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The Man Abused His Son, Kept His Wife Locked Up, Hidden His Family, & Lied to the Police

Being with, a man who abused you, and your child too!  From the Front Page Sections, translated…

A woman, Chiu in Chiayi sent a private message via FB to a friend, that she and her one-year-old son were beaten up by her husband, Kuo after he was drunk, the friend passed the message out online to get help.  Two nights ago, the police found the message, and managed to get Chiu and her son out, arrested, Kuo; Kuo admitted to beating his son when he started crying.  The D.A. believed that Kuo had physically assaulted his own young, and obstructed the freedom of his own wife and son, asked the courts to mandate him into custody, on that he may do it again.  The courts mandated the bail to be set at $120,000N.T.s.

The Social Services of Chiayi stated that the social workers went with the mother and son to get their injuries documented, and helped them file for a restraining order, and they’d assessed that the child is safe under the mother’s care, that there’s no need to place him in a foster home, while Chiu had her friends’ assistance, relocated.

The local police on the 27th of this month, found a photo message of a one-year-old young child was suspected of getting slapped, sustained the facial injuries, Chiu, in her private messages told her friend, “He beats me, I can’t take it, older sister, get me out”, “He got angered again after drinking, he beat my child up…”.  The police immediately made the house calls, but they’d not seen Kuo, Chiu, or her son, they’d, used the cell phone GPS to track him down, found Kuo in Tainan, and notified the local authorities to help.

Two nights ago, the police went to Kuo’s residence again, and, Kuo was just entering into the house with Chiu and her son, the police immediately went in after him, Kuo first, stashed Chiu and her son on the second floor, told the police that she wasn’t home; the police called Kuo out on lying, that was when he took the two of them downstairs.

The officers found the child’s face to be, somewhat swollen, and Chiu also told them, that Kuo had confiscated her cell phone, she was, cut off from the outside world, the police immediately, arrested Kuo on obstruction of freedom.  Kuo also admitted to hitting his child for crying out of turn, to not stop crying when he’d told him to.

The local neighbors told, that Kuo is the young boy’s stepfather, before the New Year’s, the family moved back in, to Kuo’s home in Yizhu, that they’d heard, that Kuo would get violent with the son, and they were all shocked, as they saw the photos online, exclaimed, “how can he beat his child like that!”

 And so, this, was how this woman was, lucky enough, to get rescued out, she’d, found a way, to get the message of being trapped in an abusive relationship out to the online media, and, someone saw the message, and helped her, call the cops.

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In the House of Sleeping Beauties…

Welcome, to the GRAND opening, of a B-R-O-T-H-E-L!!!

Here, in each and every room, you can, live out your fucking fantasies, of raping all those, beautiful women, with absolutely ZERO consequences, and, don’t worry, none of our ladies are, disease-carrying, we’d, made sure, they got, de-toxed, after each, and every fuck, ‘cuz that’s, how much, we appreciate you, our, customers!!!

In the house of sleeping beauties, you can have your selections of blonde bimbos, brunettes, or, if redheads are your favorite, go right ahead, they’re, already, drugged, too drowsy, and, fucking them would give you that high, that’s, WAY more ecstatic, than your, AVERAGE blown-up, air-filled, or them, silicone dolls, ‘cuz, those dolls, don’t moan or groan, as you, penetrated into them now, do they?  But, our sleeping beauties do!!!

Nemureru bijo (1995)

here’s the poster from the movie, off of imdb.com

In the house of sleeping beauties, the women, lay in that state of dormancy (more like COMATOSE if you ask me!!!), waiting, for men, to SCORE their F-U-C-K-S…

But, there’s, ONE rule, what happens in the house of sleeping beauties, stays, IN this house of sleeping beauties, we don’t want MORE customers than we can, handles, besides, all the women had been, working too hard, and as their, “employers” (owners), we don’t want to get SUED, for abusing our workers, nor would we want to pay extra, for their, Workers’ Comp!!!

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On an Unknown Early Morning

On an unknown early morning, she woke up, not knowing, what’s up ahead in her day, she got dressed for school, as she’d done from before…

She got out at six thirty, walked on that small road between the fields, like she’d, always done in the mornings, getting to school, then, she can’t remember, what happened afterwards.

She woke, in a room, full of, bright light, with voices, so sharp, so loud it’d, made her ears ache.  She’d, blinked her eyes, tried to get things into focus, but it’s like, something’s, obstructing her view, she’d, rubbed her eyes, to try to clear it, it didn’t work.  It took her, a very long time, to realize, that the white room she was in, wasn’t her class, where she was, supposed to be.

