turning in

During the time when i had lunch, the midday TV news were all about the turning in of a desperate young killer and the city where i am staying. i recalled one of my classmates in junior high school, who wished to be a celebrity in the future, even at the cost of robbing a bank. Then to show me his determination, he raised his leg and shook some dirt over my lunch box. The young killer blamed the education for his falling. That is not very true, because i have never heard of that classmate's name again after graduation. But since Google is so powerful and convenient, so i google him to see how well he keeps his promise. Wow, he is now an assistant professor in a university of Kaohsiung, a PHD in law from the University of Manchester. Not exactly a celebrity or some top-wanted outlaw, he owes me a lunch!

cranky hands

The construction workers don't have Sunday off.
They are still working in this seething hot weather.
Right now there is no sign of construction,
all i can hear is the noises of destruction made by bulldozers and their cousins, by the name of "Cranky Hand", which outspeak my humble music from computer.
The site looks miserable like being newly hit by missiles, with clouds of dust blowing in the wind.
Such an eyesore that the sky can't tolerate.
Every afternoon the dark clouds are summoned to gather in a meeting of thundering and lightning,
the conclusion is quite simple and routine:
rain, rain, more rain pouring down on the heat of civilization.