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Love is Confined…

Love is confined, to this, small, tiny, cheap motel room, with the wallpapers, peeling off, with the unchanged sheets with the stains from someone else’s use from before.

Love is confined, to this, one-day weekend we were, having, ‘cuz your wife’s, out for a day, and you’d, called me up, to score! And ‘cuz, I got, nothing better to do, I’d agreed to it! Love is confined, to this, cheap, roadside motel room, but, we still, have the love we share, don’t we? So, we’ll be, all right, right?

查看來源圖片what was, happening, photo from online

Love is confined, you’d not called me up in a long, long time, and, I’d, not called you either, we both knew, that beyond this room, we don’t, have ANYTHING that we should be, sharing! Love is confined, there’s, NO way to, free it now, and, it got, caged up, way too long, nobody let it out to go to potty, to exercise, and it’d, become, so depressed, it’d, tried to, KILL itself!

And, as we got together again, after, a very, very, very long while since the last time, inside, that cheap, roadside, motel room, you’d, scored, that final FUCK on me……

Then, it was, all over, I’d, put that bird that’s dying inside that cage out of, its misery!

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Being Classmates with My Son

Having someone you know in the class, it helps you, learn better, because the two of you can discuss together, and help each other understand the course materials you couldn’t quite understand yet, translated…

My son worked for a couple of years as a security guard, one day he’d suddenly told me, “Mom, I’m going to quit my job, and take the national exams!”

As I’d heard, I was, more than, ecstatic! I thought of the news reports of how the security guards got beaten to death, and how his coworkers had recently been injured on the job, had several stitches, I’d, given him my blessing, in my words, as through my actions, I’d, signed him up for the prep courses.

a father and a daughter taking the same graduate courses together, photo from online

 

My plans of life was to take twenty basic law courses first, and my son’s test was also, related to, law enforcement, and, we’d, both signed up for the penal law course, and, became classmates in the credited courses.

There was, another father-and-son pair in the penal law course, the two of them always sat on the first row, they’d taken the class very seriously. Although the father was older, he was, the student who’d, asked the most number of questions each class period. And, although I’d, audited a whole year’s worth of law courses, and earned nearly ten hours of credits, and listened closely in class, but, I have limited memory capacity, and can only, record the class sessions to get the key points, thinking I’ll, listen to the recordings often, to make up for the lacking of my memories. My son is shy in nature, had set at the last row in class, and, although, he’d not missed a single class, he’d not had any prior knowledge of the law, and, it’s hard for me to know, how much of the lectures he’d actually, understood.

Before this class was over, the former manager of his work called him up, wanting him to return back to the job. Because there’s a lack of workers, he’d promised, that my son could, set up his work schedule according to his classes, that maybe, he could, study the course material during his breaks from work. Although, I’d, told him he should, just, study hard, and prepare for the exams, but he’d, decided, to return back to work.

When he’d gone to his new workplace, turned out, his new manager was, also, a veteran in taking the national exams, and learned of his situation, he’d, started zooming in on my son, to make sure he was, hitting the books. As he’d stopped going to work, stayed at home to prepare for the exams, he’d often, gotten sidetracked, and, as he’d returned back to the workforce, his manager is, making sure he was, studying like he’s supposed to, he’d, made more progresses in his studies, compared to when he was at home doing it on his own.

Being classmates with my sons had many perks, once I couldn’t make it to class, and I’d asked him to record the lectures, and we can, discuss with one another on the cases, or things we can’t, quite understand. The finals of that penal code class, surely enough, the father-son pair made the highest grades, that father scored a 95, it’s truly, impressive. My son and I, scored, toward the bottom, but the professor was kind enough, gave me a final grade of eighty-one, but I know we didn’t work, hard enough, every day, we’d still, snuck in those Japanese soaps and comic books, we should, take from the father-son pair in our class, follow their, leads in studying hard.

As I’d, introspected over how I’d not worked, hard enough in class, I’d wanted to, tell my son, who’s, focused on his career, who’d, put in more energy, “Classmate, keep working at it!”

And so, this is the perks of having someone there with you in class, the two of you can discuss things you don’t quite understand together, help one another learn better, that’s what happened, to the father-and-son pair in the class, and the writer used them as a role model.

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Untitled for Life

All the things you deemed to be important, are actually, N-O-T!  Helping you put things into, perspective, thoughts from the wilderness, translated…

Laptop, succulent plants, the moon, the fog, the porridge, ended in a day.