Then, a woman’s voice started speaking, she tried to follow where the sound came from, but, she couldn’t see!!!  The woman’s voices told her, “Ms. You’d been, attacked, we just did a rape kit on you!”  A rape what???   That wasn’t supposed to happen, I was on my way to school, then, for some unknown reasons, I ended up, here…

The woman’s voice continued, “is there someone you’d like us to call for you, an adult, maybe?  Your parents, perhaps?  Do you have their numbers???”

On an unknown early morning, nothing was supposed to happen, it was, just like any other day, she got up, got into the shower, to wake herself up, brushed her teeth, put on her clothes, dressed herself for school, and, sat at the breakfast table, as her mother worked in and out of the kitchen, her father, sitting in his chair, with his paper, reading…

Nothing was supposed to happen, on an, ordinary, unknown, early morning, but something did, something that made her wish she was, dead, but she wasn’t, she’d, survived through the physical and sexual assault, and now, she’s, broken!!!

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Outside the Abortion Clinic…

Outside of the abortion clinic, you see people, holding those, pro-life, and pro-choice signs, and your bodies are still, NOT yours, it was, NEVER yours to begin with!!!

Outside of the abortion clinic, the crowd gathers, to protest the clinic’s god-defying action, with, absolutely, NO sense, of how this FUCKED up matters are, caused by M-E-N.  And you’re, protesting G-O-D???

this, is what you’ll, see…查看來源圖片photo from online

Outside the abortion clinic, the crowd parted like the Red Sea, on one side, was the men who are, PRO-LIFE (you mother fuckers aren’t the ones going through the FUCKING pregnancies, what right have you to say, huh???), and on the opposite, there are, the PRO-CHOICE women (it’s our bodies, our rights!!!).  But, do we really, have a right over, our bodies?  I mean, think about it………

Outside the abortion clinic, the crowds are, getting rowdy, and then, in an instant, windows shattered, death took over the air, and there’s, still NOTHING that anybody CAN do, because a woman has the right, over HER body, doesn’t she?  Or, must we women, be ruled by, M-E-N???

Outside the abortion clinic, pamphlets are, flying, fires started everywhere, it looked like, Armageddon, the world, on the verge of, destruction, and yet, where is, G-O-D, in all of this, huh?  If God exists, why didn’t he, stop this, atrocity, tell me!

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The One-Month-Old Infant Boy Died Sleeping on His Abdomen of Asphyxia, the Nanny Charged

Hello, where the !@#$ is your SENSES, huh, an infant that young can’t turn himself over!!!  Off of the Front Page Sections, translated…

The little over a month old young infant boy, Tsai, after only four days of being taken to his nanny’s he’d died of asphyxia from sleeping on his abdomen, he was rushed to the hospital, but still died, the parents of the young baby cried like hell, suspected that the nanny had, left their young son in the room sleeping on his own.  The Social Services of Kaohsiung found, that Kuo the nanny was certified, but, she’d taken in too many infants under ages of two, they will be, retracting her license of operating a public nursery.

The D.A. and police’s preliminary investigations found, that after the infant boy was born, he’d stayed in the hospital with his mother for the afterbirth month-long recovery, as he got home, five days ago, he was, sent to the nanny, Kuo (age 38), two nights ago, Kuo left the infant boy alone as he slept in the bedrooms, half an hour later, the nanny went in, to check on the baby, he’d, stopped, breathing, she’d, immediately performed CPR, and after she’d, rushed him to the Kaohsiung Hospital, he’d still, died.

The police charged the woman with negligence causing death, and, sent the nanny, Kuo to the district attorney’s office, yesterday the district attorneys had, autopsied the infant boy, found him to not have any external injuries, suspected that the cause of death was asphyxia, they will be conducting an autopsy, to confirm his cause of death on another day.  After the nanny, Kuo was interrogated, she’d blamed herself, cried hard, not said a single word, the district attorney sent her home after they’d interrogated her.  The parents of the young infant boy held each other and cried as the D.A. told them the cause of their son’s death.

The couple, the Tsais owned and operated a betel nut stand in Kaohsiung, the infant male who’d died was their secondborn, they have a son of a little over a year old, because there’s not enough space at their original residence, they’d, bought a second home in the city, they were on the way to move into a new home.

The infant’s father stated, that his son was born not too long ago, for the move, he and his wife bought the furniture for their new home, then, found the nanny through FB who’s, certified, but, the nanny left their son alone in the room to sleep on his own, on his abdomen, causing their son to die of asphyxia, as they’d heard the news, they’d both become, “dumbfounded”.  The grandfather of the infant boy was distraught told the press, that he never got a chance to hold his grandson in his arms, and he’d, died.

