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May 6, 2026 · 3:45 am

The Ties of My Family with the Highway Administration

The family with the strong ties with the highway administration, the memories of the younger years…translated…

After learning that there’s a Highway Administration Museum on Dongyuan Street, I’d had to go and, check it, out, it is located close by to the last year, William Porter Little League World Series.

As for the reason I must go to the museum, it is, a bit, nostalgic—our family is a family of, highway administration officials.  My father, eldest, fourth, fifth eldest brothers and fifth eldest sister-in-law, and my two older nephews, all worked at one time in their lives or another at the highway administration, and I was, raised by the highway administration no doubt!  Unfortunately, the public transportation is in its sunset years now, the eight bus routes that the highway administration invested in, is now, privatized, with the King Bus Company routes operated by the Ubus Company, the routes up north are having it hard, barely, hanging on, too.

But the museum was worthy of the time, it’d helped me recalled back some memories of my, childhood, years.  In the early 1950s, there are not very many privately owned motor vehicles, the bus routes in the cities and counties aren’t that developed either, the public transportation had held intact solely by the Highway Administration.  The Highway Administration was a department of the Taiwan Province government’s agency of transportation, it’s also responsible for road repair, the DMV, and many other duties, but at that time, we’d always stated, “I rode the bus from the Highway Administration to get here”, the Highway Administration is synonymous with the public transportation systems, or the long-distant buses.

My father had worked as a technician in the bus repair department in Tainan for many years.  The mechanics are the highest ranked manual laborer position, there’s the manager of these mechanics, only with the extra title and a little more money paid.  Later, my eldest brother, my fifth eldest and my two nephews all entered into the Highway Administration, they’d begun at the apprentice levels, work their way up to technician assistants, the technicians, they were considered blue-collars.  My eldest brother had dorm rooms in the auto repair unit in Tsaotun, my younger brother and I had many times, rode our bicycles to his home to dine from Taichung.  My fourth eldest brother, after he’d graduated from high school, then passed his exams to begin working as a station attendant for the Highway Administration, he’d worked at Fengyuan Station and then at Taichung Station.

I’d gone to Taipei for my university studies in the sixties, the trips home, I’d taken the Golden Dragon Route, the Zhongxing Route and the Guoguan Route, etc., etc., etc., the fares were all reserved by my fourth eldest brother for me.  The biggest burden back when he’d worked in Taichung was during the New Year holidays, there were too many relatives who’d asked him to reserve a ticket for him.  Compared to my third eldest brother who works at the auto mechanic unit for the Taipei Railroad Systems, he’d always told me, that he didn’t work in the stations directly, and couldn’t get me the tickets, and I couldn’t, have him reserve the fares for me.

In the memories of my youth, what I remembered the most was how my father planted the vegetables by the creeks of the Nanmen Service Station, I’d often gone to harvest the water spinach, then moved my bicycle onto the bus going back into the city after the repairs, and as the bus got to Zhongzhen Road, I’d then, taken my bicycle, along with the vegetables home with me, while the bus continued its route to the station to pick up the commuters.

And this is, this family’s deep affinity with the highway administrations, and this is not just a job, it’s their, ways of, life, that’s left this, deep imprint in the mind of the writer, and he saw the rise and fall of the public transportation systems through the years.

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April 11, 2026 · 3:10 am

When I Became the One, Being, Taken Care, of

This is when you feel, that your hard work is, acknowledged, by this patient’s wife, and it will give you extra strengths to bring your best game to work every single day…translated…

I’d worked the busier, dayshifts, drawing blood from my patients’ arms, this was no more than, the treatment means I’m used to, doing.  Once when I was getting ready to draw the blood from an elderly man who wasn’t well, his wife by his side asked, “would it be easier if he sat up?”

I’d subconsciously thought that she was trying to help him feel more, comfortable, I’d asked him to get up from the bed, and responded, “no, he’s fine lying down.”  As I was done drawing the elderly’s blood, I was about to rush to my next patient.

“No, I mean you, would you like this chair to sit in, you guys keep on bending over, you will get injured if you keep this posture too long.” The elderly man’s wife explained.

