The Girl Who Couldn’t Erect the Foot Stand

Do you think this supervisor of this young woman should, take away her chance of working to get the scooter going, or just, step in and do it FOR her, because she’s, already, running late?  Translated…

During the New Year’s holidays, Wei-Wei received a preowned scooter, it was a hand-me-down from her older brother.  She’d happily rode it to and from work, but found, that the scooter was, too heavy, being only 4’9, even as she’d used the weight of her entire body, to step down HARD on that middle foot pedal, the scooter still, won’t park steadily in place.

Although people say, that it has nothing to do with her size, that it’s a matter of, techniques, but, Wei-Wei seemed to have trouble getting the techniques right.  The friend told her, that then, she should, just park her scooter upright, that she shouldn’t, force herself to park it the way that most would, slanted.  But she’d felt it wasn’t right, for her to, take up, such a huge parking spot, in the city of Taipei, where, a tiny spot for parking, is, hard enough to get.

sketch done by the writer, off of UDN.com

As her superior passing by her, seeing how this young lady was, struggling hard, trying, to get the foot pedal to park on the ground steadily, seeing how she’s about to be late into the offices, the superior contemplated on, whether or not she should just, step in, and do it FOR her, or that she should, stay away, and NOT strip her of the right to learn how to do it own her own?

So, this, would be a sort of a dilemma this superior is faced with, should she just, step right in, and do it for this young woman, stripping her of the chance of figuring out how to do it herself, because she’s, about to be late to the office, or should she, let her figure it out on her own?  This is something that as parents, people face too, to whether or not just, STEP in to do it FOR our own young (not that I have one!), or to, let them do it on their own, figuring out how things worked, so they can, take that knowledge with them?

Everything that’s, Riding, on This, Upcoming American Election

A matter of concern, for the WHOLE country, I tell ya, that, is what this SHIT is!

Everything that’s, riding, on this, upcoming American election, but, hey, we are, citizens of the R.O.C., of this place called, “Taiwan”, so why on this !@$$ING (maxed out???) earth, is the livelihoods, the lives of the citizens across the god damn, PACIFIC, riding on this upcoming American election again?

Oh yeah, it’s ‘cuz, this country, a place called, “Taiwan”, became the BITCH of the U.S. of A.  Think about it, the government agreed to the importing of American pork, beef, with all those, chemicals that might cause cancer, or something else (how the hell should I know???), because we want the protection of the good ol’ glory, while, the “great country” of the U.S. of A, is still, as opportunistic as ever.

And the government is still, just CLUELESS, believing, how wow, if U.S. is on our sides, we won’t have to worry about a coup de ’tat of China, I mean, look at what became of Hong Kong after its “lease terms” by England had been up, I mean, after the “Communist takeover” that island, sank, didn’t it?

To protect us from the same fates as Hong Kong, we must believe, that the U.S. would take our sides, if a war is in the future!

But, take a note of this: the “Good Ol’ Glory” had been opportunistic since the beginning of time (don’t ask when that was!), take for instance, the World Wars: if the Japs didn’t BOMB Pearl Harbor, would the U.S. head into the world war fronts?  HECK no.  And, don’t MENTION the Vietnam War in the sixties (right???), it was only a civil war in the country, but, the U.S. overinterpreted it as a COMMIE takeover, and thus, sent all those soldiers over there, to fight a war that they don’t have a place in in the first place.IN

No Worries

Can’t set our minds at ease, no matter what, because we cared too much about each other!  Translated…

My son has, absolutely NO faith, that his scatterbrained mother can take care of his young by herself, and I can’t feel secure, that he’s riding out late at night, making the deliveries, it’s, a looped around cycle of worrying, between parents and children.

