What we’re, building, a mirage, a wall called, “freedom”, and we’d been told that it will, keep, everything bad out, that’s why, we’d started, carrying them bricks to this location, stackin’ ‘em up, one atop another, and another, and another, to build up this wall.
A wall called, “freedom”, but, walls are never supposed to be free, are they? I mean, look at these, four-walls that kept us locked in, in the offices, sitting at our desks, slaving our lives away, and for what, huh? Some, measly pay! A wall called, “freedom”, we’d been instructed to build, but, this wall called “freedom”, is actually, a prison instead, keeping us, isolated, in our own means.
we’d, labored, and sweated…
A wall called, “freedom”, we’d built it up, and now, we stand underneath it, and realized, that we’d, locked ourselves in here (don’t ask where!), and we got no way of, getting over to the other side, as the grasses are, greener (hello, hello, hello???).
Shouldn’t have built up that wall, no matter WHAT its “name” is in the first place, oopsy, too late for that now, it can’t be torn back down again, once that’s, been, built up!
A wall called freedom, that’s, said to keep everything over at the other side, and, we’d become, the “other” side (whatever it’s composed of!), in building this wall we thought could, free us, from whatever we’re, trying to, escape………………
The REALITIES of pursuing after that dream of, “easy money”, by the young, the naïve, not to mention, the STUPID!!! Off of the Newspapers, translated…
The twenty-six year-old male, Chen from Tainan was scammed by a love con artist, and went to the KK Park of Burma, forced to work as a phone scammer, with the help from the city councilperson, the police here, he was finally, rescued back not too long ago; he’d told the press yesterday, that although it was only for ten days he got trapped in Burma, it was like living in hell on earth, that he was really glad he is now, back in Taiwan.
Chen told that he’d met a woman, Wang on FB at the start of August, after a few communications, the woman told him that she has a company trip which she could bring someone, and invited him to go. He’d paid the charges, flew to Thailand first, then, transferred to the KK Parks in Burma, as he saw Wang, he’d found, that she wasn’t like what her photo online looked like, felt that he got cheated, and immediately, he was under the control of the scam artist ring, and they’d forced him to work the lines in the telecommunications scams.
“It was only for a short ten days, but it’d felt like hell eternally, I still feel the shock”, he’d told, that on the day he’d arrived locally, he started “taking the group training courses”, including using a false name, uploading the fake photos on the social media accounts, the second day was the “test”, the managers of the groups told them that the first three weeks of this “training” was the adjustment period, that a month later, he would formally start working.
During the time, he’d witnessed many Taiwanese people getting mistreated, and abused, and tortured because they couldn’t make the demands of the rings, some was even water tortured, told to strip, and put into dirty water for the whole day, not only did the person’s skin start rotting away, the mind was also, nearly, broken down as well. He’d also heard, that if the ring thought that someone wasn’t useful anymore, the individual will be taken to the port in Cambodia or the public oceans to get their organs harvested out of them alive.
The city councilwoman of Tainan, Lin got the call for help from Chen’s family on August 19th, the families told her that Chen went to Thailand with a female he’d met online, left the country on the thirteenth, and lost contact with them here by the fifteenth, they’d immediately sought help from the head of detective agency the international unit, the head of the police station in Yongkang , Gan to help, in the end, it was through the criminal investigation agency and the airport police station, that they’d made the rescue. She’d told, that in the process of negotiation, the Taiwanese human trafficking ring demanded the families pay the ransoms, the police told them not to, and finally, Chen was returned back to this country on the 22nd.
Yeah, because you’re enticed by the lies of easy work, high pay, that’s why you’d gone to Burma, thinking you’d struck gold, without knowing or realizing, that HEY, you are the targeted population, because you’re young, naïve, NOT to mention, STUPID too, and because you hadn’t learned the lessons of how you always need to work hard for what you want to have in your lives, and your families had to pay for your rescue, and, there are, going to be, more of these, cases of younger generations who thought they’d struck gold, in getting the offers to work elsewhere, because you can’t find a good enough job here.
Some of us, were raised in homes, where there’s NOTHING lacking, materialistically speaking, but, we’d been, deprived of our, parents’, attentions growing up, so, are we, privileged, or are we not?
That’s just it, you know, most people define themselves, on being lucky, because they got all the money handed to them, ‘cuz they never had to work a day in their lives, for the sake, of that, hard-earned, dollar, and yet, there are, those of us, who got, EVERYTHING handed to us, money, polo shirts, name brand watches, purses, etc., etc., etc., and yeah we’re, materialistically well-to-do, but, we’re, still NOT, considered, RICH!
