East 2

Life & death, encountered, in the walkways of a hospital, translated…

The passage I go through to work every day, I’d learned recently, that it was called “East 2”.

It was straight, passing through the hospital’s main building, on the one end, it’d, gone straight into the hallways of the lobby of the hospital, and on the other, into the E.R., with no twists and turns along the way, and naturally, this became, the quickest route for the medical staff to get to where they need to be. 

The flooring of this hall was the warm colored light yellow tint, with posters filling up the walls, and only a few doors opened here and there, nothing more.

Every single morn, a group of white coated people were, sucked in by “East 2”, and spit out at the other end of it, in the evenings, it was reversed.  Day after day, year, after year.

I’m like all other medical staff members, rarely thinking of why the hallway was designed as such, just felt that it was, convenient.  Several times I’d seen the ambulances parked outside East 2 and the E.R., with the family members all around, hands together, ranting something.  I’d understood, that those were the patients who were terminally ill, who’d decided to go home to die, and I’d, not paid enough attention to them.

Until one day, as I was walking into East 2, as I was about to exit out, there was, a group of people, pushing along the body covered in black cloth, and that was when the real purpose of this passageway was, understood by me.  The funeral systems in Taiwan are quite advanced, quick and efficient, those men who were, well-trained were, pushing along a body on a stretcher, in synchronized motion, silence, and worn those clean, white uniforms, and they’d, passed through East 2 without bringing too much attention to themselves.

I’d only, brushed shoulders with these men, but, I’d glanced over at their shirt, and saw three bold black characters printed on their shirt.

Odd, out of place, or even, a bit, ironic, it’d said,

Fighters of life.

And so, this, is where it all ends, for everybody, we get, carried out, like what these men the writer bumped into at the hospital by, and it makes you realize, just how unnoticeable life actually is…

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Forgiving Her Predatory Father…

Because he’s my “daddy”, and I love him!  Yeah, uh, how FUCKING retarded are you, huh?  And, you DO realize, that it’s WRONG, what that M***ER F***ER had done to you, right?

Forgiving her predatory father, she had, because, she loved him, after all, without his sperm, she wouldn’t even EXIST!  And besides, he’s the PRIMARY source of income, and, her and her family relied on him for bringing in the dough, and besides, in just a few more years, she’ll be, an adult, and she won’t need to, PUT up with him, coming into her bedroom late in the nights, undressing himself, and getting too close to her no more………

Forgiving her predatory father, she didn’t want to, after all, how can you, possibly, forgive a man for RAPE, especially when he WAS (past tense???) your father!  But, for the sake of her family, at her own mother’s urging, child, if you don’t forgive him, he’ll get sent to prison, and what’ll, happen to us???  (and that constitutes as emotional BLACKMAIL!!!), and so, she had, NO other viable options, but to state it in court, “I forgive my father!”

And so, this PREDATORY father learned what???  Oh yeah, I can get away, with RAPING my own daughter any time I want to, besides, the law’s on MY side, and her mother doesn’t believe her…

What do you think is gonna happen, to this child who will eventually, become adult?  Yeah, I can’t even begin to IMAGINE it…………

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Forgiveness Found, with an “I Love You”…

It’s, just too easy, to forgive, when someone says, “I love you”, isn’t it?  But, wouldn’t that be, the other person’s excuse of getting her/himself out of the troubles s/he got in?

Forgiveness found, with an “I love you”, it’s, unreal, as you can be more than one-HUNDRED percent certain, that whatever bad deed the individual is apologizing for, will reoccur, because that, is how it goes!

Forgiveness found, with an “I love you”, yeah, I used to fall for that too (not really, I’d just, allowed people to apologize to me, and just, let them SLIDE, how young I’d been from before, right???), but not anymore, NOT since my DEATH, circa late September to early October of 2008…

So, unless you want to still get STUCK in the vicious cycles of your abuse, yeah, sure, why not, forgive that certain someone for all the done you wrongs, with their poisonous “I love you”!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Dreams, that Fell, into the CRACKS of Reality…

There were, those, dreams, that fell, into the CRACKS of reality, that were, never seen, or heard of, ever again!  Where did they go?  Is there, a blackhole, that SUCKED the life out of all things that used to be alive, from this realm, to the next?