The sudden onset of the outbreak of MERS-CoV, it’d, impacted the industries across the world, being on the front lines in the tourism industries, you can’t imagine it.  And, even though, we’re, going into, the post-outbreak times, the tourist industries tried to make it, by, proposing the trips within the country, but my daughter-in-law is responsible for the tour groups abroad, and, it’s going to take a while, until that start back up again.  In this very hard time, those who worked in her office took the pay cuts, some got laid off, everybody was on high alert, some quickly, transferred to alternative industries of work, to take the baseline minimum monthly wages to make ends meet.  And at this time, my young granddaughter came, and, other than the basic living needs, there’s, this extra expense, and so, my son had to, start making the deliveries after his regular work hours.

Canceling the nannies, and I’d become, the temp nanny, and I, naturally, supported my son’s methods of saving the money.  Actually, I’d, longed to have a grandchild a very long time, and, as I was gloating on it, my son handed me the Holy Bible of childcare that the nurses made from the hospital for the new parents, reiterated, “When you make the milk, first the water in the bottle, then the formula, make sure that the formula is melted completely, to the left and right, don’t shake the bottle up and down then, place it under the sink to get it cooled off, it can’t be too hot.” “Pour the unfinished amount out, don’t save it for the next feeding time.”  “Now the diapers have the signals of if it’s wet, when the signal turned from yellow to blue, time to change.” “Newborns shouldn’t sleep on their tummy, it would cause sudden infant death.”  “oh, and don’t feed her any water!”

I nodded, like a good student, listening to the words of the school teacher, thought: this first-time grandma, is an excellent master back when, it’s just, I hadn’t, be in the realms a long time, I’d just, lost, all of my childrearing methods.

illustration from UDN.com

And, even though he’s away at work, he was, ill at ease, my LINE kept ringing nonstop.  “Mom, nothing’s going on, I just want to check in.”  “Did you put her down to a nap yet?”  “She cries a lot these few days, can you manage it?”, and, to stop him from flash-messaging, I’d sent him the photos of my young granddaughter, even though it was over forty years since I took care of a baby, but I still got it, I can, so totally, handle, a baby.

And, I’d, finally set my son’s mind to ease, but he’d, gotten me worried, I’d told him as he was getting out, “If you bump into a gambler, a drunk, or a drug dealer, if something feels like it’s, going south, RUN like the wind!” my son laughed at me, “it don’t matter who’s calling the deliveries, so long as they pay up.”  He’d not come home late in the night, and I’d not dared, sat in the living room and wait up, and, as I heard the key turn the lock outside, my unsettled heart calmed, and suddenly, by the following second, I was, able to, drift off into dreams.

Recalling how forty years back, I’d worked night and day, to help pay up the debts accumulated by my in-law’s family, my son were given to my ill mother-in-law and my chain-smoking father-in-law, I’d often snuck back home during work, to check out my eldest with two snots rolling down from his nostrils, getting held too tight, by my mother-in-law, whose bones had been malformed from arthritis; and my youngest son was often burned by accident by my father-in-law who had a cigarette in his mouth, dozed off to sleep, and yet, as I saw how sorry my in-laws looked, I couldn’t blame them.  And, no matter how awful, how insecure I’d felt, I still needed to believe, that these grandparents who may not be able to handle them, have the best intentions in mind, and will do their best, to care for my young sons.

Let go.  Set your heart at ease.  I’d, warned myself: the outbreaks shall pass soon, and everything will become normal, I just need to take care of my granddaughter well, so my son won’t have any worries, working, we both, need to, have that ease of mind here.

And so, this showed, just how, intertwined the parents and children are, from before, you worried about your own young, and now, he worries about his own young, and you too, and this, is just how parents and children are, we all worry too much!

Until the Darkness Swallowed Us, Whole…

Until the darkness swallowed us, whole, we will, NEVER be aware enough of what the darkness entailed, and, by the time the darkness takes us over, it’d be, too late!  Until the darkness swallowed us, whole, until we have, NO more light, we won’t, know just, how precious, light really is, as we’d, taken it, for granted, all this time…

when this, is all you’ll, EVER, see!  Photo from online

Until the darkness swallowed us, whole, but, that would be, too late then, we would’ve, sunk, too deep, into, that darkened, abyss, to even, get our selves, back out to the surfaces again.  Until the darkness swallowed us, whole, it’s always, until the darkness swallowed us is, took that light away, would we, finally realized, just, how precious, light is, in our lives, but by then, we have, NO way of, getting it back.

