hi, everyone, nice to meet you. My name is Shine Chen. I am from Tauyuan, a county keeps civilizing. I major in Computer Science and Information Engineering of National Taiwan University of Science and Technology. I am a senior student in this school. In my leisure time, I usually surf my friends’ blogs and leave some messages, or browse BBS, or devote myself in my favorite hobby, reading.
My favorite classes of books are fictions, novels, scientific fictions, fantastic fictions, classic novels, traditional novels. Sometimes I read some book about social science and modern society. As everyone who likes reading, I have a lot of unfinished books on my bookshelf, and new books always come so fast, that I never finished those books on my bookshelf. When I finish college, I’ll go to graduate school, and start studying and researching. However, I’d like to travel around this island with friends, as a reward of my effort in college.
My favorite classes of books are fictions, novels, scientific fictions, fantastic fictions, classic novels, traditional novels. Sometimes I read some book about social science and modern society. As everyone who likes reading, I have a lot of unfinished books on my bookshelf, and new books always come so fast, that I never finished those books on my bookshelf. When I finish college, I’ll go to graduate school, and start studying and researching. However, I’d like to travel around this island with friends, as a reward of my effort in college.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
What Song Is In Your Head Now
What song is in your head now? If none, what is the first song that comes to mind? What are your favorite lyrics, and why?
The first song that comes to mind is Bon Jovi’s “It’s My Life”. And it’s also one of my favorite lyrics. It shows the courage and a plenty of guts against the society, and the general way of thinking. We are so restricted by the common values, and Bon Jovi just sings out his insistence on his choice and decision, “Like Frankie said
I did it my way”. Another one of my favorite lyrics would be Avril’s “Runaway”, because now I do eager “want to fall and lose myself” and 100 percent agree that “Laughing so hard it hurts like hell”. If I can, I will “Forget about everything and runaway” now. Ha ha, I have better to finish my report…
The first song that comes to mind is Bon Jovi’s “It’s My Life”. And it’s also one of my favorite lyrics. It shows the courage and a plenty of guts against the society, and the general way of thinking. We are so restricted by the common values, and Bon Jovi just sings out his insistence on his choice and decision, “Like Frankie said
I did it my way”. Another one of my favorite lyrics would be Avril’s “Runaway”, because now I do eager “want to fall and lose myself” and 100 percent agree that “Laughing so hard it hurts like hell”. If I can, I will “Forget about everything and runaway” now. Ha ha, I have better to finish my report…
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
What Did You Do During The Typhoon Weekend
What did you do during the typhoon weekend? Have you ever been majorly affected by a typhoon or other weather related event? Explain.
I stayed at my tiny room, wrote my resume, autobiography, and study-program for applying for graduate schools. Fortunately, no sudden power cut happened on me, thus I finished them. Unexpectedly, I’ve written more than 7,800 Chinese characters in 8 pages autobiography. One of my friends said it’s too long; no professor will spend his/her time on reading this prose literally. I therefore have to cut it, detail my past in maybe 2000 Chinese characters, that’s a challenge. One of the schools requires autobiography limited in 500 Chinese characters. I have no idea how the hell I can fit it into 500, even 2000. Not to mention to the autobiography, the resume exceeds 800.
I planed to go home to bring some references and records for the application, but the typhoon canceled it.
I stayed at my tiny room, wrote my resume, autobiography, and study-program for applying for graduate schools. Fortunately, no sudden power cut happened on me, thus I finished them. Unexpectedly, I’ve written more than 7,800 Chinese characters in 8 pages autobiography. One of my friends said it’s too long; no professor will spend his/her time on reading this prose literally. I therefore have to cut it, detail my past in maybe 2000 Chinese characters, that’s a challenge. One of the schools requires autobiography limited in 500 Chinese characters. I have no idea how the hell I can fit it into 500, even 2000. Not to mention to the autobiography, the resume exceeds 800.
I planed to go home to bring some references and records for the application, but the typhoon canceled it.
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