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Birds of, Faces

On how we are, trapped, by our own, fates, destined, to repeat that same, cycle, again, and again, and again, day after day, after day, after day, after, day…translated…

I.

The Birds, not Measured by the Flocks or Singularly, but a Singular, a, Bundle of, the Mountains, the Lakes, or even, a Day.————The Birds, They No Longer Wanted to Live in the Measurements of, Humans Again.

A Bird, it May Not be a, Bird, But that Heart.  A Heart that Falls Downward…………All Things that Came to Fall, Will Be Mistaken as being able to Fly, Especially for Birds.

Birds, When They’re in Flight, Lose the Quantitative Measurement, Along with Their Forms of, Being Assigned as, Birds

So, what you see, isn’t, what actually, is, things aren’t what they appeared to be, and yet, we often get too caught up in the forms of things, without realizing, that there could be, the possibilities, of what we perceive being, something else.

II.

illustration by the writer, off of UDN.com

The Eggs of Birds, Fitting to Use in the Poetry, or the, Cooking of, Dishes, as Well as, for the, Working Class.

The Circular, Slouching into Work, Getting Sat on, Hatching Out.  The Time Waited for it to Incubate, the Space Incubating it too, coming into form and being, for the Sake of a Brand New, Beautiful, World

Finally, Broken Out of that Shell, Ahhh, that Round, that Round Face of, a, Clown.

The Ears are the Wings on the Face, Flying Upward, Higher, Higher, Higher Up in the Air, Leaving Everything Behind, Yet, Falling Back, into, the Karmic, Cycles.

And so, this is on being, STUCK, as what we are, our roles that we play in the world, we can’t, escape that, no matter how we try, and, we can’t fight it, because, we got, PUT in our, places here.

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As My Husband Got, Possessed

The ELECTRA complex, coming full-circle again, and this time, her ass didn’t get, kicked by it!  Translated…

To tell the truth, if my husband got possessed, there’s, nothing I can do.

After my father passed, his things weren’t what I could handle, thankfully, I’d only needed to hint at my husband, he’d, understood me, and, went to my mother’s home to sort out my father’s things with me.  Those things that remained, were of my mother’s, too, and what us, sisters, left behind at our parents’ home after we were married and moved out.

Lost track of how many days it’d taken for us to clear things up, only that my husband saw this, and that, and told me, that we could use them in the futures.  To thank him for helping me out, I can only ask, “you sure?  Don’t stack the items all over the places at home.”  He’d patted his chest, “don’t worry about it!”

A lot of things, by first look, I’d known, wasn’t my mother’s, must’ve been the “treasures” my father discovered somewhere.  My father became demented in the elderly years, I’d guessed at his path to collecting the items, guessed that maybe what he’d, picked up were those, lost dreams of his.  But, I suppose, my husband won’t have those, symptoms, thankfully, all he’d brought back from my parents’ home were put up nice and neat.  It’s, just that afterwards, things became, a bit, weird.

When there were the large items taken out by the curb that’s waiting to get, recycled, my husband would study them, to see if they’re, worth, something, even if there were the parts that he’d found useful, he’d, taken the things apart, and brought it back home.  But he’d not stacked these junks all over the place, so I’d, turned a, blind eye to his ways, and, not nagged him over them.

One day, he’d made him home earlier in his early morning exercises, entered in from the driveway, with a few iron rods on his arms, strutted in like a warrior who’d won some prizes.  Because of the angle of the sunlight, I couldn’t see him.  He’d called out before I said anything to stop him, “You’re only getting up and going to the markets now?”, I got awakened suddenly, “WHAT is it this time?”, he’d stayed calm, “this is good metal, it’s zinc plated, it wouldn’t become rusted up”.  He’d strutted forward without stopping, and, brushed by me, and pressed the elevator button to go upstairs.  And, my useless awakeness, left me, speechless then.

He was about to take in a preowned desktop, and, there were already, the occupants on his desk and I became troubled where to put it, and it was like he’d, suddenly remembered the location of a treasure he’d stashed somewhere, long, ago, flipped out the board he brought from my parents’ home, the parts he dissembled of the machine from the side of the roads, took him two days, he’d actually, made a computer desk with the extensions that’s the flexi sort.  Although, it wasn’t an original that fitted with the computer, but, he’d spent nothing on the parts, and, what he’d made actually, worked, how can I not, hooray him?