Working in the ward too long, the demands of the families are always to be more tentative to one’s own ill family members, and this was the very first time, someone showed concerns for, me.  I was stunned, and stopped what I was, doing, and I’d wanted this very moment to, last a bit, longer—working in the ward, it’s only natural, that we comply to the requests made to us by the patients, under the stress of racing with time, naturally we’d put ourselves, last, to get what needed to be done, in the shortest time, possible, that is, the wish of all, nurses.

“That’s fine, I will kneel, I won’t hurt my, back”, as I returned back to the moment, I’d smiled and responded to the man’s, wifel

“It always made my heart wrenched, seeing you guys work like this.”, she’d told.

Who is patching the world up then, it is, this woman who is, before me, looking at me, with her mind of care and concerns for, me.

At that very moment, it’d felt like, I was, her, child.

This is, the gentle care and concern, shown to you, by a random patient, because she appreciated your hard work, as a nurse, and it’d, made you feel warmed, that you’re working so hard, and someone appreciates you.

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January 14, 2026 · 2:28 am

Getting CONNED by the Employee I’d Fired

Because she’d looked, honest, but in reality, she isn’t, this is not the first time she’d, pulled this, trick out of that, “hat”, she must’ve, done it before, and succeeded, that’s why she did it again, thinking that she will, get away with it!  Something the employers need to, watch out, for…translated…

Mom always told me, that a loss is a, gain, that we shouldn’t, care too much if others are taking advantage of us.  Later, as I’d owned and operated a small diner abroad, she’d told me, that my employees are geese that lay the golden eggs for me, to not forget, to feed them to, full.  Unfortunately, the Brothers Grimm Fairytales don’t function at all in my kitchen, the dishwashers never last long.  And I’d had to, grit my teeth, and purchase an extremely expensive dishwasher to get it, installed, and paid for that in, installments.  That stainless massive machine slowly got implanted into my kitchen, then, the raging winds and rains that began on the inside, and, in a few short minutes, it’d, cleaned up those, piles of stacked up dirty, dishes.  The semi-automatic machine still needed the push of the buttons, the adjusting of the settings knobs, but, way more efficient that how my kitchen worked from, before.

The woman who came for the position looked, quite pale, there’s not the least sign of color in her tight, minced, lips, but there’s that desire from her, tiny, triangular, eyes.

She’d circled around in my kitchen a couple of, time, skillfully checked the dish detergent compartment below the dish washer, like she’s, showing off her, professionalism.  Afterwards, she’d, signed the contract I gave to her, without any hesitation.

In the trial periods, she was, excellent, to the point of arriving early, and clocking out, late, I’d had to reminder her that it’s time to clock out, she’d always smiled and told me, just a few more moments then I shall, she was, the model employee.  She’d become like a quiet shadow in the kitchen then, and two weeks flew by, I’d settled and switched her to a permanent full-time employee then.  Until that crazed weekend evening a few days later, that’s changed, all of this.

The customers were lined up from within my restaurant to out of the street in the corners, and just as we’re at highest traffic, I saw her changed out of her uniform, headed out the door.  I’d blocked her, and asked, “where are you going?”

She’d told me calmly, “I’m clocked out!”

I’d blurted at the spurt of the moment, “what?  Don’t come back again!”

The attorney’s frown tightened, with his face half shadowed, looked at me, as if saying, “you’re too brash, too naïve.”  The courtroom was, dead silent, with his black suitcase, mentioned the door with him chin, mouthed the words, “there’re all radicals inside, all wanted to make trouble for the employers, I hadn’t seen any employers come back out alive”.

Entered into the labor-wages mediation room, both side stood at individual corners, the attorneys from both side engaged, back and forth.  Her attorney pulled out a stack of various colors of file folders as evidence, then that was when I’d realized, I’d fallen into that, trap now.  The reason why the model employee always worked overtime, for the sake of the coming of “firing for no just cause”.  We’d worked together for no more than twenty days, she’d demanded a total of four months’ worth of restitution, if I don’t sign, then, we can hash it out next door in the courtroom, and it will drag on even longer, and the fines would be, way, higher, probably enough for a couple of the automatic dishwashers!

Although mom told me that buying peace is the best option, but this trip, I’d understood, I’d had to, quickly, make my, exit.

I’d turned, and, locked eyes with that face that’s no longer, pale, with her lips, smiling, and not smiling.  Inside that tiny triangular eyes, seemed to have that gloat of how her schemes, worked.