And yeah, maybe I’d been, too, SPOILED rotten, by the endless number of hundred dollar bills USD (they came in wads of, five to six “pieces” at a time from before!), and I NEVER had to “work a day in my life” for my “living” either.
And so, based off of solely just that, I guess I’m, totally, SPOILED, rotten all right.
But I know for a FACT, that I am NOT, spoiled rotten, ‘cuz I NEVER had what I was in need of, which was the unconditional love from my two primary attachment figures (hello, hello, hello? And, I am NOT going back to tell you WHAT those are again here!), instead, I got, abused emotionally by his DEAD parents, BURNED by his dead father’s teacups and teapot, solely because, he didn’t want my wandering little hands, to pick up his SHIT and oopsy, drop it onto the floors and shatter his things, not to mention how his DEAD mother molested me, all the way, up into my early teens, when I got out of this SHIT hole, then, she stopped having “access” over me on the weekends, did that SHIT finally end.
And, it wasn’t until I got in my late twenties, did I realize, all these SHITS that’s happened to me. On top of that, I am still, carrying this DEAD baby girl of mine (no need for “introduction” here), since 2008.
So, guess what I’m saying to all of y’all is this: I KNOW I’m now, more than ENTITLED to have a good AND easy (you have got to be SHITTING me here!) life that I’m now, currently living.
And no, I still don’t gotta worry ‘bout shits like M-O-N-E-Y. Got that shit, shoved ALL the way up my you-know-where (don’t need to “draw”, do I???), since I was very young, and now, I’m still, “digesting” all of the Ben Franklins’, Ulysses S. Grants, Andrew Jacksons, etc., etc., etc., out right now…
So yeah I am, god damn “PRIVILEGED” here all right.
On just how foolish we humans can, be, the column by Jimmi Liao, translated, by me…
The Stars, They Gathered by the Seaside, But They’d Kept a Safe Social Distance with One Another.
Those Who Don’t Follow the Rules are All Jinxes,
And, Can’t Believe, that People Actually, Made Wishes on Them…………………
the artwork of Jimmi Liao, courtesy of UDN.com
So, this showed, how foolish we humans are, based off of this interpretations, if the shooting stars are the stars that aren’t, “acting right” falling off left and right, and we humans are, stupid enough, to think, that making wishes on these shooting stars, somehow, our wishes might, come true, then, what does that, make us?
What YOUR (‘cuz I don’t got one!) children are needing from you, stupid parents, so, STOP paying them all with all those, materialistic CRAP already, huh? Off of the Front Page Sections, translated…
The satisfaction rating of children in Taiwan in 2020 was at an all-time low, nearly twenty-percent of children surveyed felt they were lonely. In the assortments of reform in education, and the parents stressing that the kids should have fun learning, the correlation of the two factors are more and more, negatively, correlated, such irony.
Reasons for the drop of happiness in children and teens include, time of sleep, amount of exercises, and the pickiness toward foods, there are only a quarter of children surveyed who’d exercised less than sixty minutes or more out of a week, with the average sleep per day less than eight hours, and, the older the children are, the number of hours in sleep shortens. Half of children surveyed felt they were overwhelmed by the academic pressures.
With the advancements in molecular biology, we’d come to understand, that the workings of how children learn, and the neural developments in the children’s brains, that is, the foundations of children learning to live and learn happily. The parents are now, outsourcing the means of expressions of love for their own young, sending them to the preschools, the kindergartens, and the cram school sessions, was their means of taking responsibilities for their own young.
The assortments of modern day inventions helped us save the time, like the washing machines, takes the time away from us doing the laundry by hand, and yet, the parents didn’t utilize the time they got. The smart phones, the iPads, available to the children’s for using, and, handing your own young to someone else to raise, to teach, to educate. It’s a wonder, that modern day family required so much money to run on, because of the large amounts of expenses, the parents didn’t have enough time for their own children.
Some of the instructors are used to bullying as a method of teaching, cramming in the lessons, and, blaming the children’s lacking in performances to the families’ going on. And, if the medical personnel didn’t get caught up with the times now, then, all of these knowledge that are new, can’t be accessible by the instructors who were taught the old way. If those in the children protections realm don’t have the “professionalism”, only using their ”experiences and passion for their work” to manage the matters. What sort of an effect would it get?