The Social Services Department in Kaohsiung pointed out, that based off of the regulations, the nanny Kuo, can only take in two infants under age two but she’d, taken in two infants under age two, and a toddler over two, and on the eleventh, someone asked her, to take in another young child, she’d, taken in more children than she was, supposed to, they will retract her certification for daycare, and issue a fine of $6,000 N.T. to $30,000N.T. based off of the law.  The Social Services already transferred the other infants and toddlers that Kuo had taken on to another nanny now, and called out to the public, that infants should be placed down for their naps on their sides or their backs.

So, in a moment of carelessness, this young infant boy still, D-I-E-D, and this nanny shouldn’t have, taken over the limit of number of young children she was supposed to, and now, she’s charged with negligence homicide, or manslaughter, and this should’ve, NEVER happened, but it still, did, so, what does that tell you, about the nannies who are, certified???  That if you’re not careful, it does NOT matter IF you’re, certified, accidents still, happen, too easily!

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The House Next Door…

There’s, that house next door, we all knew it, a place, where, our widest fantasies lived, but we’d, never, dared ventured into…

The house next door, what’s happening over there?  There’s loud noises from it every single night, there must be, party animals living inside!  The house next door, we all wondered about that place, but, none of us, dared, ventured in, because, it’s, illegal, to trespass, isn’t it?a

查看來源圖片a place like, this one???  Painting from online

The house next door, it holds, that sense of mysteriousness, that sense of, an unknown sort of wonder, fear even, it’s, this sort of a, taboo, a place we shouldn’t be in, but, we all, want to, go and see what’s, on the, other side, of this fence.

The house next door, something’s happened there, I think, I just saw a patrol car pull in its driveway late last night, and, this morn, everything’s, returned, to the way it was, like, nothing had, ever happened, just, another day, in this, white-picket fence neighborhood of ours, I suppose…

what’s on the other side of the fences???查看來源圖片illustration fond online

The house next door, who lives there, no one!  It’d been, abandoned, since it was, repossessed by the banks.  We’d heard rumors, going ‘round, that someone was, murdered there, that, the spirits of the victims are now, haunting the place!!!

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Leaving One Last Play Behind

An example of how to set up, one’s own, final assets, regarding the divisions of inheritances, and one’s own, final care too!  Translated…

In the past, we were, coworkers, AND rivals too.  I’d, hated how she’d, talked trash about me in her conversations, but I couldn’t, help but feel in awe at how swiftly she’d, handled the matters at work, or how she was able to, realize something way before the rest of us had.  I’ll admit, I’m, a bit jealous of her.  After I’d, left my former place of work, I’d heard, that she’d, switched to working in another company too, and had even, gotten promoted to a manager.  Thanks to the internet, it’d, connected us again, and we’d, started, talking sporadically, about the things that are of, no important, matters.

Not long ago, she’d asked me out for coffee, out of curiosity, I’d, agreed.  The day we met up, she’d, lost a ton of weight, and, her eyes were, a whole lot, softer too.  She’d told me she was now, retired, I’d, prodded, “Would your boss let you go?  Wasn’t he the least bit afraid, that nobody will, fill your shoes?”, she’d smiled and told me, “he had to, because, which business owner wanted, to keep a cancer patient on the payroll?”, I felt that shock inside.  Turned out, she’s been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, the third stage.  She’d told her oncologist, that she won’t be going through the extensive treatment measures, only keeping her pain controlled, during this time period, she’d first shown gratitude toward her older brother and sister-in-law, to tell her only daughter that she loves her, that on the road of single parenthood, her daughter, was her one and only, biggest console; and lastly, she thought, of me, wanted to apologize to me, that from when we’d worked together, she’d always, talked trash because she’d, envied how perfect my family is, and how everybody in the office got along with me so well………..

I didn’t know what to say to her, and, all the encouragements, and words of console seemed, excess and unnecessary.  So I’d asked her, if she’d, set up her final affairs?  For instance, the most practical, transferring her assets, the properties and the cash too, I was so certain, that it was to dodge the inheritance taxes, she’d, totally have, already, transferred the money to her daughter’s accounts, but that was, not what, she’d done.  Other than giving partial of her assets to her daughter, she’d, donated some to charitable causes, and, saved some for herself, including the property she now, lives in.  I was so curious, as to why she’d, saved some for herself?  She’d told me she wasn’t, a stingy person, although she’s, dying, but how much longer will she be, around?  The doctor’s verdicts may not be, absolute, she’d hoped, that she could, walk her final mile in someplace familiar, her own, home, and, during this time, she would, need to, spend the money to care for her self, she’d, needed, to hire a nurse to take care of her, that she’d, needed, to take good care of herself in illness.  If she didn’t die, she’d not wanted to, rely on her daughter to help her live, although, the money her daughter has, were once, from her too, but she’d, transferred the money to her daughter’s name, and, it’s, no longer, owned by her.  She’d also told me, “I’d given my child so much, what’s a little inheritance tax on her part?”, it’d, made my heart shocked, such a different sort of parent, this was, the way, for a win-win.

