Monthly Archives: March 2015

Too Late to Divide Up the Assets Evenly, the Married Couple for Twenty-Six Years Had Separated, and, They Both Wanted the Assets that Was Rightfully Theirs

The splitting up of assets, that came too late, from the Front Page Sections, translated…

A man, Lu had been separated from his wife for seven years now, three years ago, the couple split up the assets; Lu believed, that since he married, he’d given his wages to his wife, that he’d given her over four hundred thousand dollars already, and, as they’d decided on splitting up the assets, he had less than $3,000N.T. in his bank accounts.  The District Court in Shihlin used how he’d sued his wife just last May, and that the case had past the statute of limitation of two years, found him lost.

Lu once worked as the senior manager of a life insurance company, and had often given speeches on his successes publicly, but, he’d lost his job, because his wife said that he’d forged someone’s signatures on the paperwork; Lu’s wife is a teacher at an elementary school.  They were married for twenty-six years, with two children.

Lu said, that at the time when they were married, the couple had filed for their assets to be combined, three years ago, he’d asked the courts, to file their assets separately, because he was in debt, owing taxes, the houses he’d bought were under his wife’s name, and he’d handed his earnings to his wife monthly.  Lu estimated, that his earnings from 2001 to 2008, that he’d placed into his wife’s account was around $20,000,000 N.T.s, subtracting the living expenses, there would be at least four million dollars N.T. remaining, including the properties, his wife owns over sixteen million dollars N.T. worth of assets.

Lu’s wife said, that her husband cheated on her with his secretary back in 2007, and never returned home afterwards, and didn’t pay the child supports for his children, in order to make up for her kids not having a father, “she’d spent it all”.  She’d suspected, that had her husband known about the extra money since the start, why would he have waited until last year to file for the claims?

And so, this, is what happens, because the husband cheated on the wife, and, the wife wanted what was hers back, but, she’d filed for the claims, too late, because it was past, the statute of limitations.

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The Beginning of the Pursuit of Dreams, from the Workforce

Translated…

As my eldest graduated college last year, because he was overweight, he’d skipped his draft calls, and went straight into the workforce.  He’d sent in over ten résumés, but, only one company called him for an interview, but unfortunately, he didn’t get the job.  My son told me he was sad, I’d told him not to worry, that the most important thing now for him, was to lose weight, because after he’d gotten his health in check, he can then, face up to the challenges in his life.

And so, my son went on his diets, and looked for work, but, he just couldn’t get the chance to get interviews, I’d asked him why these corporation had not given him a chance?  He’d told me, that he was with NO work experiences, NO certifications.  I’d recalled how I’d once gone through my job search with the employment center, and told him to go to the center to get registered.  He’d gone, and filled out the application for a worker, but the people at the office told him, that he was part-timing, and with a college degree, that it’d be a waste, the worker suggested that he’d apply for job trainings hosted by the government: encouraging those who are fresh in the workforce, to up their abilities; it’d offered youths from ages eighteen to twenty-nine, who had served their army terms, or exempt from serving, money, for training, up to $120,000N.T.

For this training, you could pay a fee, to take the courses, and, after you’d finished the courses, you can take the receipts to the government, to ask for tuition supplementing.  After my son learned of this, he’d immediately signed up, and, was prepared to get his certification in six months.  I’d recalled how he’d wanted to own a computer shop when he was younger, and now, he’s marching towards his dreams.  The assistance of $120,000N.T., gave way to the start of a young man’s dreams, it’s enough!  We saw how our son was willing to take this first step out, we feel very proud of him.

My son told us, that among his classmates, who’d looked for a job in a hurry, and ended up working for a falsified company, and in the end, not only did he not earn anything, he’d also gotten sued, and must pay fines; and, there was one, who’d crushed his pinky at work.  I felt so awful for them after I’d heard, I’d told my son, that he needed not worry about our finances, just go for his dreams, and not care how much wages his boss paid him, and ask himself, how many Ks am I worth?

A certain entrepreneur said, that entering the workforce at the age of twenty-three is simply too cruel, but, I think otherwise.  Because you’re young, and you can withstand your failed attempts, after several failures, my twenty-three year-old son would know, what his goals in life are, and what skills he needed to hone up on.

And so, this, is a great way, to encourage the younger generations, but, most parents are pressing their young, to GO find work, after graduation, after all, the parents are worried about their offspring’s futures, but hey, your children’s futures are already SET, and, you parents, worrying over what their plans are for the future is not going to help their transitions into adulthood easier, so, just let go already, because, everything HAS its time, just like the above had proven!

Is the Degree Really Useless?

Views on life, translated…

My students told me something odd; he’d wanted to take the government position exams, and, after he’d passed, he’d planned to drop out of school and start working, then, used his time being employed, to study, and finish up his college education, and work on the level examinations, then, work at government post until he retires.

What I was shocking was, that this student was originally, the most outstanding student of the class, he’d originally planned to take the judgeship examinations after he graduated from college, so, where did this huge change in him come from?

Turns out, other than the influences from his family, the society also had a huge impact on him, changing his mind.  How was he supposed to live off of just 20K a month?  Plus, if he wants to finish his college education, he still had to pay up his student loans for the four years, and so, he was hurried, to get himself into the workforce, so he could lessen the economic strains on his own family, as well as himself too.  I wanted to ask him, that if this, was actually what he wanted to do, or, was he pressed, by the economics?

