Please Let Go, and Trust in Me, Having an Overbearing Mother

The problem here, is still NOT with the daughter, but with the mother, but, does she realize it???  Of course N-O-T, translated…

From awhile ago, on the news, a certain organization had been losing money by the year, the second-generation owner decided to sell of the office building, for cash, the founder, as he was, interviewed, stated, “My heart ached as my son did it, but now, I’d, trusted in his decisions entirely!”

This pair of father and son made me so envious, and at the same time, I’d, felt heartache for them both, because how I’d, wished that my own mother, can trust me like this father had his own son too.

From the views of the world, I guess, I’m, the pride of my parents: made high grades, gone to an all-star institution, and, managed to pass the exams for a public office on my very first try, I’d never needed my parents to worry over my school performances or my work.

Although my mother stated verbally, that I’d, done well for myself, but she’d, never had faith, that I can, handle things on my own, whether it be how I’d spent my money, how to treat others I meet, whether to have children after I married, who should care for my child if s/he was born…………my mother’s criticisms came at me, never-ending, “it’s for your sake”, was her most widely used phrase, and her weapon.

She’d never understood, that what she’d believed to be a show of care and concern, her nagging, was interpreted as how she didn’t trust me enough, I’d tried to tell her, but her response was always, “Those with your last names, can’t take any criticisms from others!”

When I was interning, I’d, lived at home, I’d had a crash on a rainy day, and, as I’d, bent my knees, my injuries started bleeding, but I’d not let my mother know, I’d, bent down, holding the pains in, as I’d helped clean up the house, until my mother rode out to get the groceries, and found the head of the motorcycle dented, that, was when she’d, found out.  I’d gotten into another, serious crash after I was married, and, it’d been years to this very day, I’d still, not told my parents what had happened to me.

Of the two wrecks I got in, I was, very scared, but I knew, that other than feeling anxious over me, and nagging me, my parents couldn’t do anything for me, and they’d, surely, blamed me, for being, too careless too.  And so, no matter how painful, I’d much rather, hide the truth from them.

I’d never doubted the love my mother had for me, but every time, as I’d, wanted to show affection towards her, she’d started, lecturing me, and in the end, she’d added, “Nobody else is going to tell you this, I’m your mother, that was why, for your sake, I’m, telling, you the truth!”  in my mother’s mind, I’ll never be, enough, there are, always things, I can, improve, and, all of my good performances are, matter-of-fact, and yet, the imperfections, are what pricked at her, and she’d needed to, get rid of them.

But, my dearest mother, you know what?  Your daughter may not be perfect, but, she’d always tried very hard, worked hard, can you just, let go, and trust in me?

And, hopefully, this woman’s mother can see this article, and change the way she interacts with her daughter, but, I’m still, NOT holding MY breath, because parents like these, they think what they’re doing, IS for the good of their young, and they just keep on, doing whatever the F*** (maxed out???) they’re doing, using their same old ways, probably because they were, treated as such by their own parents (‘cuz these sorts of SHITS still gets passed down, from one generation to the next, like D.N.A.???) and this daughter is going to, have a very difficult time, getting closer to her mother that’s for sure…

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Seeing the Love without Boundaries from a Foreign Spouse

How the kindness cycled around, from the Front Page Sections, translated…

Last week, I’d gone to a free clinic session for the foreign worker fishermen, because most of the fishermen were from Indonesia, so there was a translator alongside me all the way; I’d had the spare time, and struck up a conversation with her.

“I’d seen you every single time in the free clinics, you’re always smiling, very kind and gentle, you’re, a rare gem!”, I’d commended her.  “Doctor, you thought too much of me, they’re my countrymen, floated across to Taiwan to work, I’m glad, that I can, be of some sort of minute assistance.”

I’d asked her where she came from, “I lived in Jakarta originally, my father is a catering chef, with an unstable income, and there are, too many mouths to feed, and so, in my high school years, I’d, married to Kaohsiung, hoping, to make some extra money, to wire it back home, to help with my family, but………”, she’d taken a very long inhale, continued, “not long after we were wed, my husband was diagnosed with oral cancer, after three surgeries, countless electrotherapy sessions, he could no longer work”.  What made her situation worse was, as her kids rode together on a scooter to visit their father at the hospital, they were hit by a car, her daughter was injured severely, in the I.C.U., her son with fractures, and needing surgery.