One day he’d come home from his walk, and, he’d gone into the bathroom as he’d come in.  I had my back to the door, felt him, stealthily, behind me, but, I was into my book and didn’t care, then, the water running from the faucet in the bathrooms, and there’s the rustling of scrubbing something.  Turned out, he’d made his way back out of our home, to bring in a screen door he’d found.  I’d thought about my mother’s complaints when she was still alive, “your father NEVER dared bring home the things he’d found, and, as he saw me busying in the kitchen, then, he’d, opened the door, to move what he’d picked up on his walk in.”  I’d caught him all right: “hey!  Why are you, moving this screen door in?”, he was working hard, scrubbing away, without lifting his head, “I’d already measured the size, this is the exact fit for the window frame of our front balcony, that way, the bugs can’t, get in.”  that screen door we had, was blown off by the typhoons many, many years ago, and now, he’d feared that the bugs would get into our home, it’s for my benefit, and I should, thank him.

Two days ago on the way home by bus from my grocery trip, I’d stared out the windows to see the views along the way.  Half way up the mountains here was, a man in a white shirt, loose casual pants with his wrists together behind his back—that stature, those clothes, is it, dad?  What, it’s past the month of the opening of the gates of hell, thankfully he’d, took that baseball cap that belonged tour son, for me, to confirm that it was, my husband.  SHIT!  Is it, possessed now?

Thinking on it, both him and my father were, tall men from the north, and both were of the same ranks in the armed services too.  When the left sock had a hole, my husband would switch the sock to wear on his right foot for a bit, then, toss it out, when my father was in his eighties, he’d had me use the threads and needles to patch up the holes in HIS socks too.  He’d worn those two outfit at home, and, always silent at home like that shadow that lurked, and, as they both met some stranger and chatted it up, they couldn’t, stop talking to the unknown strangers they just, met.  Both enjoyed noodles, and traditional Chinese buns, never picky on food, as the purpose of food served the only purpose of satisfying their, hungers.

Did I, use my father as a prototype, and I’d, found my, husband?  And, that figure that looked EXACTLY like my father, who was actually, my own, husband, and I’d, thought about how he was, possessed by my own, deceased father from before, then, my lips, curled up into a, smile.

So, the Electra complex still came full-circle here, we select our husbands, based off of the prototypes of our own father, and we can NEVER escape this, and this woman found the “shadows” of her own father in her husband, and, it’s like she still has her father with her, even after he was, gone, because her husband IS the exact replica of her own, dear old, dad!

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Right to Bear Arms, Discrimination, Hate: the Law Enforcement Overuse of Firearms Causing Death Increased in Prevalence, a Long Way from the Reforms

How the overflowing availabilities of gun is one problem, and how the police’s overuse of gun power is another, and there are, other factors to consider in this, and until the U.S. tackles every one of these factors, and change the means of training, and how the police forces “equate” colors with threat, there are going to be more, racially related murders by guns in the U.S., that’s not going to change, NOT anytime soon!  Off of the Front Page Sections, translated…

Yesterday, the news from Tennessee of the five African American police officers in an arrest, beaten an African American teen to death, this caused the local communities and the African American communities to start protesting.  The American President, Biden stated that he was angered by this and felt heartbroken over what had happened; the former president, Obama stated, that there’s a long ways to go, to reeducate the police forces on how they patrol the streets.

But, a lot of people want to know, how come, there are, the growing number of cases where police in enforcing the law, civilians were being, murdered off?  And, how come, most of the victims of the police brutality, why are they mostly African American males?  For instance, from the March 1991 case where the African American male, Rodney King, was brutally beaten by three LAPD officers, causing the riots in L.A. back in 1992; along with the May, 2020, a middle-aged African American male got choked to death with the police choking his throat in Minnesota by the officers on duty, which started up the “Black Lives Matter” movement all around the U.S.  Clearly, the American police’s overuse of forces causing the African American citizens to get killed still continues on to this very day.  But why?  I sum up the five main causes here: first, the legal ownership of guns: because the American citizens are allowed to legally own arms, the excessive guns in the current situation in the States right now, everybody feared getting shot, so everyone owns a gun (for self-defense), casing the vicious cycle of distrusting one another.  And due to the legal ownerships of guns, there are many shootings, the guns going off in accidents (including school shootings, the six-year-old student shooting a school teacher).  Due to the excess of arms causing the officers on duty to become hypervigilant, which leads to the next cause.