Actually, his decision had made me feel, recalling how back in my twenties, I was, a carefree college student, although I’d nickeled and dimed my way through school, at least, I had no worries for my future, believed, that after I’d graduated, I should be able to find a job, I need to enjoy living, as a college student for the moment!

And still, with the changes that comes, the environment is no longer the same, and, the thoughts changed too, and, this current generation is filled with the uncertainties of the future.  I’d wanted to tell him, that college is for discoveries, and to contemplate one’s own future, it shouldn’t be a stepping stone to a job; there’s a lot of experiences to be had, and one must take advantage of it.  The early onset of being pressured by the economic burdens can cause one to forget about the passions one once held, and, end up, missing out, on this beautiful time of learning altogether.

And so, this student is focused on getting himself into a government post, as having a government post means that you’re SET for life, and that, would be the direction where a lot of the students now are working towards, and, they FAILED to realize, that college is a time for exploration, your last year of learning, after all, once you’re out of college, you’ll be, bombarded with the demands of the adulthood years, and, if you didn’t take full advantage of those schooling years, then, you will, end up regretting it.

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Is the Degree Really Useless?

Views on life, translated…

My students told me something odd; he’d wanted to take the government position exams, and, after he’d passed, he’d planned to drop out of school and start working, then, used his time being employed, to study, and finish up his college education, and work on the level examinations, then, work at government post until he retires.

What I was shocking was, that this student was originally, the most outstanding student of the class, he’d originally planned to take the judgeship examinations after he graduated from college, so, where did this huge change in him come from?

Turns out, other than the influences from his family, the society also had a huge impact on him, changing his mind.  How was he supposed to live off of just 20K a month?  Plus, if he wants to finish his college education, he still had to pay up his student loans for the four years, and so, he was hurried, to get himself into the workforce, so he could lessen the economic strains on his own family, as well as himself too.  I wanted to ask him, that if this, was actually what he wanted to do, or, was he pressed, by the economics?

Actually, his decision had made me feel, recalling how back in my twenties, I was, a carefree college student, although I’d nickeled and dimed my way through school, at least, I had no worries for my future, believed, that after I’d graduated, I should be able to find a job, I need to enjoy living, as a college student for the moment!

And still, with the changes that comes, the environment is no longer the same, and, the thoughts changed too, and, this current generation is filled with the uncertainties of the future.  I’d wanted to tell him, that college is for discoveries, and to contemplate one’s own future, it shouldn’t be a stepping stone to a job; there’s a lot of experiences to be had, and one must take advantage of it.  The early onset of being pressured by the economic burdens can cause one to forget about the passions one once held, and, end up, missing out, on this beautiful time of learning altogether.

And so, this student is focused on getting himself into a government post, as having a government post means that you’re SET for life, and that, would be the direction where a lot of the students now are working towards, and, they FAILED to realize, that college is a time for exploration, your last year of learning, after all, once you’re out of college, you’ll be, bombarded with the demands of the adulthood years, and, if you didn’t take full advantage of those schooling years, then, you will, end up regretting it.

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Do Look More at Your Spouse’s Better Qualities

Translated…

Last weekend, I’d asked along a couple of good friends, and, we took all our kids to Dahu Park, on the one hand, our kids could have each other’s company, and, on the other, it’d given us, mothers, a breather, to chit chat with each other, to reconnect with one another.

Mei-Jun who arrived late to the gathering came, complaining about how her husband would just sleep in on the weekends, rarely helped out around the house, nor does he schedule outings with the children; and, she’d become responsible, for the kids’ recreational activities on the weekends, and, from time to time, when her husband came along, he’d only acted as the chauffeur, drove everybody to the spot, then, headed back home to sleep some more.

After Wen had heard, she’d started envying Mei-Jun, turns out, that her household was exactly the opposite from Mei-Jun’s.  Wen who keeps everything tidy wanted the weekend, to clean up, but, the husband believed, that the weekends should be spent, away from home, whether it be going to the movies, or to sightsee.  Although Wen knew, that going on outings as a family is an amazing experience, but, when she thought of how much work that needed done around her house, she couldn’t help, but feel worried.

Then, Yu-Jen joined in the discussion too, even though her husband doesn’t have that many bad qualities, but, he is reactive, needed to be told what to do; but, the things that she’d missed, her husband ignored.  In the end, everything big and small in her house, relied on Yu-Jen, as the “commander” to handle, and, her husband became a pawn that just runs the errands.

Hearing my girlfriends started describing how displeased they were at their husbands, I couldn’t help, but smile, turns out, based off of the standards my good friends had set up, my husband is a perfect ten, hard working, and can cook (although he rarely had any chances to), and on the weekends, he’d taken the kids out exercising, cycling, camping, climbing, and would also accompany my children as they worked on their art, or practiced their piano.

But, this sort of a perfect husband has a weird habit, he’d wanted to order everything, books, shirts, pants.  He’d ordered everything in his closets by sections of shirts, pants, suits, and, lined his clothes up based off of length and color too; on his bookshelves, he’d ordered his books by the types of books he had, then, sorted them out by sizes.  The bathroom and living room slippers must be orderly, so it would be convenient, to the next person who uses it.

After my husband heard, they’d all shook their heads, thought that this precise man can impose a great deal of pressure on his family, and, everybody all of a sudden felt, that their husbands in their daily living, are actually very good, despite how messy they can get.