And so, this still just showed, how NOTHING is meet the eyes, that if someone seems a certain way, then we should all, be skeptical and question it, after all, you do NOT want what’s happened to this business owner to, happen to you, too.  And this is, probably the woman’s plan all along, as she may have done it, and got away with it successfully, that’s why she’s, gloating about it.

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December 20, 2025 · 3:45 am

The Victim of Workplace Bullying: Reporting the Incidents Up the Chain of Command Doesn’t Do a Thing in the Hualien Penitentiary

The correctional facility IS, enabling this bad behavior, because like that last case where the government official bullied her subordinate, she only received a slap on her wrists from the last president’s term, and that just proves, that it doesn’t do SHIT, and you either just SUCK it up and take it like a MAN, because you need the paycheck, or you can, QUIT!  Off of the Newspapers, translated…

A female managerial position employee of Hualien Penitentiary was accused of publicly shaming her subordinates in front of the entire staff, and the prison inmates, belittling the employees, and not allowing her employees to take days off for personal injuries, the victim claimed, that she’d filed her complaints all the way up the chain of command to the warden, and it wasn’t handled properly, and she was, demoted.  The Hualien Penitentiary pointed out, that the transfer was to prevent the employee from getting bullied again, that the complaints from both the accused perpetrator and the victim is now, pending investigations.

The victim accused, that in August of this year, she was improperly managed by her superior, and was scolded, “why are you so disobedient, whatever I tell you do to, just do it, don’t have so much opinions.”

In the October admittance of inmates check, the manager was downstairs, not on site, but claimed that she’d “provoked the inmates”, threatened to reprimand her; and had selected the closing hours, when all the other employees, all the other inmates were present, to publicly shame her, causing her emotional trauma she had to go and seek out psychological counseling.

The victim claimed, that she’d filed the complaints of improper management of her superior up the chain of command, all the way to the warden, but nothing was done, that was when she’d filed the complaints on workplace bullying last month on the fourteenth, wanted the systems to get her the justice she deserved.  And yet, she received the transfer notice that very afternoon, and the adjustment of her position wasn’t discussed beforehand with her; and there were the words of how this female superior had, used pressures, to prevent the other coworkers to get investigated on the cases of her bullying, and another coworker gotten injured at work, and filed for the workplace bullying claims, because the superior wouldn’t give the days off for the injuries.

The prison confirmed that they received both complaints, that as the victims filed the claims, it already had the psychological counselors to intervene, and that they’d transferred the individual involved in the case out of her current position because they didn’t want her to get retraumatized again working in the same space as the woman accused of bullying her, that if the victims felt that the transferring from original work post had obstructed the investigations, they can provide the evidence, and the laws of workplace bullying will get enforced.

Translation???  The bullying may have occurred
(we don’t know, because none of us, higher up superiors were present), and, we’d only, given the accused her slap on the wrist, and you can report this up the chain of command, but, at most we can, only, get you transferred from your current position, to get you out of the bully’s way, otherwise, we can’t do a thing.

That, is what this is saying, and, unless another SUICIDE happens like the last case, nothing gets, done, because that’s how the systems work: until SOMEONE DIES, nothing IS, taken, seriously!

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December 11, 2025 · 2:38 am

My Father, the Concrete Worker

A man of laboring class, working hard to put food on the tables, to raise his, family, who used his hard work to show his children that he loves them so…translated…

Since my father started remodeling, the originally clear and clean stairways became covered up in fogs.  The smokes, the dusts, flew all over the places, the bodies that squatted, stood, started blurring on in the staircases, with the sounds of hammer, hitting the tiles, echoing in the stairs.

When my father is working, he doesn’t say much, always, kept his head low, focused on the cement beneath his, feet.  He’d smoothed over the cement, poured another scoop, lain the concrete, flattened the cement on the walls using a trowel, then, he’d, stuck the tiles on the, walls.

the writer’s father, as a manual laborer…photo from online

Piece by piece, step by, step, like he was, patching up the lacking of the feelings of “home” when he was a younger lad.

In my university years, I’d gone with him to the construction sites on my days off from school.  Although I wasn’t of much help to him as his second hand, but, handing him the tools he needed, or scooping up the cement, it still lightened the burdens of his work more or less.  After our lunches, my father would split open two cardboard boxes, lined them on the floor, to use as his bed for nap, putting them down in the living room that’s not being remodeled yet.  My father started snoring light, lying next to me.  This image reminded me of when I was younger, when we weren’t rich, as a family of four, squished into a tiny space of no more than 581 square feet.  Our home was in the southern parts of the island, when I was young, he’d built the stairs all over the city of Taichung then, and he would not come home for three whole months at a time, because of work.