Secondly, the police’s life are at all moment, in danger: because of the excess of weapons, the police’s natural reaction is that they automatically assume that the citizens they came into contact with are, armed.  And, under this mindset, the officers on duty worried over getting shot by the ordinary citizens, which led them to become extremely alert, to stay, alive, to prevent getting killed.  And, behind this state of mind, is relative to these three following factors.

Third, the problems of racism remain unresolved: the racism in the U.S. is still growing more and more serious, no matter if it’s toward African Americans, Asian Americans, they were the racial slurs, and the discriminatory behaviors against these minorities.  And, the African Americans are the least advantageous, which causes the vicious cycle, with the crime rates in the areas of African American residents being higher too than average; or, the officers on duty holding that higher level of alertness toward the minority groups.

Fourth, the hate that comes from being discriminated again.  This hate, with the excessive supplies of firearms, will cause many more lives to get, lost.  For instance, there’s the elderly Asian killing the Asian woman, and how in the outbreaks, the Asians often became targeted, all of this has to do with hate and fear, and racism.  And so, when hate is in place, and the guns are easily owned, there are, the built up of the murders in the society all around the U.S.

Fifth, the training of the officers should emphasize: the difficulties in resolving all of the above issues, or at least, for the time being, or in the, near future too.  But, we can use the police training to help the law enforcement become more aware, to strengthen the means of justice in police enforcing of the law.  Because the American police are local, not of federal matter; it’s hard to say, that this sort of education can get set up on the state of local government levels.  Or maybe, other than the functions of fighting crimes, the police forces needed to go through the continued education, trainings, the awareness seminars, to help reduce these, tragedies.

And so, this summed up why and how come, there are, so many, hate crimes, overuse of force in police in carrying out the laws in the U.S., causing the people to die: the overflowing of GUNS, because it’s our SECOND AMENDMENT right to BEAR arms!

But, if the guns aren’t that easily accessible, then, those shooters can’t get their hands on them, and, there would be, surely, a whole lot deaths caused by guns.

I agree, that police need more training, and, that this is a impossible thing to accomplish, because, as studies (don’t ask me which ones) showed, that colored persons are more easily misperceived as holding up a WEAPON when we’re holding up something harmless, like a pen, as interpreted by the police, because the law enforcement officials had been “groomed” to equate skin colors with danger, and this is rooted down too deep, and it can’t be changed that easily.  So yeah, EXPECT more of us who are, “minorities” to DIE by gunshot here.

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The Air, My Friend

The column by Jimmi Liao, translated by me…

My New Raincoat’s Way Too Pretty,

I Don’t Want it to, Get, Wet.

the artwork of Jimmi Liao, courtesy of UDN.com

That’s just, how it works, sometimes, isn’t it?  We get ourselves something to serve a, specific purpose, but, we don’t want to use it, so it stays, brand new, like we just picked them up from the shop, and that totally, defeats the purposes of us, going out, to buy that, particular, item, doesn’t it?

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Those Who are “Faithful” Got the Positions in the Government, WHO Did We “Teach” with Our, Votes?

Our votes teaches the DDP, absolutely NOTHING, as the party is already too, corrupt to be, reformed, it’s rotten down to the cores, and unless we the people uprise, and overthrow our government, but we’re all, way too, civilized to do so, so we continued to be, enslaved by our, government here, off of the Front Page Sections, translated…

The head of state, Chen is in office today!  The former head of State, Su suddenly resigned right before the New Year’s, and, it’d, made all the second-in-command heads of offices ill at ease for the ten days’ worth of New Year’s.  As the game of musical chair only finished up over the nine-in-one elections.  The government officials are like rats in that race, and, nobody from the outside can understand what was going through their, minds.  But, how about, what’s on we the people’s, minds?

Life is, a gamble, like Shakespeare had stated in Julius Caesar.  The higher up government officials had rolled the die due to the opportunities that presented themselves, and, the chess game of the party it’s a win or lose, but, every four years, there’s, the tortures to be expected, and there’s the insulting questioning of the local representatives, or the finger-pointing of the officials, to keep the statures of the higher up of government, it’s, nothing, easy!

with the government officials too easily, bought!

political comic from online

Ahhhhh!  They’re now, regretting becoming the officials of the government for sure!