Back then, she was looking after her elderly in-laws on her own, her sick husband, and her injured children, she felt hopeless.  But thankfully, her parents in Indonesia wired some money for her, and her eldest sister who’d married to Malaysia flew over especially to help her out too for three months; more importantly, the national health insurance coverages, it’d, helped her out with the costs of the treatments; she’d worked as a translator at the agency during the daytime, at night, she’d gone to school, to hone up on her Chinese skills, her son part-timed through school, they were, just, getting by.

“Actually, the Taiwanese people are quite helpful, I’d met a ton of those who were willing to go out of their ways to assist me, by just being there for emotional support, or those who’d, offered to help me with my finances.  I’m grateful, and in order to pay them back, I’d, signed on these sorts of voluntary work, to make what I can do useful and helpful, and this time, I’d, brought along my children who’d healed from their injuries to volunteer also, to make sure they will note, the love that’s, without the borders in Taiwan.”

Her husband may not be well-educated, or made a lot of money, but she’d, loved Taiwan like it was her home country, as the trials came, she’d, taken them all in, no complaints, no regrets, she’d, utilized her spare time, to hone up on her skills, to acculturate herself into the local communities, and knew to give back, she is, the model citizen for all of the foreign spouses that’s for sure!

And, this, is how this woman was, driven by the cycle of kindness, she was shown kindness when she was in need, when her family had problems, she’d received help from all around her, and that was what drove her, to give back now.

Sisyphus in the Subways of Paris

The help from unknown strangers, that’s, made this woman and her daughter felt warmed in the hearts, translated…

I’d come to understand how Sisyphus was feeling. As I took two suitcases with the illustrated books, standing by the subways of Paris, faced with the dozens of steps heading upward.

Going against gravity, is already, a challenge in itself, let alone, when I’d needed to, push a huge rock that’s, way oversized, way heavier than my own body weight. And so, Sisyphus kept, pushing uphill continually.

Ahhh! I’m, after all, luckier, than Sisyphus, someone offered to help me out.

A graceful woman with silvery hair, used her wrinkled hands, stated in English, that she wanted to, help me out, and, grabbed my small suitcase to carry. I’d understood, that the moment she’d, lifted it up, she’d, be regretting it, because, it was, filled with books, weighed, just like the rocks.

But, why had, this kind hearted elderly woman offered me the helping hand? Because there was a middle aged man who saw her hauling a suitcase as she’d, stumbled up a staircase, and gave her a helping hand. And, she’d, gone down the steps, emptyhanded, and turned around and saw me with great difficulties, climbing up the steps, she’d, immediately, “paid it forward”, and, lifted up the suitcase, that was, apparently, heavier than she was.

I’d naturally, used my English and French, to tell her thanks, but it wasn’t, necessary, but I still had a bigger suitcase in my arms, and, this “evergreen marathoner” had, surpassed me already.

And yet, this pushing the rocks upward, with me, as the last leg. Or maybe, I hadn’t, found where to put my strength to best use yet, I appeared to be too foolish, and, an onlooker can no longer, take it, another younger, more fashionable woman, entered, into this race of mine, and, took the large suitcase I was handling, away from me.

Ah! What, is in this thing? All her friends, started, dissecting my case with their eyes from the various angles, and finally, they were, able to, lift up, that huge rock, then, lift up the legs, push up the steps; lift up the legs, push up the steps………as for me? With nothing in my hand, I’d, used both English AND French, to cheer my helpers on.

I’m, way luckier, than Sisyphus, the rock didn’t roll back down, as it was about, to reach the heights, and, all of those “competitors” who were involved in this race of mine, stood on the top of the stairs, with tears in the eyes, waved goodbye to me. And, my youthful daughter stood, panting, by her large suitcase, with great confusion, watched, this skit that had, happened in the subways.

The two of us, kept sliding the three large suitcases along in the subway of Paris, and, discussed how incredible our adventures were. As we just turned the corners, holy! Stairs! Stairs! Stairs! It seems, we’d, added, a second show, of the “Trials of Sisyphus”!