I’d smiled and told them, “each couple have differences in upbringing, if you can respect and cherish one another’s good qualities, then, you’d gotten along nicely.  Marriage is not changing the other person into another you, instead, it’s making sure, that your qualities complemented each other’s, so one plus one is greater than two.”  As for who gives more to whom, don’t nickel and dime, after all, love is the point, so, we’re all, giving to our families, willingly.

And so, each house has its separate issues, and, what you see as a good quality in someone else, may not be a good quality, to someone whom the person is close to, so, stop envying one another, and just cherish what you have.

After I’d Lost My Job

Gives you a brand new perspective on things, after you’d lost your job, and now, after you’d reexamined yourself, you can start again, on a fresh note, translated…

As everybody is ushering in the brand new year, I’d had to face the facts, of my company closing down, and being out of a job.

Losing the job during the Chinese New Years is an awful thing, and, all of my friends and families had commented, “That’s such a shame, there goes, your year-end bonus!”

Recalling just six months ago, when I’d realized, that my company was laying off the employees one by one, I’d already started planning.  After all, I’m getting older, and, the opportunities won’t come at me like they used to.  Even so, I’d still held that positive attitude, study at home, or, apply for new job.

This year was just the year when my son is taking his entrance exams for high school, I’d busied myself in and out daily, chauffeuring him every single day; my daughter who’d come home for her winter break got to sleep until she wakes herself, and enjoy the home cooked meals prepared by her mother.  See how happy she looks, this, was the small-time happiness she never had the chance of experiencing since birth.

Is it scary, to become unemployed?  I’d asked myself this a lot recently.  Because I’d lost my job, I’d had more time, to prepare the meals for my family, to tidy up the house more; because I’d lost my job, I’d gotten more time to stay at home, and, after having that honest heart-to-heart with myself, I’d realized, my past mistakes.

Losing my job became a turning point for me, I expect that I will be able to face my unknown future with more bravery, because I’d gotten beaten, losing my job and all.  Carrying on with this positive mindset, and, embrace the bottom half of my life that is solely mine.

And so, you’d carried that positive outlook on life, even though you’d lost your job, and, it’s that positive attitude that will help you in the futures to come.

Childhood Sweethearts

The BEST of times here, translated…

Not identical to that crush, back then, we still don’t know the meanings of love yet, with the heart of adoration, but, we were, more confused at that age.  Sometimes, we were inseparable, at others, we were, enemies, and the very next day, we’d gone to school together, sat on the same rows.  We were, childhood sweethearts, and, we were saved, in one another’s memories as young, naïve, pretty and naughty.  That, was the faces of the time from kindergarten to elementary school, so close, and inseparable, and afterwards, when we’d thought about one another, that smile would, slowly, creep up onto our faces.

Those faces, had, walked into, the elementary school reunion, thirty years later.  Released, exploded, if our own children see us, they would still not believe it, turns out, that their parents, were once, young children like they are too, they were, rowdier, than those classrooms, without the teachers watching over the classes.  Those we’d lost touch with after we left the elementary years, we’d taken a look at one another closely, and, we’d all managed, to return one another, back to when we were still just children again.  That naughty boy who’d once taken his own sunny side up, and shared it with that little girl, that generous girl who’d won the love of all the boys in her class, those who’d traded candies and toys smiled at one another, and, those who’d fought with themselves are the happiest now.  Reconnecting, the women started talking with their childhood girlfriends about the happenings in the girls’ lives, and, the men shared those old days of making trouble as boys with each other too.  We’d all grown, all became strong, with our separate life experiences too.  Our statuses and our positions, our occupations don’t matter at all, we were, competing with one another, who’d gotten punished the worst by our instructor back in the day, who’d made fools of themselves the most number of times, and, those troubles in our past became, a beautiful song that we shared with one another.

Childhood sweethearts, the hearts were true back then.  I’d once followed and traced their footprints, Googling them, tracking them in secrecy using Facebook, silently prayed, that they’re all okay, that after she’d fallen ill, she could cherish what’s important more, that he’d grown stronger, after getting up from his falls.  The over thirty years of absences from one another’s life, were traded, in secrecy, and, we’d continued, holding on, picking up where we left off, in our childhood years, smiling more radiantly for her sake, giving him a louder applause, although we may be far apart in physical distances, we could still connect with one another, still give each other kudos.  The reunion of the younger years, can make people escape their current life situations temporarily, to allow you, to realize, that those who’d shared your ups and downs from way back when, should be the ones you’d cherished the most.

Looking at the sign-in books, and, the times we’d shared all came back to life again, and, it’d showed a picture of that pasture in our childhood years, the wind woke a pair of young childhood sweethearts from nap, the childlike, the shy, the words that filled our hearts, just wouldn’t, come out, articulate, and back then, we’d all just said, “It’s nice to meet you.”  Without realizing, that thirty years from then when we’d met back up again, we’d stated it simply, “So glad to see you again.”

Turns out, this group of seven, eight year-olds who’d mowed the grasses by the fields, those laughter, those silently slacking off, we were, practicing, for the happiness and the sorrows, of our current lives.

So, that, is how much, the childhood days can affect a person, huh???  And, the writer went from talking about his elementary school reunion, and, connected it to how those childhood experiences, had made him into who he is today.

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After I’d Lost My Job

Gives you a brand new perspective on things, after you’d lost your job, and now, after you’d reexamined yourself, you can start again, on a fresh note, translated…

As everybody is ushering in the brand new year, I’d had to face the facts, of my company closing down, and being out of a job.