As citizens, every time elections roll around, we are all way too pleased, that we’d used our votes, to “teach” the unfitting officials from that, abusive party.  But, this sort of a pendulum of election, the moving the officials around into various posts, does it, really have an effect in changing the structures of benefits in the political, biosphere?  If it costs close to hundreds of millions of dollars for a local office election, over billions of dollars for the presidential elections, perhaps we the people, are just, simply, way too, naïve, in believing that our votes can and will teach those who hoard powers anything at all!

That’s right, this still just showed, how even as the abusive party lost out, it still doesn’t DO shit, we still hadn’t taught the DDP a thing, and, there’s, that desperate need for the people’s revolution against our government, it’s just, that we’d been, enslaved too long, gotten, too used to, being controlled by the DDP, even IF we revolted, and overthrow the DDP, made SURE, that it gets kicked OFF of the political realms of things, who’s to say, that some other corrupt party won’t rise up again someday in the near future?  So yeah, we’re still involved in this, war that we can’t, EVER, win here!

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U.S. and China Going to War Over Taiwan?  The Majors of the House: it’s Quite Possible

Yeah, uh, I highly doubt that, because, how HUGE is CHINA???  13 billion, that’s how many, dollars of earnings again???  Yeah, it’s, SUICIDE, if U.S. goes to WAR with China, and it still would NOT be for Taiwan, but what U.S. wants from Taiwan, the semiconductor chips technologies, so yeah, we can all become, delusional and dream here!  Off of the Front Page Sections, translated…

The American Airforce admiral, Minihan warned in a memo, that U.S. may declare war on China two years from now.  The leader of the Republicans of the House of Representatives, McCall stated on the 29th, that it’s quite likely, that U.S. would engage in conflict with China over Taiwan.

Minihan in a memo stated, “I hope I’m wrong, but my instinct tell me, that we will go to war with China in 2025.”

Reuters disclosed, that McCall told “Fox News”: “I hope he’s wrong, but I think he’s, right!”

preparing for war in 2025!

photo from MSN

Minihan’s views does not speak for the Pentagon, but it showed the worries of the higher up military department’s worries over how China might takeover Taiwan.  In the memo, he’d pointed out, that the presidential elections of both Taiwan and U.S. are coming up in 2024, that this may be an opportunity for the Chinese military to move in with the military.

McCall told, that if China can’t use a more civil mean to take over Taiwan, then, “in my view, the Chinese may well invade with the military and we must be, prepared for that.”

He’d accused that the Democratic Party retreating out of Afghanistan, leaving the place in a total mess, showing the weakness of the U.S., that this may well cause war to happen between the U.S. and China.

McCall stated, “we may get into conflict with China, there’s a high chance of war in the Indo-Asia and Taiwan region”.

And if this man predicted correctly, then, we the people of this god DAMN island are all, SCREWED, we got NO military trainings, and men aren’t doing their service terms right, and, there’s, just this, total LACK of, discipline in the military, because the government is still rotten, from the very top down, and, based off of the way things are going, we might just, hand ourselves in to China, because, waiting on the aid of U.S., yeah, uh, that’ll, happen, and, if war is to break out, then, this land will NOT be pretty NO more (so???), instead this would be a place with the landmines, and, the people would need to store up the cheese pieces (for the rats as rewards of them finding the mines for us!)…

War is NO good for anyone, and yet, that’s where the world is heading towards, WAR, with the east against the WEST, using TAIWAN, as a, pawn!

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Who Cares, about the Missions of the, People?

As that game of, musical chair of the government’s head of offices got, switched to, final stage, let’s see who’s getting, WHAT here!  Off of the Front Page Sections, there’s absolutely NO considerations of professional knowledge or skill sets of the requirements of the various offices of the government here!  Off of the Front Page Sections, translated…

The president, Tsai had named the former vice Chen as the head of state, and Chen promised that he shall be kind and gentle in the position, to fulfill the four major tasks that Tsai had, assigned to him, to go with Tsai on the last more than five-hundred days of her, term.  But, the researcher the Central Research Institute, Chen reminded, that Chen must understand what the missions of the people are, because in times of democratic ruling, the most important task of the elected officials is to serve we the people, not to fulfill the requirements assigned to him by the, president.

do we have a flush, a sraight, a royal flush, or what??? Found online

Tomorrow, the new head of state will be sworn into office, Chen posted the candidates of his office, all the major heads are now, assigned, most were from Su’s horses and men, but, the majority were made up of Tsai’s own personal, favorites.  Tsai stated that she’d assigned four major tasks to Chen, in actuality, she only wanted him to obey her orders, to help her keep her authority for this, last mile of her, presidency.