After the nap breaks, we’d begun work again, he’d called me to the stairs, I saw him opened up the cardboard box, pulled out a pile of, tiles, looking at them left and right, I was standing close by, looking confused, not known what he was, doing.

“pick out the ones with the cracks or with the corners missing.” He’d told me, “put an X with a red marker on them!”, my childhood with the corners missing, became a longing as I became adult.  I’d followed my father’s orders, picked out all the flawed tiles, leaving only those that are smooth and pretty, those were the limited memories I’d made with my, father.

illustration from UDN.com

Back in the elementary school years, my older brother and I had gone to the site, the two of us were playing in the sand with our shovels.  As my father saw us panting, sweating from playing, squatted down by the walls, he’d quickly walked out to the alleys, and shortly, he’d returned with a bag of oden, and the sweetened black tea to fill our hungers.

In the afternoon, my father came to watch me scoop up the sand cement, suddenly, he’d put down the hammer and the trowel, without a word, walked to the opposite side of the road, and as he returned, I’d looked at him on the opposite side of the streets, with a bag in each hand.  It is the oden.  On his body there were the uneven chunks of cement pieces, like the patchwork, his slimmed figure couldn’t prop his clothes up properly, with the jeans white at the knees, with the fibers of the cloth ripping.  The most eye-catching was, that black waist support on his lumbar, cutting my father into, two, halves.

With half in my absentee childhood, the other half, I’m a, part, of.

The construction site after hours, was completely, dead silent, the smokes, the dusts had, dissipated.  I looked out of the hole of the window frames, the residents of the opposite building, in the early evening of winter, hung out the decorative Christmas lights, with the light, glowing.

I’d turned to take a peek at my father’s face, his features, steady like a mountain, clear as, ever to me.

So, this is how a man, works too hard, to provide for his children and family, and, this is a blue collar man, and despite how hard he was working away from home, he’d still, spent as much time as he possibly can with his kids, and that makes him a good father to his own children!

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November 3, 2025 · 2:27 am

The Various Considerations of Quit Working from the Angles of the Business Owner, the Children Who Might Inherit the Business, & the Employees’

Everyone, the boss, the children of the boss, the employees, all have their, separate angles of considerations in the job, and all are correct, because all of them are based off of what’s most beneficial, most fitting for the, self…translated…

After reading, “Should I Accept the Resignations” from before, I think, on the subject of quitting a job, who doesn’t have a little, calculative, means?  Some say, “not going to work will put me in that slump of money, and going to work will damage my mental health”, it all depends on the individuals to weigh the matter differently.

Lin is a young lad who’d drifted northward for work, she’d begun working as a cloth designer right after he graduated, she is intelligent, active, outgoing, loved by everyone at the office, only the boss didn’t really favor her.  Toward the boss who’d stubborn in her own beliefs about aesthetic, Lin is straightforward in expressing her own thoughts, insisted on her own designs and styles, which made the boss displeased a lot, and as the orders got reduced, she was blamed for that.  After a year working here, Lin turned in her resignation, we’d consoled her to wait it out, after the boss fired her, then, she will get the severance checks, she’d asked, why should she wait until she gets fired, instead of her firing the boss?  Great, very tough of her.  And turns out, she’d already found her next job, a firm that allows her to exercise her own creative thoughts freely.

There was a coworker who’d, miscalculated the situation, and quit out of anger, misbelieved that the boss would side with him, but he didn’t.  The coworker felt that he’d misread the boss, that he’d poured everything in, and this was what he’d, gotten, got into a huge fight with the boss, then, quit.

What’s most unexpected was, the boss’s daughter after working twenty-five years, she’d qualified for the retirement pension, then, she’d, immediately retired, receiving that sizable, pension, while her own father stays at the firm, and continued working.  The father isn’t retired, but the daughter, was, because she has her own assessment of the situation: if in the future, the company gets inherited by her younger brother, everything won’t be the same then, and she would have the awkwardness in getting along with her younger sister-in-law as well, so, she’d selected to get the cash in her wallet first.