The school instructors, the medical professionals are trained professionals, meaning, that they “have the knowledge as basis, their conscience as their attitude, and passions in their job as their motivations”, not just using one’s own professional skills to help others. Allowing the medical care professionals to get into the realms of welfare of the children and teens, to help them improve their psychological wellbeing.
While the responsibilities of the parents are, providing the love, that sense of security, comfort, allowing the kids to have enough sleep, a balanced diet, and enough exercises. That way, the children and teens will be able to learn at a maximum capacity, and, at this stage in their lives, they need no cram school, no talent classes to help them add on to their skillsets, these core abilities can’t be gained by throwing the money down, it’s achieve through the daily goings on of your children’s, lives.
With the various levels of developments of the brain in maturation, when needed, surely, the extra courses are necessary, then, this would be when you need to spend the money on, parents.
And so, this, is on outsourcing raising your own young to everybody else, but yourselves, parents, because you’re all way too busy, making the money, paying your mortgages, oh, and little Johnny’s private preschool tuition just hiked up fifteen-percent this semester, and we need to enroll our kids into ballet, musical instrument, gymnastics, etc., etc., etc., without knowing, that these measures you stupid parents are taking, to ensure that your children don’t lag behind the rest of their peers is, murdering them, what the kids need is Y-O-U-R companionship, and, you can’t even provide that to them, something that’s, so, simple, and you call yourselves, “fitting parents”? Give ME a break here!
This is a much-needed wakeup call that the adults are in need of, and you got one, from your students! Translated…
We had an essay assignment for the winter breaks, “Me, Twenty Years from Now”, the kids wrote out their innocent dreams, it’d moved me so, and I was in awe with them: Ting isn’t well in the academia, but is an excellent artist, he’d found his true happiness in doodling, so, his dream is to become an artist; Xi’s calligraphy isn’t with the good penmanship, but the class put him up for the calligraphy competitions, he’d used his spare time to practice hard, as he’d won first-place, it’d boosted his confident a whole lot, he now has the goal of becoming a calligraphy instructor; Wei enjoyed making the models, and wanted to become an owner of a garage, that way, he get to play with all the cars he wanted, and also, make a living doing what he enjoyed…………from their childish words, I’d felt the powers of self-confidence, and, this motivation from within them, can turn them into something wonderful, they will be able to build their own dreams from the ground up, based off of the separate interests they have, I give them the best of all wishes.
Twenty years later, they’re all in the primes of their lies, with their lives, colored and pretty and bright. Yet, I would be well into my elderly years, and, what kind of a dream is available for me to catch at this time in life? I’d made me lost in thought.
Recalled how as I just begun, I’m like the singer, Chang’s, “My Future is NOT a Dream”: “live every minute to my best, my heart is moving along with hope.” Kept working hard, to fulfill my dreams of striking it rich, believed, that money will give me a good life. As I’d, had my share of good foods, as I’d gotten all the extravagant of life handed to me on that silver platter, it was like the group Nine-One-One’s, “Fools in Dreams”: “My life is like a song, but I can’t get to the repeats, passed through an assortments of ups and down, the multiple facets of life, but I seemed to have, missed out on it all.” I’d found, that the pointless pursuits I had, made me miss out on too many things of which I should’ve placed more emphasis on.
My children’s essays awakened me, the dream chaser who’d been lost. Don’t want to follow the footstep of the narrator of the song by Chen, “You’d Told that You’d Tasted All the Bitterness of Life, Finally Found the One You Can Trust. You Told of How Upset You’d Felt, to the Point of Doubting Your Own Lives…………”, I’d selected to follow the singer, Jen’s “Dream that Dream, Again”, to find that passion back in my life again, to keep track of what made me feel moved, to care for myself the best I possibly can, on this way to my brand new life, to help the me, twenty years from now, to still have the fresh flowers to smell, to have the radiant sunshine shine down on me, to live happily.
So, this is how the teacher became, the student here, the students’ dreams are untainted, because they hadn’t gotten into the world yet, that’s why their dreams are so simple, and it takes very little for them to feel happy, which what we adults had forgotten, in the pursuit of fame, fortune, etc., etc., etc., and the writer’s students merely gave her a wakeup call that she desperately needed.