The new offices of the state had kept most of the officials of Su’s term as head of state, and this upset the people, and there’s no persistence of work to be expected or seen.  For instance, the head of foreign affairs, Wu, the chair of Agricultural Committee, Chen, and the head of department of Welfare & Sanitations, Shue, their either wolfs, or fighting cocks, how could they be warmed up towards we the people?  With the head of economics, sacrificing the environment, allowing the windmill powers, the seaweed reefs be used for the electricity provisions; the head of environment office kept, ignoring the protests of the environmental, groups, who can they be firm enough?  What’s most hilarious, is that Chen used all his might, to keep the secretary of the State office, Lee, that he’d not paid ANY mind to all the other, major positions of the various departments of government, so, it’s, a split of the land by the conquerors then?

Chen’s leading the offices of cabinet of Tsai, maybe, it will, help her keep that last dignity of hers as, president, as for if he will be able to, fulfill the wills of Tsai, perhaps, Tsai does NOT even, care.  The problem is: Who then, cares, enough about, the missions, the lives, the welfares of, we the, people?

So, that “game” of musical chair of the government officials, ended, and, all those, improper, ill-fitted, unprofessional head of whatever, stayed under the president’s, thumb, and she wanted those who will carry out her will, and, so, naturally, those whom she assigned to the various posts are nothing more than, puppets, as Tsai continues her “work” as the hand behind those, strings…

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The Rainbows Keeping Watch Over the Phones Late in the Nights in the, Cities, a Passerby in Someone Else’s, Life

The volunteer lines for the LGBT communities, in training here, this is something that’s, needed, with the increase of sexual and gender diversity, translated…

“Hi, this is the homosexual hotline, how may I be of service to you!”, this was the instinctive response that got etched into my mind the year I’d worked as a call receiver of the hotlines.  Picked up the phones, was like getting the buttons turned on, immediately, I’d gotten into the various modes of answering, ready to catch the LGBT communities’ various troubles.

I’d signed on to be a volunteer, right after the public policies votes.  That was when a lot of people felt upset, with the strong sense of, helplessness passing through the LGBT community.  “What can I do, for them?”, it’s this thought that’s, got me, involved.

The Tiny “Secret Room”

In the times of convenience communications app, who still use the landlines?  But, in the tiny room of the call center, there were, several landlines, with the volunteers, sitting in their seats, talking in whispers, looking a bit, mysterious.

Although it was called a “hotline”, but there are, a lot of the small cliques, for instance, “same-sex families”, “A.I.D.S. prevention”, “gender education”, etc., etc., etc., many of these groups needed to reach outward, the team members are all very active.  Comparing, the volunteers of the call center were much, quieter, and the other groups’ volunteers would always joked, “the call center volunteers are all, autistic!”

like peeling the layers of an onion off! Illustration from UDN.com

Surely, the most active place for the volunteers is, inside that tiny room, the door into the room was like a threshold, only the call operators are allowed in.  And, as we’d gone in to answer the calls, we’d, used the “false names”, and the privacies of every unique case does NOT leave the room, so, nobody knows exactly, what we’re, doing in there, and so, that made the other volunteers, feel, a bit, distant, to us.

It’s not easy to become an operator in that tiny room, we’d had to, go through the evaluations: signing up, getting evaluated, train for six months, and we had to pass an oral exam.

How Can Pressing an Elevator Button be an Obstacle?

But, I never imagined, that the very first obstacle I would come across, was pressing the elevator, button.

The location of the hotline office was at the busy Roosevelt Road, first time in, as I just stepped into the elevator, about to press the button for my floor, I’d, hesitated—there’s, a ton of different folks in and out of the building, there were, the employees of the offices, and also, the residential elderly people too.

The alarm started sounding inside my mind, like everybody was staring AT my, finger, I’d feel anxious: how would the perceive me, after I’d, pressed the “12” for the floors?

But, it’d not mattered which number I’d pressed, there are more than the hotline office on the twelfth.  For a while, I’d felt uneasy over the reactions—but, WHAT was I, fearful, of?