The autumn wind became too famished like the screams of that gecko on the wall.

Using a vowel, trying to catch the aromas of the sweet olive from the lanai, and the habanero is also, turning red now.

what we’re, in pursuit of…artwork found online

Suddenly, the sweet talking nightingale started, cussing out.  Urine, held in, to allow all the noises to fall into, their, rightful places.

And so, this, is what you’re, reduced to, unimportant at night, and you need to go to the bathrooms, and something’s holding you back, and it’s, just this, urgency that if you don’t go, your bladder’s gonna, bust, and that, is what becomes, of your, life, meaningless………

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Regarding the Extracurricular & the Camps

Getting involved, in non-school related activities here, translated…

My youngest was headed out early in the morn, because the camp from her major was starting, as a freshman, she is very enthusiastic of all the activities hosted by her major.  I remembered, that, we’d, headed out before light for her last thing too, in the nearly zero degree icy cold floor of the CKS Memorial Hall, rolled around on the floorboards, it was her salsa club of her high school, she was responsible for coordinating a “recital of her younger schoolmates.”

My youngest started dancing from her kindergarten years to date, dance had become, her favorite.  It’s just, that her school teachers mentioned how if she’d worked too hard on her “hobby”, it may, cause her grades to slip, but she’d, asked us, not to worry, “the extracurriculars are important rites of passage, just let them give it all they got for this!”  but, I’d, found my daughter, with that lack, of enthusiasm, turned out, she had, dropped her activities, because she’s still, trying to figure out what she’s good at academically, she’d told us, “I’m more than certain about dance, and anything else, is not good enough for me.”  Until her final year in high school, she’d, transferred from the sciences, to the social sciences, and now, she’s, in the major she has great interests in, communications, and, she’d, danced every day, and now, she’d, gone out early in the morn, for her summer camp activities.

查看來源圖片the assortments of activities, not related to the academic…photo from online

My eldest and I, were both into the extracurriculars in our high school years, I’d, gotten involved in two groups, one was for vanity, the band, the other, school paper.  Being in band, I’d, played the trumpet, without much talent, just so I can, put on that marching uniform that made me shine on flag day, and, walking across the podium before the President’s Office.  As for the school paper, it was, where my heart lies, I’d, let my own, writing talents, poured out.  I’d recalled, how hard it’d been that I had, worked, on every topic, how I’d, gone to the shopping marts, to find the old photos, to do the interviews, and published my not-mature-enough writings, wanted to pour all of my doubts of the world, my feeling lost for my future, along with my dissatisfaction toward school, all out in the open.

I can no longer recall how the periodical had, turned out, but, my grades, slipped, and, that became, a F-A-C-T.

I’d found a university that I really don’t hate to study in, but the major I was in, it wasn’t anywhere near my interest profile.  And, by then, editing the periodicals, no longer, satisfied my mind, maybe back then, love was, taken up half of my mind.

And yet, because I’d, lost love, I’d, decided, to go for the president of the club, to let myself, embrace this major I’d, found myself to be in, tired, to learn to be a, leader.  And so, the memories of my college years, were revolved around the freshmen orientations, the camps, the seminars, the book fairs, the competitions.  I recalled all the guest lecturers I’d invited, remembered all the shows we’d put on for the freshmen orientations, recalling that freshman ball we hosted, remembered the singing and skit competition I’d, set up, remembering being in the trainees of the officers of the clubs of the school too, along with how I continued being the team counselor as I went into my senior year.

I’d once not wanted to graduate, because I loved being a student too much.  And, the best memories of being a student, are from, the extracurricular activities, as we’d, entered into the groups on our own, there’s, too many connections there.  Like how I watched my eldest get too excited as she’d, started, editing the footage, like how I imagined my youngest happily, leading the freshmen, because she’s, finally, a sophomore.

查看來源圖片volunteer counts too!  Photo from online

Some had found their significant others in the extracurricular groups, like my eldest brother and sister-in-law.  A lot of people found what they truly loved, like my youngest and I.  Recently, I’d, edited a periodical of a bookstore, and, I’d, found my passions there, and that, was when I’d, recalled, this, was what I loved, doing back then.