As the shop was, about to close, we’d, asked the waiter to take a photo of us together, we’d said goodbye.  She’d told me, to not ask around about her then, she wouldn’t have any final rites, that tonight, was the last time we’ll, ever meet up.  She’d told me, “I want you, to remember me as right now!”

On the MRT, I’d, looked, at that photo of us, I’d, thought about what she’d said about her “saving a part of her own assets for herself”, I’d felt, that she was, a role model, for how all parents should, set up the inheritances to give to their young, she’d been, an, amazing competitor, whom I’d, learned, a whole lot from that’s for sure!

And so, this, was how well-thought-out this woman was, of planning her own final affairs, she’d, made sure that her daughter will be, taken care of, and, used the amount after she’d set aside for her own daughter’s sake, to donate to charity, and, saved another portion for herself for her own, final care, that way, she wouldn’t become a burden to her own young, and she’d, still, managed, to leave her daughter with something, as well as, help those in need too.

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The Lies of the Ninth

The memories of trauma, suppressed, because the individual, was way too young, and, something DID happen, maybe, just not the version of the story that this person had told, to her/his, adult counterparts, translated…

There was something that happened when I was younger, that impacted me, something that’s, a part of, my chaotic memories…

At nine, my mother wanted me to test into the GT classes of an all-star elementary school, that’s, farther away from where I used to live, I’d gotten in, and, she’d, transferred me there.

On the first day of school, as I arrived home, I’d told her, that I was, almost, abducted by a bad guy, there was, a woman in a covered up motorcycle helmet that told me she’d brought the lunches for my mother to me.  I’d told my mother: back then, I was playing outside the gates of my school, and the woman asked me to go with her, I’d felt that something wasn’t quite right, because mom wouldn’t do that, and I’d, run scared, back to the school.  But, I wasn’t, acquainted with my new school yet, it took me, a long time, to finally, get back into my class.

As I’d told, I’d, started crying scared.  My mother was shocked, the very next day, she’d, called up the school, as well as the Department of Education to, we’d, almost gotten the case on the press; within a week’s time I was, transferred, back to my former school again.

But actually, this, was a story I’d, made up.

illustration from UDN.com圖/豆寶

There were, two primary motives of me lying: to find a justifiable reason for me heading into school ate, and find a way to go back to my former school, that’s not based off of “I don’t want to go to my new school”.

Two years ago, with my deep-rooted guilt, I’d, told my parents this truth, admitted that I was, lying to them from back when in the family therapist’s office, and I’d, made up the stories, from an illustrated book my parents bought for me, “I Have a Way”, and, the details of what the woman whom I’d told had, tried to take me away, came from the illustration of a person in a helmet, trying, to take a child away in the pages.

Because my story was, fully-thought out, without any flaws, to the point, that my parents, as well as the staff members of the school all thought it was, true, for almost, twenty years.

Do children who read, really behave themselves?  The knowledge I’d gained from reading, taught me how to commit a crime.

And yet, up to recently, I’d felt, chaotic of this memory.

There was a part of me that felt, that might there have been, something that’s, happened to me, even though it may not have been, the version of the stories I’d told?  How else, would I come up with, the specific details, including what the woman sounded like, what she was dressed in, what her scooter looked like…………

The me at nine years old, I’d, watched the scenes, played on in my mind, as I’d, “retold” my mother what had, happened (and if I remembered correctly, the highest scoring section of my G.T. exams was in the “thinking skills in space and images”).  And, I’d, started crying like there was, no tomorrow, to the point I was, trembling hard, if I were lying, then, how come I had, such physiological response?  Could it be, that I’d, fooled myself into believing?  Or, had there actually, been something that’s, too awful, too shocked, for the me at age nine to accept?  So I’d, forgotten, and, altered this memory of mine, to make it, fictitious?

Several years ago, I’d gone to a hypnosis therapy session, to deal with the problem of ‘feeling a ton of pain, but I can’t cry”.  This was, completely opposite to the me at nine, who’d, “made up a story, that’s, false, and cried like it actually, happened.”

And yet, at the physical classes, I’d shown, the “reflexive response outbursts” in crying, as the coach helped me to relax my diaphragm, I’d, started, wailing hard, it was, a sort of cry, from the depth of my body.