Dreams, that fell, into the CRACKS of reality, they got lost, in the tramples of the day to day, don’t you remember, a long, long, long, long, long time ago, back, when you were, way too innocent, to KNOW, that you can’t, live on dreams alone, what, did you want to be, when you “grow up”?  Now that you’re, all grown up, did you ever, got the chance, to pursue becoming whatever it was, that you wanted, to become as a kid?

this, is where those dreams will be found…photo from online…查看來源圖片

Dreams, that fell, into the CRACKS of reality, I’d, made that unmarked grave (you know, those mounds you see in those, vacant places around???) as their, final resting places, and, I’m sure, that NOBODY will, EVER come look for them again, so, I’d, still, gone to that burial site of all those dreams that fell, into the CRACKS of reality, to see them, to talk them, to hear them, tell of their, tales, of how someone (their “owners”???) used to love them, and cherish them so very much, until the person, grows up………

Dreams that, fell, into the CRACKS of reality, they will, continue, to fall into those cracks, and get buried alive, until one day, you look back, and realize, where those dreams, were lost in time, and by that time, you go and dig ‘em all back up, they would’ve, suffocated to death, as you’d, buried them alive, back when, you were, a whole lot younger.

Dreams, gone up in flames here…查看來源圖片photo found online…

 

 

 

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The Predatory Photographer Received Money for a Social, Out on Bail

And, dumb BLONDE BIMBOS are still, falling for it???  You’ve GOT to be shitting me here!!!  From the Front Page Sections, translated…

The photographer, Chuang-Sen Mu (a false name) started posting a series of “orgy” pornography, after the Taipei District Attorney’s Offices looked into it, they’d found that there were, multiple wires to his account, suspected that Mu used the parties and charged those who’d attended the events a fee, that he committed the crime solicitations, in order to understand where the funding came, they’d searched Mu’s residence, and took him into custody to interrogate, after the interrogations, the D.A. posted Mu’s bail at $60,000N.T.s, and placed him under house arrest.

Based off of understanding, the D.A.’s office and the police found multiple wire transfers in Mu’s personal accounts, ranging from a couple of thousand dollars to $15,000N.T.s.  In order to understand where the money came from, and what it was, used for, and who else may have been involved, the police went to search Mu’s home in Xinyi District, took his cell phone, his hard drive, and USB into evidence, other than taking him into custody to interrogate, the police also called Lu, and nine others in as witnesses.  Mu claimed, that the photos were for the sake of art, that he’d not made any money from the photos.

Based off of understanding, the witnesses included Lu (age 30), who was Mu’s former girlfriend, in the police inquiries, she’d claimed that the money was for the electric appliances, that it wasn’t for the party at the motel.  The other men who’d wired to Mu, Lu, Chang, and a woman, Chen, claimed that they’d had him buy items on their behalf, or that it’d been too long, that they’d, forgotten what the wires were for, they all denied having been involved in the sex party.

The four witnesses were all sent home last night, another five witnesses are abroad, or in the southern parts of the country, the D.A.’s Office planned to call them in one by one later.

Those who know said, that Mu posted the news of the party on social network, and that those who wanted to attend needed to wire money to the account, after the confirmations were received, then, he’d sent the specifics of where, when, and the locations of the motels, by private messages.

On December 19th, 2017, a member of the online community cut and pasted Mu’s account, said that a photographer was hosting an orgy, and the photos of six women, seven men involved in an orgy, Mu even gloated, that this activity is at “the Cheating Central”.

After the news got out, the head of district attorney’s office in Taipei, Sing believed, that Mu had broken the laws of social order, and, had the women and children specialty squad to look into the case further.