And is it not odd, that every employee at an office is all waiting for, that severance, check?

Because the boss is already elderly, there were the talks of the company going out of business, and that nobody wants to inherited the business.  Just as well, after all, the children get to split up a sizable sum of inheritance, why would they need to work so hard for it?

Honestly, my coworkers and I, all had our own, calculations too, wanting to wait until the company goes out of business, and get our sizable severance, but, we never imagined, that our boss who is currently eighty-nine years old, with no offspring to inherit the designing firm, and the business isn’t running well at all, he’d still, refused to shut down the operations of the company; after all, this was, his whole life’s, work.  And we can’t get our severances yet, and can only, keep on, inoculating our own, selves, although the pays aren’t that great, with no future, but at least, it’s close to our homes, and the work is easy to do, so we stay with it.

The confidence of adults is money, some say, other than wages, everything in work in phony—maybe this is too realistic, but the boss has his own considerations, the employees, their own, calculations too, between submitting and accepting the resignations, it’s all a tug-of-war for both sides.  I can only hope, that we say goodbye in the futures well, so we won’t feel, awkward in the future after I leave this job, and meet up with him by chance.

And so, this still just showed, how there’s often no right or wrong to something, only the various, perspectives, and, these are based off how we are socialized, how we interact with our external environments, and all of it have to be, considered thoroughly.

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September 29, 2025 · 2:47 am

Mountain Rescuers, Not a Job for Everyone

These men and women work in the harshest conditions to find those who’d been lost on the hiking trails up the mountains in the inclement weather conditions, and they don’t get the thanks they rightfully earned and deserved from those whom they rescued, and that’s just not right!  Translated…

There’s a very deep origin of, connection between Mara and I, he is a child of the Bunon Tribe of Nantou, only a bit younger than my own, younger brother, and I’d treated him as a younger brother too.  First time I’d heard his, name, it was from my younger brother who was training to be a forest ranger.  He’d told him he met a very special fellow trainee, passionate, friendly, with amazing professional skills, could carry forty kilograms of weight and still moved very agilely, surely, he was a child raised in the, forests and mountains.  What’s cutest was, as Mara saw other rookies unsteady on their feet hiking up the mountains, he would ask them if they needed his assistance, and the trainer reprimanded him, “you can help them this time, but will you be able to, carry their loads for the rest of their, lives?”, but he was just this, simple, pure-minded, big boy.

First time we met was from the interviews on webcam, later, I’d heard from the firefighters, the forest rangers told of him, including how at such a young age, he’d gotten involved in the mountain rescues with higher levels of difficult to conduct, and he also worked as the vanguards, turns out, that Mara works as an assistive personnel, but also a volunteer of the mountain rescue teams as well.

condition where these dedicated men and women work in…photo from online

I met him in person in a mountain search mission, due to the pandemic, the hiking trails became a popular pastime for the entire country, the people hiking up the trails increased overnight it seemed, and there were the people gone missing being reported, accidents in hiking more often, causing the mountain search and rescue teams to work too hard.  At the time, Mara asked for his leave of absence from Forest Protection, and signed on to the rescue work as a volunteer firefighter rescuer, I asked, “if you’re absent from work, you will get your pay deducted, what made you come to help out still?”, he’d only smiled shyly, then told me, “heavens gave me the ability, and I will, use it, well.”  What he cared about wasn’t what he would gain, but what he could, give, and I was moved by him on this.

Rescue missions isn’t for anyone, especially when all these disasters normally occurred during the bad weather, low visibility situations, the mountain rescuers needed to risk hypothermia, slipping down the slopes themselves, getting lost on the way, overcoming the low temperature, the rain, and the dense fogs, not wasting a second away, entering into the mountains, to search for every precious, life.  And so, some of the rescuers had even pulled money out of their own pockets, purchased better equipment to use, so they can move faster, more safely, to help them find those who’d been lost and or trapped in the, mountains.  And for all the hard work these men and women put in, they only normally received a “thank you” and sometimes, there were the lack of appreciation from the rescued, “why did you guys take so long?”, “why can’t you carry me on your back?”, “call a helicopter for me!”

the dangerous environment they work in…photo from online

As I said goodbye to Mara early that morning, I watched him with his search and rescue crew in their waterproof raincoats, water-resistant pants, in their boots, in the drizzling of the rain, stepped on and over those, pebbles and mud, slowly, vanished into, the depth of the, forests.  That was the scene that’s stayed with me still, and I can only offer my simply prayers to them, may every call they received, they can return safe back, to rescue more lives.