Losing the job during the Chinese New Years is an awful thing, and, all of my friends and families had commented, “That’s such a shame, there goes, your year-end bonus!”

Recalling just six months ago, when I’d realized, that my company was laying off the employees one by one, I’d already started planning.  After all, I’m getting older, and, the opportunities won’t come at me like they used to.  Even so, I’d still held that positive attitude, study at home, or, apply for new job.

This year was just the year when my son is taking his entrance exams for high school, I’d busied myself in and out daily, chauffeuring him every single day; my daughter who’d come home for her winter break got to sleep until she wakes herself, and enjoy the home cooked meals prepared by her mother.  See how happy she looks, this, was the small-time happiness she never had the chance of experiencing since birth.

Is it scary, to become unemployed?  I’d asked myself this a lot recently.  Because I’d lost my job, I’d had more time, to prepare the meals for my family, to tidy up the house more; because I’d lost my job, I’d gotten more time to stay at home, and, after having that honest heart-to-heart with myself, I’d realized, my past mistakes.

Losing my job became a turning point for me, I expect that I will be able to face my unknown future with more bravery, because I’d gotten beaten, losing my job and all.  Carrying on with this positive mindset, and, embrace the bottom half of my life that is solely mine.

And so, you’d carried that positive outlook on life, even though you’d lost your job, and, it’s that positive attitude that will help you in the futures to come.

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Childhood Sweethearts

The BEST of times here, translated…

Not identical to that crush, back then, we still don’t know the meanings of love yet, with the heart of adoration, but, we were, more confused at that age.  Sometimes, we were inseparable, at others, we were, enemies, and the very next day, we’d gone to school together, sat on the same rows.  We were, childhood sweethearts, and, we were saved, in one another’s memories as young, naïve, pretty and naughty.  That, was the faces of the time from kindergarten to elementary school, so close, and inseparable, and afterwards, when we’d thought about one another, that smile would, slowly, creep up onto our faces.

Those faces, had, walked into, the elementary school reunion, thirty years later.  Released, exploded, if our own children see us, they would still not believe it, turns out, that their parents, were once, young children like they are too, they were, rowdier, than those classrooms, without the teachers watching over the classes.  Those we’d lost touch with after we left the elementary years, we’d taken a look at one another closely, and, we’d all managed, to return one another, back to when we were still just children again.  That naughty boy who’d once taken his own sunny side up, and shared it with that little girl, that generous girl who’d won the love of all the boys in her class, those who’d traded candies and toys smiled at one another, and, those who’d fought with themselves are the happiest now.  Reconnecting, the women started talking with their childhood girlfriends about the happenings in the girls’ lives, and, the men shared those old days of making trouble as boys with each other too.  We’d all grown, all became strong, with our separate life experiences too.  Our statuses and our positions, our occupations don’t matter at all, we were, competing with one another, who’d gotten punished the worst by our instructor back in the day, who’d made fools of themselves the most number of times, and, those troubles in our past became, a beautiful song that we shared with one another.

Childhood sweethearts, the hearts were true back then.  I’d once followed and traced their footprints, Googling them, tracking them in secrecy using Facebook, silently prayed, that they’re all okay, that after she’d fallen ill, she could cherish what’s important more, that he’d grown stronger, after getting up from his falls.  The over thirty years of absences from one another’s life, were traded, in secrecy, and, we’d continued, holding on, picking up where we left off, in our childhood years, smiling more radiantly for her sake, giving him a louder applause, although we may be far apart in physical distances, we could still connect with one another, still give each other kudos.  The reunion of the younger years, can make people escape their current life situations temporarily, to allow you, to realize, that those who’d shared your ups and downs from way back when, should be the ones you’d cherished the most.

Looking at the sign-in books, and, the times we’d shared all came back to life again, and, it’d showed a picture of that pasture in our childhood years, the wind woke a pair of young childhood sweethearts from nap, the childlike, the shy, the words that filled our hearts, just wouldn’t, come out, articulate, and back then, we’d all just said, “It’s nice to meet you.”  Without realizing, that thirty years from then when we’d met back up again, we’d stated it simply, “So glad to see you again.”

Turns out, this group of seven, eight year-olds who’d mowed the grasses by the fields, those laughter, those silently slacking off, we were, practicing, for the happiness and the sorrows, of our current lives.

So, that, is how much, the childhood days can affect a person, huh???  And, the writer went from talking about his elementary school reunion, and, connected it to how those childhood experiences, had made him into who he is today.

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On Illness & Death, the Last of the Relativity of Literature for the Month of March

The understandings of life, translated…

On the day of the wake, everybody was busying about, allowing her, to crawl all over the places on her own, she was once, the most loved daughter of the great grandmother, she’d cried so hard, she’d lost her sense of direction, and, she’d ended up, crawling toward someone else’s doorsteps, it was, truly, embarrassing…

Yang: being born into a huge family, there are, so many instances of weddings and funerals, along with an assortment of occasions, since I was very young, I’d found myself, to be especially intrigued with the funerals, to this day, I can still point out, when which household had had a funeral, whether they’d made the occasion grand or just kept things low key, whether there was a burial, or a cremation.  The funeral march would definitely pass through our front doors, and, in the mountainsides of Tainan back in the 1990s, I’d stay hidden behind the aluminum windows, and peeked out, feeling that I shouldn’t, but I couldn’t help myself, how many people did I see off, whom I was familiar with, and whom I wasn’t?  More than a hundred, maybe!  What, did they leave behind in my life?  I’d found myself, to be especially good at recognitions, not just one person, but, using the people as the focal points, and, made the connections, and, every time that someone appeared became a lively “show”, with their lives behind them, proceeded by the long lines of stories, like those funeral marchers that marched out.