And so, this, is bad, and, because there are more and more in the world right now, who’s, addicted to S-E-X, that is why these sorts of shit keep happening, and, it will keep on happening, because, catching this ONE loser, is merely, the TIP of an iceberg, there are, more and more of those sexual predators who are still, in hiding, waiting, in the dark, to see if they’re, to come out to “play” or not…

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The First Chair of Buddhism Was Exposed for Rape

Predators, still, disguised as men of G-O-D here!!!  BAD, BAD, B-A-D news, off the Front Page Sections, translated…

MeToo trended through China, into the Buddhist Realms.  Two former supervisors of the Long-Chuan Temple in Beijing wrote a combined 95-page document, exposing the high-up officials’ rape of the female followers.  The temple issued a statement, stated that the two men had, given the values of Buddhism a bad rap, that their behaviors are considered, criminal.

The Department of Religion of China issued a statement on their official website, that the department of religion is looking closely at these serious accusations, and is starting the investigations of the matter.

中國佛教協會會長、全國政協常委釋學誠近日被控性侵多人。(圖取自學誠法師微博www.weibo.com)the photo fo the RAPIST, disguised, as a follower of Buddhism, from online…

The press in Hong Kong reported, that there were the Chinese media that wanted to take a closer look at the temple but, the area where the temple was located was, sealed off.  Reason being there had been continual rain, that there will be the dangers of landslide.  A lot of the Buddhist masters of the temple are highly educated.

the photo of the accused, attending the conference in March of 2014, from UDN.com…

The two whistleblowers were both engineering doctorates from Chingwha University, one is Liu, he once worked as the master’s close secretary, the supervisor of the temple, in charge of the legal matters in the temple; another, Du, who’d worked the high up positions of the temples, he’s currently the head monk of a temple locally.  The two men collaborated on a ninety-five page long document, that was posted online.

The contents of the document included the records of the master’s chat by WeChat with the female students, it’d mentioned the illegal behaviors of the master, including texting the female students, using a multitude of ways, to control the female monks, the method of “dualities”.  It’d also specified that the temple had the problems of being an illegal building, the undisclosed funding, called out to the authorities, to pay attention, to help save the “evil master”.

There was a precedent three years ago.  A head monk in the Shaolin Temple in Henan, was exposed of having an illegitimate daughter, that he’d misused the temple privately, after a year of investigation, the Communist Chinese government believed that the follower had been, supporting the master, but it’d, fitted to the Buddhist beliefs, and that the master had managed the stock options of the liquid assets that he’d not taken any bonuses, not gotten paid a salary, nor was he a part of the management team.  In the end, the man wasn’t charged.

And, because this person who was sexually abused spoke up and out, that was why, the rest of the women who were sexually abused, molested or raped started speaking out too, because, they took from this person’s example, and realized, that if they keep things hushed up, it’ll only, make these rapist think they can do as they wished to someone else, and this also showed, how these men of G-O-D, are actually, DEVILS in disguise!!!

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The Succulents

Lessons of life, these small plants have to, offer to us, and, it’s, an important one too!  Translated…

Don’t know when, raising the succulent plants became, a trend.

One afternoon, I was strolling down the underground shopping strip, and, stopped in front of a small plant, and, I’d, suddenly understood, where that sense of healing that people talked about came from.  Those chubby leaves, resembled the paws of the bear, with the lighting, the soft and thin fuzz, made me feel, extremely, calm and collected.

On the succulent plants, as I thought, the images of those potted cute things came.  The healing sensation culture, made the succulent potted plants became a total trend, turning it, into a brand new sort of merchandise, they’d gotten, posted on the websites.  These plants are regulars at the cafés all around, an assortments of handicraft designs of them too, the potteries.  Real and fake, the fake looked, so very, real, and, how easily, human were, saved, in this mixture of what’s real and what’s fake, and, doesn’t this symbolize how we’re, squeezed too hard daily, that we needed to, look toward this small plant, to find our renewed energies?