Until the darkness swallowed us, whole, until, we lived in the darkness, for a long, long, long, long time, we won’t, realize, just how important, that light we’d, once had was, and then, we can’t, EVER, get it back, it’s, already lost…

They don’t call it HINDSIGHT for nothing you know???

Naked Girls, L-I-V-E!!!

Like I give a, flying FUCK!!!  Those of you interested in knowing, I got them TITS on top too.

So, why the FUCK (no need to pardon me still!!!), you still, comin’ on to me, huh?  And, you DO realize, that even if I were into that sort of shits, I still, wouldn’t FLASH my “needs” to the “general public”, right?  So, why you ladies, screwing your selves over like that, huh?

And, don’t you got something, better to do, than to, sit in front of that webcam, and wait, for someone, to TURN you on?  This is still, S-H-I-T, if you ask me (but HECK, W-H-O asked you???  EXACTLY!!!

like, this???photo found online

Naked girls, L-I-V-E!!!  That’s what “we” (don’t ask who “We” are!!!) are, advertising, ‘cuz, we all know this, god damn, FUCKING (like I’d already said???) “market economy” way too well, ‘cuz we (more like me, myself, AND I, collectively!!!) are still, operating on the basic principles of, SUPPLY AND, D-E-M-A-N-D, and it’s just, that even as there are, NO demands, we still, supply, UN-conditionally, UN-endingly…

You have, GOT to be, shitting me here!!!

And, those of you interested in knowing, I’m a WOMAN, even though, I might have, changed my “sex” on my profiles to a D-U-D-E, ‘cuz I’m still, a BIOLOGICAL, W-O-M-A-N here, and no, for the, UMPTEENTH time, I still don’t have the “problem” of, G.I.D. (gender identity disorder anyone???)…

and, this, is ALL you’ll, EVER need, to “set up shop”!!!  Photo from online

Naked girls, L-I-V-E!!!  Wouldn’t you like, to come and watch all of us, WHORES, do our, striptease for ya, huh?  And, if you pay extra, we’ll, let you, touch (yeah right, and IN your FREAKIN’ god DAMN, dreams, L-O-S-E-R-S!)_

So, STOP soliciting S-E-X, you BITCHES and WHORES, or ELSE!!!

What is Taken Away from Your Education?

Lessons we learned, from school, from our own, experiences in life, off of the Front Page Sections, translated…

Recently I’d made the speeches at the schools, as the speech ended, a parent led two children to before me.  “Professor, I was your student, do you still remember me?”  This was every instructor’s nightmare, I’d, worked really hard, to think back on all the students, and just, couldn’t, recall her name; but I’d still smiled and told her, “let me think!”, as she’d heard me say this, her smile did not fade, she’s not, disappointed one bit, but her second-grade daughter looked up at her innocently, “Mom, your teacher can’t remember you!”

I felt very awkward after hearing, before I could reply, she’d immediately told her child, “Do you know how many students the professor’s had?  How can she remember every one, but, so long as I remember her!”, then, she’d, started speaking of her middle school careers, that with the problems she’d, faced in life then, how I’d, given her the advices she’d needed, “because you’d, counseled me, teacher, so I will, never forget you, as I saw the flyer on the seminar, I was so excited to come, to thank you.” as she’d told me, I still, can’t quite, remember her, but, I’d felt, very touched by her words.

The following day, a student used the communication app to contact me, this particular student had been, hurt by a certain teacher, he’d come back to me to tell me about what happened, to seek out my counsel, it took me sometime, but I’d, accompanied him, helped him out; back then, I’d, encouraged him: you need to turn what happened to you, into your driving force, if there’s a chance, you must, help those who’d been hurt like you had.  Back then he’d told me, that he will, work hard, to become a teacher who can, help his students.  In his final year of high school, he wrote me that with his grades, there was, NO chance he will ever be a school teacher, so, he was, willing, to become, a serviceman, to fight to protect the country.