There were many afternoons I’d spent, at school, drawing, other than secretly making pictures of temple marches, actually, I’d love drawing out the funeral marches even more, I’d drawn in secrecy, this just shows, how taboo the matter really is, and, after the drawings are done, I’d, torn it all up again: the son-in-law who placed the papers are at the head of the marches, then, the men who hauled out the livestock, the grandchildren who carried out the lamps, then, the drums, the band who led the funeral marches, the traditional wailers……endless number of marchers, those who beat on the drums, and the religious officials, preceded the coffins.  The last group that came out were, the group of offspring; how many days that I’d helped my mother, taken in the hung clothes, in the backyard, I’d heard the sound of the band, and, rode out quickly on my motorcycle, to find out the origins of the noises, that, was the services before the day of the burial, and I just went, for the traditional Taiwanese opera of how a man went to hell, to save his own mother.  I didn’t dare stay for long, fearing that people might think I was weird, so, I’d rode back and forth, back, and forth, made several trips, this was even more weird, I suppose.  Once, the deceased was close by to our house, my grandmother had gone to help the families prepare for the snacks, and, I’d taken along a stool, and sat in, with the family members, to get the best seat in the house.  Actually, the books I’d loved reading on my spare time has nothing to do with literature, when I was in the elementary years, the most often flipped through books by me were on the rituals of burials and funerals, and, I’d dared not check out the items on the subject matter of death, I’d read them stealthily, the discoveries of death is endless, and back then, I was a teenage boy who’d just arrived on earth.

There were a ton of elderly persons around me, my life was destined, to be plagued, by the sums of death that’s for certain.  When I was in the third grade, the first time I bore witness, to someone I loved die, my great grandmother from my mother’s side who’d had a stroke, chose the day that there was a wedding, to fall into a state of daze, as the guests kept arriving outside, nobody knew, that death, was happening inside the doors.  All of it was too dramatic, everybody started panicking, I clearly recalled the look of fright on my great aunt’s face, that, was the day she was having a wedding for her son!  I’d also recalled my great grandmother’s bloated cheek, she couldn’t get enough air in, and started breathing real hard, and, weird sound came from her throat, is this, what near-death looks like?  Is my great grandmother try to talk?  I’d stayed close, to the doorways, feeling my great grandmother’s pains, and, people came in and out of the room, my grandmother worked, to change my great grandmother’s clothes, with tears running down her cheeks, and mumbling: the elders needed to choose a good day!  But, this day, is just, way too good, if our great grandmother really dies, would we still hold the wedding?  My great grandmother had on nine layers of her final set of clothes, and, as everything was set, she’d still had a breath left inside of her, she’d lived, and, she’d lived on for three more years.  In the end, on that day, everybody pretended as if nothing had happened, and rushed to the wedding banquet, but, this event had, impacted me, a great deal, I’d made speeches about it, written about it in my novels, and, as I was talking to my teacher, I’d recalled the days I’d mocked my great grandmother, before she was about to die, how her limbs started shaking hard, making the weird noises with her throat, and, because I did it too well, even my grandmother couldn’t help, but laugh, and, thinking back, it was, too weird, how’d I managed, to imitate her to the like?

There was, also a fun side too, for instance, when my great grandmother who’d lived until her nineties died, there was a party every single night at our house, as if it were, the New Year’s, it’s truly, a happy funeral, the color red was everywhere, back then, my almost eighty year old great aunt led the way, of the crying funeral marchers, for the sake of her safety, I’d had to, redirect the traffic for her, and, the day of my great grandmother’s funeral, everybody else was busying about, leaving her, crawling on the tarp ground, crying hard, she was once, my great grandmother’s most loved youngest child, she’d cried to the point that she’d lost the sense of direction, ended on someone else’s doorsteps, it was, truly, embarrassing!  Or, perhaps, because the crematorium was filled with people, and, as the good time came, group after group of people came, to get their loved ones cremated too, the scene was chaotic, there were cymbals sounding off, drums too, and, based off of rituals, we were all led, to offer incense to the god who watches over the land, this was also, the most chaotic hour, my mother is totally clueless, she’d gotten separated from the group that we were in, holy, we’re the Yang, burying our great grandmother Chen, but, which group, did my mother belong to?

In the epilogue of “The Boy Aged Sixty”,  I’d written about the history of the funeral marches, in my mind, I’d made up a small funeral marcher, that was, back in 2010, and now, the marchers are more in numbers, how, do I begin, telling the story, and, where, does the story end?