And so, these extracurricular activities in college, they’d not, only enriched our schooling careers, but it may also, point us, toward the directions of our, future jobs too, and so, don’t be too worried, when your own young got too involved in their extracurricular activities, besides, the university years aren’t about making the grades, it’s about, discovering, who we are!!!

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The Paradise Called Childhood, Lost…

The paradise called childhood, lost, and no matter how hard you’d tried, you will, NEVER get it back again.  The paradise called childhood, lost, for good, and, it’s, never found again, and, even as you’d, backtracked to what went wrong back then, there’s, still NO way of making up, for the loss of time you were supposed to have been, allotted, through childhood.

The paradise called childhood, lost, forever, and, it’s, never found, because, just like how Alice never dug herself back out, of that Rabbit Hole, after her head was, chopped off by the Queen of Hearts???  (I mean, how can you possibly still DIG your way out of a hole, IF you got your heads chopped off, right???  Think about it for a sec…).

like this abandoned Teddy by the side of the road???  Photo from online…

The paradise called childhood, lost, don’t know when I lost you, childhood, but, you’d been gone for so long now, and, even though, it’s, not at all normal, for a child like me, to live without a proper childhood, I had, forced myself to adapt, to growing up without you in my younger years…

The paradise called childhood, lost, and nobody knows how, it was here, just a short while ago, but, it’s not here now, perhaps, it fell through to the depth of that rabbit hole, and, never dug itself out, like Alice???

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When You Tripped & Fell

The help from complete strangers, and, it’d made your life better, as well as the ones you’d helped out too, translated…

As you were growing up, when you’d, fallen carelessly, your parents who wanted you to have that smooth ride in life, in a panic, had always reminded you, to get back up on your own.  The parents of that era would always, pass along the wisdoms of life in every day, because the road to your future, you shall, walk by yourselves.

like this???查看來源圖片photo found online

In reality, before the years had given you that “label” of old, if you’d, tripped and fallen flat on your face in public, other than feeling embarrassed, before you feel the pains from your trip and fall, you can only, get back up in a hurry.  Once, I saw a woman, tripping by the tiles that were, uneven by the sidewalks, I’d rushed toward her to see if she needed any assistance, she’d gotten back up in a hurry, and stated, “I’m sorry”, this was, out of embarrassment, seeing how she was okay, I’d helped her pick up the purse that flew out of her hand, she’d told me thank you repeatedly, and left, I couldn’t help but mumbled to myself, “thank heavens she’s not injured!”

And I also, had more than my share of trips and fall, as I’d, begun to age.  Sometimes, I’d, gotten too distracted by all around me, not paid attention to where I was walking, then, tragedy came towad me, and, the best way I’d, handled the matter, to save myself from embarrassment was, to pick up my belongings, and made my escape from where I’d, tripped and fallen.  But, the years took their tolls, as I entered into the bottomhalf of my life, it seemed, that even if I wanted to, I’d, had a hard time.

At this time, I’m, physically weakened, my bodily functions started, not listening to my commands, and, even AS I’d paid attention to where I was going, there were, still, multiple dangers lurking all around me, and, there would be those moments of unexpected falls I had had.  Once, I was wearing a mask, my eyes were blocked from seeing well, plus, the skies didn’t have enough lifht, I couldn’t tell there were the uneven pavements, I’d, tripped and fallen too hard, my body fell, like I was, trying to slide onto a base in a baseball game, it hurt so bad I couldn’t get back up immediately, the young man who was sliding on his cell phone close by, was alerted my the huge crash I’d made, he’d turned his head, looked at me, I’d originally thought he was, going to come over, and give me a hand so I could, stand back up, but instead, he’d, focused his attention back, to his cell phone; being optimistic, I could, only make fun of myself, must be, that I looked, young, that was why he’d, felt he’d not needed to, lend me a helping hand.  And, as I’d, switched my mindside, the pains seemed to, fade away a bit, and, I got up, in one breath.