And now, many years afterwards, he’d, shared with me everything he’d weathered through in the armed services, and he’d, mentioned what happened to him again back in middle school, and stressed to me, that even though he wasn’t, highly ranked, he will use his past as a teacher, to NEVER make the mistakes his middle school instructor had made.

After I’d read, although I’d felt glad, but, I couldn’t help but feel: that the first woman told me, “so long as I remember you!”.  It symbolized, I don’t’ need your affirmations from your memories, but I will remember, that was, the demands that one made of, one’s own, characters, to never forget to be, thankful.  While the second student, couldn’t forget about the shame, but he’d not, selected, to take revenge, instead, he’d, turned his shame into something he could, learn from, to remind himself, to NEVER shame another like he’d been, shamed.  Think on his, how many people we will meet, how many things we can, encounter, in our, lifetimes!

Who remembered us, it isn’t, that important, what’s important is who we remembered?  Well, it’s, not that important either, the important being WHY we remember who or what we remember?  Those that happened, those whom we remembered, what were their, influenced on us?  From these two students, I saw the choices of attitude, how they’d, chosen to make themselves feel happy, how by choosing to forgive, it’d, given him peace, to use the past as a mirror to reflect, to have a life without regrets, what, will you, choose?

And so, this, is something worth pondering on, what, do you remember when you graduated?  I’m sure, that it’s not the course load, the books, the materials, or even what you’d made on your exams, it’s the experience of learning, of accumulating the knowledge, of the lessons that life teaches us that we will, carry with us from here on out.

Dreams, Stained, with Reality

Dreams, stained, with reality, they’d become, blemishes, tainted, damaged, goods now…

Dreams, stained, with reality, there’s, no way of, altering this fate, it’s just, not at all, possible.  Dreams, stained, with reality, see how dirty they’d, become, huh?  And, you can try and scrub-a-dub-dub all you want, but, there’s, simply, NO way you’ll EVER be able to, remove the stains!

Dreams, stained with reality, there’s NO way ‘round it, there’s, NO way you can escape, the fates, of how your dreams will all, shatter into, millions of, bits, and pieces.  Dreams will forever get stained with reality, no matter how you look at it, because, we all, reside, in this, real world, and, despite how much we all wish that we could, we simply, can’t, wake ourselves, up, and out, of this nightmare called: R-E-A-L-I-T-Y!!!

like, this???photo from online

Why is it Important We Figure Out Where the Virus Came From???

Oh, I know, so these, unjustified, untested “proofs” of statements can finally be, valid.

Why is it important that we figure out where the virus came from???  It’s already been, “released”, and it’s, causing a whole lot more damage that we can contain, and, isn’t it more important, that we quickly, develop a working treatment, so nobody else, suffered?

Why is it important, that we figure out where the virus came from???  It’s already been, “released” in the world, and, causing, major damages here, there’d been rumors, that it came out of a laboratory setting from before, but this latest showed, that it’s, naturally, forming, and, we’re, unsettled on, which one to believe, and as we try to decide which version of the truth is, actually true, many more are, contaminated by it.

So, should it NOT be important, to start developing a working cure for it, I mean, it’s not like, we can, put that, genie, BACK in the bottle, now that the bottle’s been, cracked, wide open, is it?  No.

So why are the leaders of this, “free world”, still trying to, figure OUT exactly, where this virus came from?  I can’t think of a reason, other than, because we ALL need, someone to BLAME for what’s currently, happening…

But as I’d stated before, this is still just, ONE woman’s opinions, on “stuff”…

The Epidemic Will Blow Over, and We Have to Be Practical in Restructuring of Everything

What we should be, taking from this outbreak of MERS-CoV as it, blows over, slowly…off of the Front Page Sections, translated…

As we’re, weathering through the current outbreak, and the war of man, when did our lives became the songs, “I’m Dream Walking”, and “As I Wake from Dreams”?