The coach told me, that the diaphragm is a place where, “unresolved emotions are, stored”, so, there may be, some sort of, very deep trauma from long ago, that’s still, not yet, entered, into my consciousness, stayed still inside of my body.

I’d instinctively felt, that in the lies I’d told when I was nine, there might have been something, that’s made me stuck, as a twenty-nine year-old, grown up right now.

So, something definitely happened to you, because of the physiological response of your body, and this sort of a response only comes, when the body had, experienced, something that’, extremely, traumatic, so, maybe something HAD, happened to you at age nine, just not as you’d, remembered it, being almost abducted by a stranger, maybe, it was, something else, that’s, more serious, because the body, it, NEVER lies, and it’s, up to this individual, to dig even deeper, if s/he can, to find out exactly, what had, happened to her/him in his childhood years, and resolve what happened to her/him, piece, by piece.  And, until this person resolved everything, s/he will, always, have that thing that’s, blocking her/his path, from reaching her/his, full potential.

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He Said He Was, Tired, the Dramas of Life

On how a father couldn’t let go, because of how much there is, keeping him in the world, even though his body is, slowly, quitting on him, translated…

The morning sun shone brightly, the green forests of Nantou made oxygen an abundance, we took in the deep inhales, and exhales.  He walked ahead of me, the destination: a nearby elementary school, for a workout, the step counter showed 2,130 steps.  He’d made a pact, that he was, going for 10,000 steps a day.  He’d executed this plan of his alone for months already, and, I can only manage to find the time, on the weekends when I didn’t have to, work.  I’m really, looking forward to the good particles from the sun, to making his body healthier, the serotonin, the dopamine, the adrenaline…………

“If I die, you need to, look after yourself well,” he’d stated to me.  “What happens to the child?  What happens to dad?  No, this is not the discussion I want to have right now…………” this was the conversation that began, many, many, many years ago, with a period of time of him in the hospital, with the medical treatments, to bring his life back to normal, we’d, moved to the mountains in Nantou, hoping, that the clean air can, keep him healthier.  Taking his elderly a hundred-year-old father here to stay was his wish, Nantou’s countryside is a great place, with the conveniences of hospitals, with the Veteran’s Hospitals, the Christian Hospitals, etc., etc., etc.  Although he’d needed the sleep aids to go to bed at night, and yet, being able to have these verbal exchanges with him, to fight over the television for the shows we wanted to see, we had, our, share of, a simpler life together.

Although, having to head back to the hospitals regularly annoyed him, he’d still, followed the doctors’ orders, took his meds regularly, kept a regular schedule of life, but don’t know why, or when it’d, started happening again, he’d, felt ill again.  His heartrate got past 120 per minute, he’d started, losing weight quickly, and needed to return back to the enclosures of the hospital wards.  I’d asked him where he’d hurt?  With his hand of his chest, he’d told me, it wasn’t, hurt, it was, painful for him.

In the lobby of the hospital, he’d, pulled on my hand, looked me into the eyes, said to me, “Honey, I’m tired now, let me go, let go of my hands, it’s really, painful for me to stay, I can’t, take it anymore…………”, I’d, let go of his hand, wrapped my arms around his waist, put my head, on his chest.  How I wish I could, get inside his heart, to find out where he was, hurting, why was it, that his most beloved father, his siblings, and his, dearest daughter, and his wife, couldn’t, make him, stay?

Sometimes, the body’s just, been tried too hard, and it wants, to quit, but the only reason why the individual is still alive, is because s/he didn’t want to, leave her/his families who loved her/him behind, like this is the case here.

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The Railroad that Extended, Through Our, Childhood Years…

The railroad that extended, through our, childhood years, it’d, sped off, west (or was it, east) bound, and, it’d, not slowed down one bit, just kept going, going, going, ‘til it was, completely, G-O-N-E…

The railroad that extended, through our, childhood years, they’d, taken us very far, helped our imaginations soar, didn’t it?  And yet, reality, eventually, dragged us all back down to the ground, and we get, trampled on!

what that, looked, like…查看來源圖片with no end in sight…photo from online

The railroad that extended, through our, childhood years, do you, remember it?  How it runs, on, and on, and on, and on, and on?  How we thought we couldn’t, get to the terminal stations?  Well, we’re, here, the end of the line, where childhood is, completely, gone, and we can’t, EVER, get it back again.

The railroad that extended, through our, childhood years, oh how I wish, it could, keep on going, until eternity comes, but it can’t, it’d, ended already, as I got my, innocence, STOLEN from, under me, back as a young child from before.

And no, it still, was, NEVER my fault!!!

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