So, this is a group of hard working men and women, who aren’t even paid to do this, they have to go out in the most extremes of conditions, the rains, the winds, the typhoons, the earthquakes even, and many are volunteers too, and, sometimes, they don’t get appreciated enough, because those who got STUCK in the mountains, are way too focused on their own needs, and only cared about themselves, and NOT realized how much it took for these rescuers to come out to find them, when these hikers are the ones who’d caused themselves in the situation in the first place and yet, when the calls came, these rescuers still head out, without a second thought!

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September 7, 2025 · 5:54 am

The Sharpened Sword of Powers Over the Heads of the Members of the Entertainment Industry

On how the female actress, Jiang came out to accuse someone for sexual assault, how the world, the countries are still in their original modes of, BLAMING the VICTIMS, and nothing’s changed, if the mindset doesn’t change…off of the Front Page Sections, translated…

The television actress, Jiang made the claims of how her friend had been drugged, sexually assaulted, and had her nude photos shot by the behind-the-screens employee of the television station, and ultimately, told the press, that she was, the victim.  In fifteen days since the first disclosures, she’d stated the related details of what had happened, it’d gotten the attention of the news media press, but, not very many of social support came from those in the entertainment industries, because the perpetrator had a, “strong background”.

the victims are silenced, because the abusers are related to the higher up of the party, illustration from online

And surely, the perp has a “tough background”.  As the details of the assailant of sexual assault slowly came out into the open, the senior assistant C.E.O., Gong of Sanli Television Station admitted that the man being accused was her own son, that she will comply with all the criminal investigations, that she will not cover for her own, son, believed that “justice will give him back his innocence”, showed that she backed her son up in his claims.

And so, despite how Jiang told that there were multiple female employees who were sexually harassed, it’d shown, that this rape of power in the entertainment industry didn’t end, but there’s no other in the entertainment industry coming out, this was, completely in contrast of the start of the #MeToo, when one victim came out, the rest followed.  The reason wasn’t hard to understand: everybody wants to keep her/his, job.

The T.V. personnel who went to China to work were called into interrogation by the Cultural Department due to posting the statements of support for Chinese military takeover of Taiwan, the head of Cultural Department, Lee stated, that those in the performance industry who are going to China to work need to be prepared to get politically intervened; and he’d called out to them, that they’re more than welcome to come back to Taiwan to work, with the backbone, to not go where the money is.  What Lee didn’t say was, those T.V. actors and actresses who’d stayed in Taiwan, fi they don’t fall in line with the party in control of the government, they won’t have the stage to perform on provided for them.

The son of the higher up DDP supportive T.V. station accused of power rape, showed the hidden economical rule of Taiwanese performing industry, the unspoken rule of political interactions with China, and they’re all hung over the television actors and actresses heads.  Although Jiang’s accusations still need to be confirmed by the investigations of the justice department, but Lee can’t ignore the hidden rule of the performance industry that Jiang had exposed.

But, because all of these departments are run by the DDP, that’s why, no matter what, there will only be the cover ups of these criminal activities, done by the supporters, or members of the DDP continually, and everything is governed by the political party preferential, and nobody can get justice where justice is, due!

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August 1, 2025 · 1:03 am

The Thoughtfulness in the Bouquet

The thoughtfulness of her coworker, made her birthday, that much more, special that year…some simple acts of kindness that brightened up someone else’s day…translated…

I loved, flowers, the colorful, the different stances, the flowers in people’s eyes, are, gentle.  For awhile, I’d ordered the flowers online for my own, self, and had the bouquets delivered to my work, I’d placed the flowers on my desk.  Seeing the beauties, it’d, liven up my mood, added some fun to my, ordinary, life.  Although I often purchased these flowers for myself, I’d never, received flowers from, anyone ever, this, was, some sort of, a regret of mine, but I’d, never mentioned this to, anyone.

found something like, this, on her desk at work…photo from online

A year on the morning of my birthday, I’d entered the office as I normally, would, but I’d, discovered a small, delicate bouquet of flowers on my desk, the pastel colored flowers, with the eucalyptus leaves, with the smaller varieties as decorations, just my, style.  Turned out, this is the birthday present my coworkers gave to me specially.  In that very moment, I’d felt very surprised, and, warmed inside.