And so, from this you can see, how helpful, these strangers were, to this mother-daughter pair, and, without the strangers’ kindness, this mother-daughter pair, would’ve, NEVER been able to, carry their two large suitcases up that first flight of stairs, and yet, after they’d passed this first hurdle, there comes, the next one…but, the kindness of the strangers who’d, offered them a helping hand, can’t ever be forgotten that’s for sure!!!

The Female Disciplinary Official of a School Pimped Out a Student to a Rich Businessman

Wow, so school officials are now, “moonlighting” as PIMPS now??? That’s really awful, wouldn’t you say? From the Front Page Sections, translated…

A female disciplinary official of a certain private high school in Taoyuan, Jiang was accused of selling adolescent girls’ first nights for $100,000N.T.s to rich businessmen, was sentenced to three and a half years in prison for breaking the laws that prevented children and adolescent sex trades, the case can still be appealed.

Afterwards, the female disciplinary official was transferred out of the school on reasons of being unfitting, the Department of Public Education stated, that if she was found guilty, she will lose her status as a disciplinary official at the schools, and, her pensions will be gone too.

The Taoyuan District Court investigated, that the female disciplinary school official, Jiang (age 43) was a familiar acquaintance of a rich businessman, Huang, two years ago in August, Huang asked, “Are there any young ones you can introduce me to sleep with?”, the female disciplinary school official first found a female student who’d been part-timing, and asked if she was willing to sell? The female student used the excuse of “I’m not short on cash” to turn her down.

And, this female student turned to her girlfriends at the school and asked if they are willing to, another female student, after accepting the offers to make the “extra cash”, the female disciplinary school official, Jiang took the female student to the SOGO shopping mall in Zhongli to meet up with Huang, and they’d agreed on a $100,000N.T. price tag for selling her.

But, in the conversations, the businessman realized that the girl was very childish, and after inquiring, learned that she was not yet eighteen, Huang worried that he might break the laws, got chickened out, paid the female disciplinary school official and the female student $3,000N.T. each, then left, they’d not completed the deal. And afterwards, the female student’s parents found out, and sued the female school official for pimping their daughter out.

In the trial, the female disciplinary school official, Jiang denied having pimped out the student, or seduced the student to sell her body, claimed that she was only looking for female students wanting to work, but she’d turned her down, she’d not known that the student had, found another girl, and didn’t know the other young woman’s age.

But the girl who’d gone to the “interview” and Huang, the rich businessman testified, “the school official Jiang was the pimp!”, and offered the LINE records, along with the details of the agreement of the trade, which made the judge confirmed, that the female disciplinary official WAS involved in pimping and seducing an underage minor to sell for sex.

And this, is just how easily these young women CAN and WILL sell their bodies, and this also showed, how LACK of morality the school officials are becoming, they’re willing, to PIMP out the students, for a little EXTRA cash, and how do you, parents feel safe, sending your kids to school, under these conditions, huh???

The Time that’s, Stopped, on Those Walls…

The time that’s, stopped, on those walls, do you not see it, how the clock turned DEAD at a quarter ‘til???

The time that’s, stopped, on those walls, what does it signify? That time hadn’t moved on, but, we surely, had, ‘cuz, we are, no longer who we were, a minute ago, and, nothing’s, ever gonna be, the same again!

like this???  Old, and broken?  Photo from online…

The time that’s, stopped, on those walls, how can we, make them restart again? If only, it’s, simple as, changing those dead, used-up batteries! The time that’s, stopped, on those walls, and now, the minute, hour, and second hands, they all, started, us down, like those, bright and shiny eyes, in the darkened corners of the nights.

The time that’s, stopped, on those walls, it’d felt, too surreal, like, everything and nothing was, exactly, the same, and yet, it’s, somehow, different, you know? The time that’s, stopped, on those walls, we walked by that wall, with that DEAD clock, every day, as a reminder, of what? I can, no longer, recall now………

The time that’s, stopped, on those walls, they can’t, restart again, can they? It wouldn’t be, as simple as, changing the batteries on that clock, because, even IF the machine starts to work again, nothing will ever be, the same as it had been, or was, once!