At this moment, I stood, before the glass window, looking at the bear paw, in the temperature and humidity controlled room, hearing the salesperson tell of how to care for the succulent plants.  Thinking, that, they’re, both succulent plants, and, could it be, that the ghost plant?

wonders of nature here…photo from online…succulent plants 的圖片結果

In my childhood memories, the succulent plants weren’t as precious as these.  It’s a sort of a food, instead of a decorating plant.  This began, with my eldest uncle who’d loved his plants as if, they were, his own children.  Way before the trendy gardening came, my eldest uncle and aunt already, decorated their yard and rooftop, into small gardens.  In my impressions, he was always, living in dirt.  From when I was younger, I’d, watched him digging into the dirt, in the front yard, he’d told me that he was, loosening the soil by the seasons, so the flowers and trees can, grow better.  He’s the kind of man that would, pluck a flower as he trekked up the mountains for you, to taste the nectars.  Once, he’d had me select my favorite flower by his racks of plants, that I can take one with me.  I’d only recalled that I got very excited, and ran toward that patch of flowers, but felt panic all of a sudden.  Having the conditions of selective difficulty, I’d felt, anxious, of the sudden influx of the choices presented to me.  In this heat, I’d, pointed toward that patch of gray off to the corners.  As I walked near, the greenish purple color of the plant, made it look mysterious, the leaves were criss-crossed, like a dream catcher.

My eldest uncle laughed, “You sure do know how to pick them, this is for eating!”, he’d quickly plucked a few leaves off, ran into the house to wash them up, not long thereafter, I’d, stared at the fatty leaf, hesitant, as I, took a bite, that crisp sound, with the sour and stale juice that came onto my tongue, and, as I chewed it more, the taste turned, sweeter, perhaps, it’d, tasted like the unsweetened bell fruit, with that taste of herb to it.  This discord of the appearance and taste, was impacting to me, “It’d, tasted like the bell fruit!”, my uncle’s smile became a squint in his eyes, nodded toward me satisfactorily, “This small leaf, will grow into many flowers, you got the pick!”  He’d placed the leaf into the palm of my hand.  Looking at the fatty leaf, I’d thought, “nice to meet your acquaintance!”, and that was when I recalled, that my very first cultivated plant, was also a succulent.

It’s, quite amazing, the parent plant stayed in a huge garden with the enriched soil, and the high humidity, did it ever imagine, that its leaves were going to, move into the lanai of a building in the city?  But, it’d, lived up to the expectations, the leaves multiplied.  In a couple of years, the small finger-sized leaves, became this, bush of leaves, a small garden.

Weird, how as we aged, we’d gone from a leaf from the ghost flower, into a bear claw crassula?  From when I was younger, I’d believed, that life will be like a ghost plant, with the goal, worked hard, under the sun, and, get enough water, I will be able to, bloom, grow, leaf after leaf, after leaf, and successfully, bloom.  But, the reality was like the wind, slapping you across the face.  And after awhile, we’d, slowly, grown, into a viewing plant that’s, fearful, of getting hurt, used to, hiding ourselves, inside that transparent glass container, trading in our protective colorations, for cuteness, sitting in our, isolated, universes, preserved ourselves.

very different in appearances, but, same in “nature”, with the strong will to survive, in the harshest of all conditions!  Photo found online…

Sometimes, life is like a cruel desert, turning us, into, a cactus.

I’d often forgotten, that beneath that healing image, the cacti, with the needles, are a member of the succulent plants.  From succulent, into prickly, that soft fuzz no longer in existence, replacing them, the prickly needles.  The flesh, through the grinds of the days, became calluses, but, the calluses, the thorns, used their stubbornness, wrapped up your heart that’s, softest and most fragile, most, easily hurt.

Hey, did you ever see a flower of a cactus?  Oh yeah, it blooms too.

I’d once, owned a round and stout, cactus with the shorter thorns.  Days into years, its plain looks made people think it’s, nothing more than a décor. Yet, one spring, it’d, started, budding around, with a small light hidden within.  I will, never forget that morn, as the sunlight shone slanted onto the lanai, and, there appeared, a palm-sized flower out of the cactus.  Bright yellow like a fire burning, but, thin as the wings of a butterfly.  The petals soaked up the sun, golden, in full bloom, shown its deepest, gentleness.

At that very moment, all the memories of pain, walking through all those summers, became, light as a grain of sand.

And so, this, is the lesson that people can learn, from these plants, surely, they’re, not easy to care for, but, if you look after them well, they will, show you a side of life that’s, quite inspiring, and teach you, that weathering through the seasons of life, is something as plain as living from day to day.

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