Today, the various industries are faced with the crises that came with the outbreaks, especially in the movie, the tourism, as well as the food industries, almost, completely, halted; no matter where we go, all that we see is, heartbreaks, and, the worries.  Surely, as the government officials started setting up the cases, to offer assistance to the various performance arts industries, but, the biospheres of these, of the unfair pays, is still, hidden in plain sight today.  Everybody in the industry knows it, that this is, bad, especially in the younger generation of, performers, surely, they’d, made a ton of progresses in their, creativity agencies, but, the returns of their shows, falters away from the creative presentations, this huge gap, unless you work in the industry, you can’t, even begin, to imagine it.

The dreams of the younger generations, that is, the new sort of production line that the future generation can find; but, in the process of filing for government assistance, they’re, the lesser, not only will the asking price get slashed, they’re also, forced to hire the famous performers that cost them more;  The three generations, surviving together, prospering together, to make, the more practical of the presentations; but what did the, younger generations gain at the very end?  As they’d, waited for their shares, it’s the older generations’ “leftovers” that they’re, accepting, and this hardworking generation of creative performers, are treated like, cheap laborers; the older generations tell them, to learn more, not asking much, so they will have their own chances later on; and, under this mindset, how can the younger generations have an equal ground for competition?

Comparing to internationally, Taiwan loved offering the contribution awards; it’s just, does the country consider, what sort of a push, do these, awards have toward the future of the performance arts industries?  Or, are these awards, past tense, with only, the imagined values assigned to them.  There are, a ton of musicians that I know, that as they were living, they’d not received, anything from the community, and after they’re, gone, they were, awarded, the “life-time achievement” awards, what they wanted, as nothing more than support, to keep creating, on Taiwan’s, behalf.

The prize money for the mother tongue music, is multiples of the pop music awards, but, does offering a higher prize guarantee, that the mother tongues will, get passed down?  Do these songs, actually stay on the charts?  And now, the cancellations of the shows are occurring, how will these, artists, survive?  The only option being, canceling the shows, and counting up the losses; how can the younger generations, keep on, losing the money they’re, supposed to make, when they’d, already, tapped into, the ticket sales that they don’t even, have.  Why not, raise up the prize money, and, spread it, among more categories of, winners instead.

Although Taiwan is small, but, don’t forget, how the people here are, hardworking, and how kindly we’re, treating others.  Like how we’re, currently coping with the world’s outbreak right now, wen can still, survive, by our own, self-restraints, and thank god, that the outbreaks will, come to an end eventually.  After the outbreaks had, ended, the impacts on economics is to be, imagined, if the government doesn’t discuss and come up with a good plan, on how to put on the more meaningful shows, and not gloating on how well it’s done it?  And the local regions don’t set up those, large-scale amphitheaters, that were only used, once or twice, but to, keep the dreams of the performers, the artists, the restaurant, the tourist industries, keep going…and focusing on whether or not they are all, able to, make comebacks?

Any of the countries has that competitive edge, and the abilities, to influence, the arms, the music, the humanities, are still, the best language used, in diplomacy; the ultimate goals of the arts, the final pursuits should be truth, kindness, and beauty, and, does this country still, deserve its, formal name of, “Formosa”, after this, strong wave of things, how to use the taxpayers’ hard earn dollars, Taiwan needs to, find the means of, being practical back again.

And so, this, is a criticism of how the current government is, squandering the money that the taxpayers paid, on bullshitting night market vouchers, travel vouchers, to give the “smaller sorts of blessings” back to the citizens, instead, the government should have a wider field of vision, and put that money (which WE paid into!!!), to better use, and yet, does this freaking government do this?  HECK no, because the current president is busying away, spending ALL of our, hard earned dollars, in giving these, god damn, USELESS “smaller blessings” back to its people.

This is what happens, in a government, when the officials, don’t have a farther, field of vision, and only see the trees, and, MISS out on that fire that’s, burning UP the F-O-R-E-S-T!