So, these are your childhood memories, your encounters with death as a child, and, whether or not you realized, those earlier encounters with death had impacted you, and, you just don’t realize this until you are much older…

Chou: Fu-Ming talked more about death, let me talk on illness then!  My great grandparents died early, there were many who’d died young in my grandparents’ generations, my father had an early onset of heart disease, was taken into the hospitals when he was younger, my sisters, in their forties and fifties got diagnosed with illness.  Most of us in the family are only looking fine on the outside, back when we were younger, we’d hit the spotlights, but, we’d had the inheritances of aging earlier on, and faster too, I deeply recalled that back when I was younger, I was playing with my cousin-uncle, we were around the same age, I’d asked him, “Where is your father, how come I’d never seen him?”, he’d told me, “He went to Suchow, to sell duck eggs”.  Because of how young he was back then, his face was often over casted with sadness and sorrows and worries, that, was from losing his father, actually, my youngest great uncle died when he was real young of illness; my grandfather was once diagnosed with tuberculosis, back then, it was, incurable, he’d had his separate eating utensils at mealtime, every morning, my little grandmother would make him hard broiled egg, cooked with crystalized sugar, it was said, to help him get his health better, my big grandmother would sit at the front door, bathing herself, and, my little grandmother would be blocked outside, and normally, the kids brought the egg in.

Because I’d gotten the inheritance of their ill health, we’d set up this huge medical net intentionally, everybody in my house knew how to eat right, my father works for the Department of Sanitation, my great grandfather on my mother’s side was an amazing Chinese medicine doctor, so, my mother took a strong interest in the medical field.  After we’d opened up a pharmacy, the young nurses from the clinic would live with us, they are all late teens, who’d just graduated from school, and would play with us, I recalled, that one of them even took my younger sister and I home to her house in Tainan, the very first time I’d encountered a family that’s migrated from China, the mother in her traditional Chinese dress, with their dark Japanese style dorm, and the many holed roads of Tainan, I felt, that everything was way too gray, it’d made me feel awful.

Why were there so many younger nurses in my house?  Could it be, that they all had crushes on my father?  My father, when he was younger, was beautiful like a woman, but unfortunately, he was totally traditional, and unromantic.

My sisters and I were all born, with the assistance of the nurses at my father’s clinic, they’d come to our home, to help our mother deliver us, they’d loved us very much, and would often take us on trips.  When there’s inoculations given at our elementary schools, my father and the nurses would head over to the nurses’ station, and, the other elementary age children all cried out of fear, only us, went to the clinic happily, and, we’d gotten, a TON of candies when we’d returned.

Not afraid of shots, eaten a ton of fish oils, vitamin, stomach meds………, we’d gotten shots after shots of nutrients into our systems, back then, we were all, very healthy, my mother said, that we’re all healthy, that we can POUND down those typhoons that came, my younger brother and sister both won the first and second place trophies for being the “healthiest children around”, the fats from their cheeks, were about to fall off their faces, the prizes were formulas and condensed milk, it’d become our sustenance; we’d all gotten fed, to become very strong, my mother utilized her pharmacy, to change our body types, and, made us into healthy and fat children, she was, so very proud of that.

Because there were nurses at the house, and both my parents can write prescriptions, their pharmacy became a miniature doctor’s office, and, the locals didn’t like hospitals, and, whenever they had minor ailments, they’d come to our pharmacy, and so, I’d learned to dress up the wounds, every morning when I woke, I’d sterilized the needles, grinded the pills into powder form, and, the routines of making the powders into packets.  I’d especially loved doing this, I’d even wanted to become a nurse, until one day, as I was letting out the sterilized liquids, the jar broke, and, it’d cut me, and, there was only a little bit of blood, I’d fallen backwards, passed out, and, when I came to, I was, already in my own bed, thus, ended, the dreams of me, becoming a nurse.

But, my mother still wanted me to marry a doctor, we’d all laughed about it, without realizing, that my mother has her own worries, I’d once had a boyfriend who was a doctor, my mother would press me about how things were going with him, and, the result of her over-involvement was that we’d all taken her advice, and, found men who were, poorer, and poorer still, and, with our high up ladies ways, we’d become other people’s wives who’d nickeled and dimed, before we wed, we couldn’t even do our own laundry, without ever taking up a spatula to cook, but, each one of us was more competitive than the rest, we’d all handled everything ourselves.  Then, we’d all, fallen ill, at young ages, at the age of just forty, I was diagnosed with a dry condition of my skins due to the imbalance of my immune system, I couldn’t produce tears or saliva, and, at the beginning stages of my illness, I couldn’t even open my mouth, couldn’t talk, and, when it got real serious, I’d wanted to kill myself, but, through caring and taking care of myself, I can now, coexist in peace with my medical condition, I’d already forgotten what healthy looked like now.  Nor would I want to tell you what it feels like, to be diagnosed with what I have, because nobody else can know, if illnesses are a negative kind of metaphor, then, the only one who can redirect it toward the more positive is oneself.

And, passing through my days, keeping the pains hovered, I’d become bad tempered, lost patience too, and, I’d only carried my patience toward writing and my own students, this kept me indoors, turned down all the social calls, and, back when I was younger, I was really a social butterfly.

After my younger sister was diagnosed with cancer in her forties, she’d made everything herself, handmade soaps, handmade purses, even toothpastes, face creams, she’d made herself, and all I could do, was accompany beside her, what the ill needs the most, is the accompaniment, four years ago, when I took a break, my younger sister went with me to Hong Kong to stay for six months, we’d lived the life of extravagance, I really do miss those days, when we’d spent time with each other, as sisters.