These, Bruised Dreams…

Reality had, started, using DREAMS, as its, PUNCHING B-A-G!!!

And, before we all knew it, these dreams, they’d become, so bruised to, beyond RECOGNITION already…These bruised dreams, what are we supposed to do with them now? They’re, NO longer perfect (compared to in the beginning, when we’d, dreamt them all up, before reality started, KICKING their ASSES???), and, we don’t want, ANY sort of imperfections, appearing, in our dreams, do we? So yeah, we’d, tossed them out, along with the TRASH, on Monday mornings, for the collectors to, pick ‘em all up, and, recycle them.

like this???  Doesn’t, look pretty, does it???  Of course N-O-T, not my photo…

These bruised dreams, maybe, we should, keep them ‘round, who knows, the bruises on them, may eventually, be gone, and they’d all be, good as new again, won’t they? And, tossing them all away, wouldn’t it be risky? After all, it’d taken us, long enough, to finally, start seeing these dreams, slowly, coming true in our lives, and, we shouldn’t just, toss them all away, because of those, itty, bitty, bruises that’s now, startin’, to show, should we???

These bruised dreams, even AS they’d, made their, complete recoveries, they will, NEVER be the same again, because, these dreams will, NEVER get, returned, BACK to the time, before they got, those, blue, green, purplish, bruises, coverin’ up, ALL their, “bodies”………

what reality is doing to dreams, EVERY second of, every day of our lives…illustration from online…

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Parents Were Dodging the Collectors, Abandoned Their Two Young Sons, and Found Guilty of Abandonment

The SELFISH ACTS of these parents, but then again, if we can’t save ourselves, how the F*** (maxed out???) can we possibly save our own young, right??? From the Front Page Sections, translated…

A woman, Shen who has a teashop in Wanhwa owes over millions of dollars in debt, because she could no longer withstand the collectors coming repeatedly to her home to collect, she’d escaped home, and two days later, her husband “ran away from home” to, leaving only the Indonesian nurse’s aide, with their twin eight-year-old sons with cerebral palsy. The Taipei District Attorney’s Offices believed that the twins weren’t capable of taking care of themselves on their own, they’d charged the couple with abandonment.

The D.A.’s investigations showed, that Sheng (age 52) had monetary and debt difficulties, and last June, the collectors came repeated to her home to collect, she was pressed, she’d taken the time when the Indonesian nurse’s aide went out to pick her twin sons from school, and escaped to the south to dodge the collectors.

Two days later, her husband, the elderly Su (age 72) also followed suit, and while the Indonesian nurse’s aide went to school to pick up the two young sons, he’d, made his way to his relatives in Hsinbei City to hide out. And, the nurse’s aide waited until midnight, and still no signs of him and his wife, she’d, immediately, notified the police; the police notified the Hsinbei Social Services Department to step in.

The social workers found, that this family was listed as a high-risk family a long time ago, plus the Indonesian nurse’s aide’s term was about to be up, and needed to leave Taiwan, they’d needed to place the twins quickly; the couple had an active arrest warrant out on them by the police, and, after the few months of on the run, they were, finally, caught.

As Sheng was taken in by the police, she’d claimed, that because she couldn’t pay her debts, the collectors kept coming to collect, and she was at her wit’s ends, so she ran; she thought that her husband would, take care of their twin sons, and didn’t guess, that her husband would, escape home like she had too; and the elderly, Su claimed, that there was still the Indonesian aide left at home to look after their sons, that it didn’t, constitute as abandonment.

Based off of understanding, in the time that they were dodging the collectors, they didn’t have any contact with one another.

The D.A. pointed out, that after Su made his escape, and although there was the Indonesian hired help, but she’s not the legal guardian or the caretaker legally, and her work visa was about to expire, and she’d needed to leave, and believed, that the couple’s behaviors constitute as abandonment.

And see, how SELFISH these two god DAMN adults were! They’d just, left home, because they couldn’t take whatever the F*** (maxed out???) they started, and left the nurse’s aide, all alone at home, to take care of their two handicapped children, and if that’s not irresponsible, I don’t know what is!