What moved me, wasn’t how beautiful the bouquet itself was, but the thought that my coworker took to remember my birthday.  This was, the sweetest gift for my birthday I’d received that, year.

Maybe, because your coworker paid attention, to how you loved flowers, and, ordered that bouquet for you and had it delivered to your desk at work, and this simple gesture, liven up your day, that just showed, how a simple act of kindness, of thought can, brighten up someone’s, day…

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July 29, 2025 · 2:44 am

The Most Honest Liar

Questioning our own, abilities of work, no matter how long we’d worked in our, fields of expertise, that’s how we gain, more knowledge of our areas of, proficiency…how we can, add more awareness, knowledge, more experience in our, lives…translated…

When the author discussed his draft for his book with me, he’d mumbled to himself, “the words are barely, flowing, there’s nothing that creative, I’d only written about the everyday people only………”, I was so very, surprised that he’d commented on his own work like so.  He’d published a total of five, to six works, won the awards for his fiction, and sold the foreign language copyrights to his book already.  And, if someone with this kind of experience, still believed that he can’t write that well, then, WHO is considered, an, author?

We’d known each other for many years, I’d thought I’d known him better than I’d know other published authors, and now, I’d found, that he’s caught up in his own, imposters syndrome.  Clearly, he’d, covered himself up too well, doubted himself, while created his fiction work for, more than, a decade.  Although nobody made the estimates, but, the authors, they seemed to be the group who are with the prevalence of imposter syndrome, those who are hardest working are the ones who are the, “victims” of this, “illness”.  It always came out, of someone whom I thought was impossible to have it, and everybody described it differently, or they’d, stuttered about their own imposters’ syndrome symptoms, of by self-mockery, or, hinted with a funny, story of their own, selves.  The psychological conditions of the writer is like a hard-to-disclose about unknown illness to others, hard to tell who has it and who doesn’t by reading the works.

Many people that I knew, all had disclosed their different levels of anxieties as they wrote on their way to becoming published authors: the first time winners, worried that they may get busted for their inexperience in work; those who’d published many volumes, feared that they were merely, getting really acquainted with the owners of the publishing, companies; those who published when they were younger who’d stopped writing, and began publishing again, too anxious that they had to medicate themselves to be able to, sleep; the essayists believed that having written a novel that’s what made them into, “authors”………………

With the winning of more awards, written more, works, earning more, affirmations from the outside, that monster started, lowering the naughty horse, and would from time to time, throw their, tantrums, and most of times, I’d had to, steer my writers deeper into, the vastness of their imaginations for them to come up with the pieces.  Found ways to know their, monsters, and getting along with those monsters, becoming acquainted with them, they no longer, seemed, as fierce, anymore, it’s just, that this is, a very long and, winding, path to, journey, down.

As an editor, I’d not only interacted with the authors themselves, but also, all the, monsters that they have.  For the years of my work, I’d spent more time, calming these, monsters down, than discussing the drafts with my, writers.  It’s just, that they never imagined, that I took have a, monster deep inside, of me.

Toward the more mature authors, they knew how to do everything.  What other advice can I give, to them?  The newly begun writers, not yet set in their, styles of writing, all of their discoveries, new to them, with their massive questions and rich energies, discussing when they are to stop discovering in that, labyrinth, what sort of a writing samples they are to offer to me, the extent of the revisions…………my stomach would always, start aching, mildly.

When I was younger, I’d worried that I lacked the, experiences, couldn’t understand the twists and turns of the plots (and surely, I’d heard that a lot of the writers refused to hand off their drafts to the inexperienced, editors too).  And now, I’d gained seniority in the field that many called me “senior editor”, but I’d worried, that the only thing that’s added on was my years, after all, the repeated mechanical motions, not thinking, nor learning new things, makes seniority nothing more than, a façade.  For the decades on, I kept on, doubting my own abilities, while pleading with my writers to entrust their work to me, that they are not the problem, as I………am the, most, genuine, LIAR of all!

So, this is, how you get, better in your work, by questioning your abilities constantly, and this is what drive you to, keep on, improving your skills of work, because if you are absolutely sure, that you are, able-bodied, then you’d stopped, growing, stopped, improving in your skillsets of work.

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