Why would my family members die early?  Take away the hereditary factor, it’s probably because we ate too well, we’d had too much nutrition, my great grandfather was a vendor of things, he’d sold everything from fishes to the goods, we’d needed nothing, loved the delicate food items, all of my great aunts, when they were younger, were all beauties, but, as they reached middle age, they’d either died, or had long term conditions such as hypertension, diabetes, they all looked like the obese beauties of the Tang Dynasty, and, we sisters, are similar too, being too delicate on food is actually not at all healthy, and now, I’m into eating the food items, in their rawest forms, a little less starch, a bit more vegetables and beans, having a healthy diet is very important.

And so, these conditions you are having now, may not at all, be a hereditary problem after all, it may be your diets, and, because of how we don’t care at all what we put into our systems, that, is why, modern day people has so many varieties of cancers, crawling up on them, and, it’s all due to one’s habits, it has nothing to do with heredity at all.

 

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When Nobody Can Love You Like I Do

Boy, oh boy, oh B-O-Y are YOU screwed!!!

When nobody can love you like I do, you’d become, totally, completely, AND utterly, reliant on me, for your source of love, and, when I no longer loved you, you’d be, left out, in the cold, because, you ARE, at MY mercy!

When nobody can love you like I do, because, how can they?  You’re so awful, but, don’t worry, because you will always have me, and, I won’t ever stop loving you, because, you’re my son, and, just remember, that nobody’s gonna love you like I do, because, NOBODY can and will PUT up with you, except for me.  When nobody can love you like I do, because, IF they know the real you, they’d all, get too GROSSED out, to be anywhere NEAR you.

When nobody can love you like I do?  Nobody can love you like I do, and, I’m loving you, only, because I’m obligated to, because you’re my child, and I have, NO other choice……………

When nobody can love you like I do, oh wait, I can love myself, like NOBODY else can, and, having my love, for myself, would be enough, to carry me through, and so, I still, don’t need your love there!

When nobody can love you like I do, well, that, is what it’ll always be, because I’m all that you have, and, your life is, reliant, on my love, and, when I’m happy, I’ll love you, but, when I’m not, then, I don’t have to, you’re, completely, AT my mercy.

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A Twenty-One Year-Old Didn’t Heed the Advice of His Elders, Got Involved in Drugs, and Murdered His Own Grandparents, Then, Set Their Bodies on Fire

Another TRAGEDY, from the Front Page Sections, translated…

“Come quick, I’d murdered my grandma.” A man, Lee, in the city of Kaohsiung, early yesterday morn, reported it to the police, as the police came to the scene, they’d found an elderly woman, with multiple knife wounds, and another elderly man, in the bedroom, burnt to charcoal, and, they’d believed, that Lee, who’d reported had gotten high, and afterwards, murdered his own grandparents, then, set their bodies on fire.  The police booked Lee based off of murder charges, and, after the D.A. interrogated him, they’d asked the courts to keep him in custody.

As the paramedics and the police arrived on scene, Lee (age 21) who’d called, wept nonstop by the side, and, afterwards, as the fire department rushed his grandma to the hospitals, he drove with them, and, on the way to the hospital, he became dumbfounded, and, cried out from time to time, “Grandma, Grandma”, but the grandmother was already, covered with blood, with her eyes, wide open, with the look of shock on her face, not responding.

The assistant manager of the Chi-Shan Police subprecinct, Dai stated, that two nights ago, Lee called on his buddies, to gather at his grandparents’ place, and used drugs, at first, they’d started using the mixture of multiple illegal substances called “Coffee”, then, they’d gotten high on ketamine.  Lee claimed that after he’d gotten high, he’d wanted to go and hold a conversation with his grandma, and grandma told him, “Stop using whatever you’re using already”, he was in a daze already, as he’d gone to the kitchen, took a kitchen knife, and, started hacking up his grandmother, the grandfather tried to block him, he got madder, and, chased after his grandfather with the knife, then, he’d lit up half a bag of toilet paper, and, threw it toward his grandfather’s bed.

Lee had killed both his grandparents, his eldest uncle who lived in Tainan came home, and saw what he’d done, he’d blamed his nephew, “you ANIMAL”, “such a shame, that they loved him so very much”.  He said, when his nephew was just three, his parents divorced, that, after the divorce, his sister-in-law disappeared, leaving behind three young children, whom the grandparents managed to raise up, his younger brother died of illness three years ago, and gave him his youngest to look after, that the murdering of his parents by his nephew, was something he’d never thought could happen.

He said, that his nephew just won’t behave, didn’t graduate from middle school, later on, he’d become a car washer in Kaohsiung, and would lie often, recently, he’d gone back to his old home in Neimen, saw his nephew, getting high with his bad friends, and that, was when he’d learned, that his nephew has a drug habit.  And, he’d warned him too, that if he’d found him using again, he will call the police on him!

He’d stated, that his nephew was involved in a fraud case, and was sent to jail for three months, and, he felt that this, couldn’t continue anymore, before the Chinese New Year’s, he’d taken him to Tainan, and sent him to work, as a delivery man, wanted to stay close to him, so he could keep an eye on him, but, he’d only stayed with him for just one month, two nights ago, the nephew had, slipped away back home, and, “this awful thing happened”!

After Lee’s older sister learned about what he’d done, she’d left the statements of anger on Facebook, “Grandma and grandpa are so kind, and, how DARE you, kill them!  How am I supposed to look at you now, and how, do I face up to our dead grandparents?”

And, the culprit that caused this young man to murder his grandparents was still???  Oh yeah, ILLEGAL substances, and because this man was already, HIGH, and so, his judgments were impaired, and, when his grandparents told him to stop using drugs, he went psycho on them, and, this, is exactly what happens, when you get involved in drugs.