Why Had She, Married Me

I wonder, W-H-Y, is that, huh???  Translated…

MERS-CoV had, affected my moods.  But actually, it doesn’t matter where we all go on our family vacation, it’s dangerous all around.  Just like, for my dearly beloved wife and I, being married over twenty years, still very much in love, and this trip to Japan, we’d had, our equal shares of fights with each other.  We’d argued on the bigger matters of, should we wear those masks or not.  Which way to go, what to have for our suppers, just not that, it’s too pricey, and, as she’d gone into the shops, she’d always stated, “I’ll only be a minute!”

And, “how many articles of clothing we should bring for the kids?” this long debated over topic for instance.  My “he’s dressed too warm already, he’s turning eighteen soon”, and I still couldn’t win from, “Then, if he gets a fever and it’ll be your fault if we aren’t allowed on the flights tomorrow then!”  and I can, only use the advantage of how later on that day, as my wife shopped around, sweating all over, as if there are, nine suns shining inside the malls, asking my son in front of her, “Are you, cold?”, this sort of, a prickly language.  And my youngest was compliant, stated, “wow, you’re right dad, it’s, super, duper cold!”, and, his mother rolled her eyes, all the way around her head several times.

There are, still a ton of, repeated events, that occurred, outside of or within, our, awareness.  Like the heating packs.  I’d later discovered, that my child’s mother, took the ten packs that she went to Hokkaido with, when it wasn’t, that cold, packed it all back in, to the luggage to Kyoto again.  She’d, brought it along, like, a security blanket, whether it’s, actually, cold or not.

Just like, how we’d wanted something brand new on these trips, we’d wanted to, connected these streets and shops inside of, our memories, and finally, we’d, trekked through all the specialty stores of Kyoto in, three years, then, at four, we’d, bumped into a shop that’s, about to close for the day, to finally, sit ourselves down, for lunch.  As I sorted through the menu, ordered the foods, I feel my legs’ numbness, go all the way, into my brains.  My youngest son stated, “Mommy, you look like you’re, about, to cry from walking so long.’, a joke or sorts, and, it’d, accidentally, twisted open ALL the faucets available there in Kyoto.  His mother’s tears came overflowing outward.  And, my youngest and I stared at each other, felt like, it must’ve been, something that each other had done, to cause, all of this.

“Before the temple awhile ago, at Kiyomizu Buddhist Temple, I’d called out to you both, to take those masks off for the pictures,” she’d, sniffled and continued, “and, I’d called you two as our two sons…………”, then, she’d, finally, melted down.  Yeah, surely, this was, the very first trip we’d, taken, without, our, eldest son.

Just like, we needed a place to travel to, to help everybody get past something, through that long underpass shopping strip, to the train station in Osaka, we’d bumped into a kind girl, who’d, helped me wife load up on her bus pass.  As we’d found that the young woman was, also from Taiwan, my dearly beloved wife started, casting aside all of our, itineraries, and started that conversation with that young lady, and found she was here, for a work-vacation.  Then, she’d started, showing her cares and concerns of how the young woman’s mask wasn’t, thick enough, like it was, lined with, only, a thin piece of, gauze or something.  The young woman told her that she’d run all over the pharmacies, but, all the masks were, out.  Then, my dearly beloved wife suddenly, pulled out the medical-grade mask she’d prepared for this trip, a pack of FIVE!, placed it in the young woman’s hand.  After pushing it back repeatedly, this young woman finally, took it, this gift that’s, not bought or sold, along with the kindness, from a complete, stranger.

This made my goosebumps surfaced, and I’d, felt, mildly, proud of my wife too.  She’s, quite compassionate.  Just like, my losers friend told me, that’s why, she’d, married me.

And all of that led to your, final conclusion of, “that’s why she’d, married you!”, it’s because of how kind, how sympathetic, how empathetic your wife is in nature, that she’d, married you, and, you should be, blessed, to find a wife who’s, kindhearted like that too!