This shame and secret got buried in my mind, and, for a very long, long time, as I got to talking with the volunteers of the hotlines, I’d found, that I wasn’t, alone in feeling like so.

Getting Involved with the LGBT Communities & Getting to Know Myself Again

After I got past the obstacle of the elevators, first what I’d needed to learn, is getting acclimated with the LGBT culture and the community: the gays, the lesbians, the trans, the bis, the gay and lesbian Christians, to the families of homosexuals, and we also needed to familiarize ourselves with the topics of safe sex, and the bad reputations for A.I.D.S.

“Gay” is too generalized a term, and we only know the tips of that huge, iceberg, so, going to classes was like opening up the minds, from the uses of the terms, the cultures (why are there more and more gay bars in business but the trans bars going out of businesses?), to the societal debates (how the H.I.V. patients would get turned down by the dentists?), and it’d made me wondered, was the world I used to know, for real?

And all of these, are what the callers faced, from their, day-to-day interactions.  The male homosexuals’ are mostly concerned about their statures; the lesbians, dealing with the dual impacts of being females and lesbians, and, with the Gay bars more in numbers than the T-bars, which made well be related to how the females can’t feel safe enough to go out at night.

There are a ton of callers who worried over illnesses too, they’d gotten scanned multiple times, but still worried of contracting A.I.D.S.  Reason why this is a primary fear is due to how the media press equated H.I.V. and A.I.D.S. with gays and lesbians, which is why those who’d contracted H.I.V. still keeps on hitting the walls in their lives, for instance, the dentists would use the excuses of “we don’t have the equipment to offer you your needed treatment” to turn them away, but, others who have illnesses by blood contact rarely got, stereotyped or, discriminated against.

Other than knowing those who aren’t the same as we are, we also need to get to know ourselves.  That’s where the “groups” came in, the volunteer candidates would split into groups, led by those with most experiences to supervise, to take turns sharing the experiences, to dissect life, the process of accepting, hen, with the supervising individual, and the rest of the group, offering positive feedback.  Before we can help anybody else, we need to know our own, selves, this was, what I’d learned, the most important lesson, of all.

The Rehearsals that Left My Heart Bumping

Surely, we also needed training in the, various, counseling, techniques too: identifying the emotions, empathy, and disclosures of our own, selves, and know the S.O.P. of taking the calls of the hotlines: greeting the individuals, understanding why they’re calling, in the conversations, collecting the data about the persons (i.e. age, students or in employment, gender orientation, gender identification, city the individuals live in, etc., etc., etc.).  After we get to know some specifics about these individual callers, we’re, better able to, give them the fitting, responses.

The supervisors in class often told us, “don’t rush into giving advice”, if the advices are unfitting, to the point of not responding correctly to the callers’ problems, then, we would be misunderstood as we can’t understand them, instead, catching the callers’ emotions first, to establish that trust in conversation.

On paper, it all sounds, simple, but, putting these theories to practice, that was, something, else!  We would split up into groups, the supervisors would play the caller, we’d taken turns, answering the calls, and, the members whose turns are still on the way, would sit close by and take notes—those exposed, the wrong words being used, the awkward silence, all get, captured down, and we would be evaluated on afterwards.

The supervisors used a multitude of means to interact with us.  Some had, comforted us, “this is only for a few short minutes, you can, do it!”, while other supervisors get into characters right away, started in the roleplay, cried, ranted, cussed, everything, and it’d, made us, too flustered—while in reality, that, is how, multifaceted the callers can be in our line of, work!

Am I, Only, on the, Starting, Lines?

After the test trials, can we start, working on, the, hotlines?  Not yet!  There’s still, a final, and not everybody passes!  On the day of the test, the supervisor I was assigned to played the role of an anxious mother of a gay/lesbian person, started grilling at me, “how do I know that my son/daughter is gay/lesbian?”  “Can’t my child become, ‘normal’ again?” I’d used empathy, to get to the emotions being the caller, avoiding the “right answers” that might “kill”, fearing the caller would, hang, up.  But, she’d not accepted my means, and continued on, and I was, stuck.  As the session ended, the supervisor asked me, “why didn’t you just tell me that you didn’t know?”, then, it’d, dawned on me, how multivariate the callers can be, that there’s no one-answer-fit-all, and we can only, search for the right direction in the words of, our, exchanges.