圖/Tai Perawith all those eyes watching, and NOBODY lending a helping hand, illustration from UDN.com

After this awful experience, as I met someone who was in a similar predicament, I’d emplored more empathy.  Once as I was rushing to my community college to class, on my way, I saw an elderly man, who was walking along the parking spots for the scooters, not saw the pavements, he’d fallen down hard.  A young woman who was coming towards him from the opposite direction and I were the first “witnesses”, other than exclaiming aoud, we’d rushed over to the elderly, to check if he was, okay.  I squatted down, used my umbrella, to shade the elderly man from the sun,, and picked up the shoe he’d lost to the side, attempted to help him put it back on, but he couldn’t, have enough strengths to, while another man standing to the side just, looked at us, with that cold stare; as the middle aged woman who’d just, parked her bicycle saw, she’d used her experience, and confirmed that the elderly had a fracture on his hips, that he needed to be taken to the hospital immediately; with his pains worsening, the elderly man finally agreed, to allow us to call for help on his behalf.  Back then, I’d, acted as the interim “commander”, had the helpful young lady dial up emergency, then, asked the middle age woman to help notify the elderly man’s families, while I’d tried to calm the man down, and had him recite the phone numbers of his loved ones, and, as he’d become, a bit confused by the numbers, he’d spoken to himself, “that sounded right…”, and thankfully, the number he’d given, was the correct one, and, as I’d used the phones to call up the elderly’s son, I handed the phone to him, so he could tell his son what had happened, so his families won’t mistake the call as a scam, at this time, the ambulace finally rushed over, and, the accident ended well, then, I’d, gotten back up, toward my community college, and, my steps became lighter, because I’d, helped someone in needx.

In the trips and falls we may all have in our lives, if there are someone who was willing to, help us out, give up a helping hand, helping us get back up, it will, give us all a boost, to keep on, moving forward in our lives; and, I’d much rather become the help that someone else needed, because the way of life is twisting and winding, and none of us would know when we will, need a helping hand ourselves, and, if we can all be a part of this cycle of kindness, we might be able to, reduce something tragic from happening all around us.

And so, this, is what you’d gained, from helping someone in need out, you’d, felt that you’d lent the elderly man a helping hand, and in helping out, your empathy was, activated, because you’d hoped that someone would be willing, to help you out when you get into a jam, besides, you’d had a previous bad experience when you’d needed the help, and the person around you, didn’t give a SHIT, and you don’t want anybody to tell helpless like you had that time.

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The Lawmaker was Accused of Domestic Violence by His Girlfriend, He’d Found Himself an Attorney

A member of the legislation, accused of abuse by her/his partner, from the Front Page Sections, bad news, and the abuser IS a lawmaker too!!!  Translated…

The member of the legislative committee of the Executive Department, Tang was accused by his girlfriend last year for domestic violence, his girlfriend accused, that last May, they started arguing about the matter of pets, Tang bit her arm, and, got physically violent on her, injured her leg, yesterday, they’d trash-talked each other on FB, “Could it be that you’d taken what you saw in the legislative department home?”

The man, Tang and his office didn’t make any statement yesterday, the spokesperson of the Legislative Department, Kolas Yotaka stated, that Tang already hired an attorney for the matter, and everything will go accordingly to the judiciary process.

Based off of understanding, the girlfriend who was bitten by Tang took the injury examinations report she got from the hospital to the police to report the domestic violence she’d endured through with Tang, that last May, the two of them started fighting on matters relating to the dogs, and the fight got worse and worse, they’d started pulling at each other, Tang bit her arms, and pushed her down, she’d injured her foot because of his pushing her.

The girlfriend thought that that was all the fight was, but, Tang lost emotional control suddenly, ran to the lanai acting like he was about to take the leap; the girlfriend saw, took out her cell, started recording, then, as she recorded him, she’d gone up to pull him back down, to prevent him from attempting to commit suicide.

Tang’s girlfriend didn’t press charges immediately, until half a year ago, as the statutory period was almost up, did she go to the local substation to press charges against him; toward the police inquiries, she’d been, more than conservative, and only provided them with the documentations of her foot injuries and being bitten, and told the police what happened simply, and didn’t mention of prior incidents that may, or may not have happened from before.

Three days ago, Tang’s girlfriend stated on FB, “the legislator, Tang has NO say in my interpersonal relations.”; early yesterday morning, she’d posted, the violence came and went, “is this a representation of what’s happening in the legislature right now?”.

In an interview in November of 2016, as the very first cross-gender legislator, Tang said, that he’d been with his partner for over a decade, that they understood one another perfectly, “I feel like my destiny is intertwined with hers”; they live together, shared two dogs, seven cats, a total of nine “companion animals”.

And so, this, is a bad example, if what this woman accused her partner is true, and, the partner is a lawmaker too, and, if a member of the legislature couldn’t even follow the laws, how do we expect our country, run by these, law breaking lawmakers to run well?

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