A Man Was Mocked “to Only Have the Abilities to Urinate Left”, He’d HACKED His Wife Up

This, I would imagine, would be, a build-up, to murder???  From the Front Page Sections, translated…

A sixty-three year-old man, Chang, early yesterday morning, used a kitchen knife, hacked his fifty-nine year-old wife to death, afterwards, he’d attempted suicide by crushing himself down with the steel gates, but because it was too painful, he couldn’t do it, he’d called the police; he’d falsely claimed to the police, that his wife would often come home in the middle of the nights, that early yesterday morns, she’d headed out again, he’d suspected she was having an affair, and she’d insulted him by saying, “you only have the ability to urinate left”, he couldn’t withhold his own anger, that, was why he’d gone to get the kitchen knife, and, hacked his own wife to death.

The coroners examined, that Chang’s wife had a total of twenty-eight knife wounds on her, and, the slash that killed her was the one on her neck; Chang was booked on murder charges, and the reason for Chang’s wife’s death, and the reason for the murder, is still under investigation.

The paramedics told, that early yesterday morn when they received the call, to Chang’s place, the steel gates were already rolled up, and as they were taking Chang to the hospitals, they’d found Chang’s wife, lying on the living room floor, with knife wounds on her face, her neck, and the left and right hands, as well as the legs, she was, already dead, and, there were blood, in the kitchen, the bedroom, as well as the living room too.

Chang said, that he’d gotten so furious after his wife made fun of him, he didn’t recall how many times he’d hacked up his own wife, that in order to get away from him, his wife had, run from the kitchen into their bedroom, then, to the living room, in the end, she just, fell.  After he’d learned what he’d done, he’d tried to commit suicide, crawled under the electric steel gates, and, attempted, to close the door on himself to try to suicide, but the steel gates crushed his back, and he couldn’t withstand the pains, that, was when he’d called the police.  He said, that his wife has a history of depression, is long-term medicated, and had, used a fruit knife, and threatened to kill him.

But, his second son stated, that his parents hadn’t been getting along for a very long time, that his father has records of domestic violence, denied that his mother was depressed, believed, that it was his father, trying to weasel out of getting charged with murder; the residents of the same building told, that the Changs weren’t getting along at all, the husband had often complained of how his wife doesn’t cook for him, and stated, that his wife tried to hack him up with a knife, two years ago, he’d filed for a restraining order against her.

And so, we still have, a NUT who cracked here, and, because his wife made fun of him for long term, and this time, he just, CRACKED, and, in the HEAT of the moment, he’d HACKED her up, and that just shows you, how you should NOT make fun of someone, because, the person is surely to take it to heart, and, who knows, WHEN it’ll BLOW UP in your face!

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A Man Was Mocked “to Only Have the Abilities to Urinate Left”, He’d HACKED His Wife Up

This, I would imagine, would be, a build-up, to murder???  From the Front Page Sections, translated…

A sixty-three year-old man, Chang, early yesterday morning, used a kitchen knife, hacked his fifty-nine year-old wife to death, afterwards, he’d attempted suicide by crushing himself down with the steel gates, but because it was too painful, he couldn’t do it, he’d called the police; he’d falsely claimed to the police, that his wife would often come home in the middle of the nights, that early yesterday morns, she’d headed out again, he’d suspected she was having an affair, and she’d insulted him by saying, “you only have the ability to urinate left”, he couldn’t withhold his own anger, that, was why he’d gone to get the kitchen knife, and, hacked his own wife to death.

The coroners examined, that Chang’s wife had a total of twenty-eight knife wounds on her, and, the slash that killed her was the one on her neck; Chang was booked on murder charges, and the reason for Chang’s wife’s death, and the reason for the murder, is still under investigation.

The paramedics told, that early yesterday morn when they received the call, to Chang’s place, the steel gates were already rolled up, and as they were taking Chang to the hospitals, they’d found Chang’s wife, lying on the living room floor, with knife wounds on her face, her neck, and the left and right hands, as well as the legs, she was, already dead, and, there were blood, in the kitchen, the bedroom, as well as the living room too.

Chang said, that he’d gotten so furious after his wife made fun of him, he didn’t recall how many times he’d hacked up his own wife, that in order to get away from him, his wife had, run from the kitchen into their bedroom, then, to the living room, in the end, she just, fell.  After he’d learned what he’d done, he’d tried to commit suicide, crawled under the electric steel gates, and, attempted, to close the door on himself to try to suicide, but the steel gates crushed his back, and he couldn’t withstand the pains, that, was when he’d called the police.  He said, that his wife has a history of depression, is long-term medicated, and had, used a fruit knife, and threatened to kill him.

But, his second son stated, that his parents hadn’t been getting along for a very long time, that his father has records of domestic violence, denied that his mother was depressed, believed, that it was his father, trying to weasel out of getting charged with murder; the residents of the same building told, that the Changs weren’t getting along at all, the husband had often complained of how his wife doesn’t cook for him, and stated, that his wife tried to hack him up with a knife, two years ago, he’d filed for a restraining order against her.

And so, we still have, a NUT who cracked here, and, because his wife made fun of him for long term, and this time, he just, CRACKED, and, in the HEAT of the moment, he’d HACKED her up, and that just shows you, how you should NOT make fun of someone, because, the person is surely to take it to heart, and, who knows, WHEN it’ll BLOW UP in your face!

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