I’d felt, very, defeated, and felt that I’d not, passed, as I got home, I was so upset, I’d finished a whole can of, chips.

And yet, a week later, I received the notice that I’d been, approved for the, hotlines, and I still can’t understand why I had, passed!  After this “round”, I’d finally realized, that to work as a hotline operator, we need to have a very strong, heart, but, this was certainly, to make sure, that all the hotline operators are highly qualified to work the lines, not to miss any caller.  While, as I’d started working in the hotlines……well, another story, for, another, time!

And so, this, is the training process of someone, becoming a hotline operator for the LGBT communities, because there’s this desperate need, for these individuals’ voices, troubles to get, heard, and yeah, we are now, more opened to the LGBT groups, but, there are still the issues that these individuals come across in their daily living, that they may need an outside perspective to help them see things more clearly, and that, is where this hotline comes in.

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Both Ways

Words out of mouths of, babes…very wise, and, making, a whole lot of, sense too!  Translated…

Since Circle started preschool, she’d become, this opened up wide door to knowledge, and would always shock us in the defining moments of our, lives.

Although my mother stopped working in business, but, at the end-of-year banquet for the employees, she’d made the pork pieces wrapped up in buns to serve.  Because we’re a four-generation family, the same dishes are set up with two kinds of cuts, with the fitting portion sizes for the younger children to savor.  Since we have the pork slices wrapped up in buns, we’d also, started, making TWO different sizes for the kids to enjoy.

the bun, resembling the wide-opened mouth of a tiger, with the piece of pork in the middle, photo from online

Due to the pandemic, these past few years, the end-of-year employee meals were set up by the individual families using webcams, we’d skillfully spread the peanut powder onto the buns, and, padded the buns with my daughter’s favorite canned tuna, the baby pork floss, as our daughter was ready for the seconds, she’d suddenly blurted out, “I get to have it, both ways!”

And my older brother took the footages of her exclaiming these words, and sent it up to LINE for the rest of the families to see.  Yes, surely, absolutely, certainly, at this very moment in time, we all feel, that we were, having it, both, ways.

So, this is how easily a child feels, pleased, the young child is satisfied with so very little, she is, curious, and that’s what made her world so brand new to her experiencing it, and, the words out of those babes’ mouths, can sometimes, surprise all of us, adults too!

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The LIES They’re Feeding ‘Em at, School…

And NO, it’s still NOT lunch time at the, cafeteria either, NOT yet, at, least…

This is, currently, WHAT is, happening (and yeah, it’d already happened, in some major world “powers” like the U.S., Japan, Germany???) right now.  This is, the governments’, attempts to, train the younger generations to, follow them, blindly, and, the “leaders of the future”, wouldn’t know FACT from fiction, because, that’s what they’re, feedin’ ‘em from the kindergarten to, twelfth grade!

and, this still, did NOT, happen either…

The LIES they’re, feedin’ ‘em at school, well, chapter one was originally what???  Indians (or the more “politically-correct” term would be, “native Americans”?), so what, oh yeah, the INDIANS, they GREW from the ground, like those, native species of plants?  And, as they grew and took over the land, another species (from the Mayflower???) came over, and TOOK the native “species” over, because from over there (wherever “they” are from???) there are the more “advanced” diseases that the “natives” ain’t seen before, and therefore, NO protection, and thus, the ENTIRE subspecies of this people of this land got, ERARSED!

so, he, didn’t get, ASSASSINATED!

The LIES they’re feedin’ ‘em at school, boy oh boy, am I glad, that I’m not a “part” of this younger generations of students who are being, BRAIN-WASHED to believe the lies, after all, that’s how we learn, and believe what is true and what isn’t, and, forget about a college education, because everything still started rooting away, down there, at the roots (your primary/secondary education years of K~12!), and, if the fundamentals aren’t taught and learned RIGHT, then, how the @#$% (controlling my self here!) are you supposed to learn from the mistakes of those who came before in history, and NOT make them?

And so, that’s all, the LIES they’re, feedin’ ‘em at, school, and, what’s sad is, these younger generations of innocent kiddies, they’re being, TAINTED, without even knowing that they’re not with the RIGHT FACTS of the P-A-S-T!

Truly, very, S-A-D!

But, what would I know???  I’m only still, a “kid”………

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