And guess W-H-O, are paying, for these, decorative, street, art pieces? Yeah, WE are!!! How the government still doesn’t MAKE good use of, the taxpayers’, dollars here! Off of the Front Page Sections, translated…
In the past couple of years, the city of Taipei trashed 1,201 Ubikes, with the city councilwoman, Yang, criticizing how the city government was trashing the values of the total bikes, being sold off as preowned for $1.03 million N.T.s, that the final rack the city recycled only sold off for $37, like scrap metal, that the total cost of over million dollars’ worth of YouBikes only sold for a total of $30,000N.T., that the vehicles were, illegally, recycled, and sold off too cheaply.
But, comparing, the “Lotus Lights” of Changwha’s Triangle Park is, way cheaper, although it’d taken the local government $6.6 million of the taxpayers’ dollars to build, as it was recently, taken down, it’d not sold for even, ten-cents, and it took the government over $300,000N.T. to get it, taken down, odd, how come there’s no city councilmembers, calling the city government out. The “Papers for Trashing Public Art Displays” had NO mentions of the pieces, let alone, sold off cheaply, it’d only had the means to get the foundations of the park to where it once was before the displays were, set up.
something like this…
Comparing, there are the public art display pieces from the National Defense Office in Dajr, Taipei, and everybody may have already guessed, that one day, when the D.O.D. no longer wanted the pieces, and some high school from the local regions wanted to keep the pieces can the D.O.D. transfer the properties over to the schools? The answer would be, the pieces still belongs to the D.O.D., that nobody can just go and take it down! And so, these public art pieces, aren’t on a say-so order, it’s still, a huge asset of the government.
It’s just, that nobody places the public display art pieces too highly, instead, they see them as, expandables. As the Hsinbei City Government had been inquired: how are the pubic art pieces registered as properties? The answer is: the public arts aren’t a part of the “key points of the properties of the central government and related government offices”, and, the property’s expiration dates are set as the individual city government’s choosing. And, the means to trash these properties are exactly the same as when citizens filed the papers to disown their properties.
And so, this, is just one more way, the government wastes the taxpayers’ hard-earned dollars, on bullshits, I mean, some of these so-called “art pieces”, don’t look pleasant enough, and it shouldn’t be put on the street corners, causing all our eyes to feel sore, and yet, the government is still, spending, massive amounts of our hard-earned dollars on these useless things, instead of putting our tax dollars, to better use, like improving the education of children, setting up more public daycare centers and the like, so we can actually, USE the money we already pay into the government.
Imagine this, two IDIOTS (b/c this is what this situation is!), arguing about, who “found” it first…
This is currently going on, due to the war that’s, slowly, brewing between Ukraine and Russia. It said here on the newspaper, that this “debate” started happening, THREE years ago too.
Who made it first? Was it us, or was it, them? Of course, we’re, fighting over this matter of, little to NO importance (‘cuz that’s, what this shit is!), like two children who’d, started hitting each other (mommy! He hit me first!!!).
The debates on borscht, it’d only offered a microcosm of the situations between Russia and Ukraine (was it???), with these two countries, fighting over something so miniscule, who found this soup that’s turned into, a part of, our daily diets (WHO C-A-R-E-S!!!), and, this can be viewed on a wider spectrum, I mean, if these two countries can’t even agree on something AS simple as the origins of a soup, then, how the @#$%, can we possible, expect these two nations, to find the resolves on bigger matters, like, oh, dunno, are we going to war with them, do we need to, tighten up our borders, in case of an enemy nation invasion, etc., etc., etc., etc.?
The point of all of this (DING-DING-DING!!!) is this: it’s just S-O-U-P, get over it, people, and, focus on something more important here, like, uh, how do we not invade into each other’s, borders, how do we stay peaceful, within our own countries, boundaries, that would be, more important, don’t you think? Yeah, unless you want another case of Iraq back in the 1990s, or the Taliban in the 2000s again.
became the cause of…
And the again, wars are known, to stimulate the economy, so…note: this is still NOT me, ADVOCATING war, nor am I, a pacifist either, okay???
Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, and how does THAT make you feel?
Session’s over, pay your “fees” (I don’t’ have to tell you how much again, do I, and here’s that HINT, I’d, doubled what I “charged” since……the start of, this year, or was it the latter of last) on your way out, to my secretaries (no, not reintroducing all three of them again!)
The words we should all, live by, especially in this, materialistic, modern day, world we are currently, living in, translated…
That Kymco Scooter had been with me for twenty years is already, too ill that it should be, declared DEAD.
A few days ago, as I rode it home from my pottery class, as I tried to ride it, it’d, stopped, just as I’d, accelerated, the heart just, stopped running several times on my way home, the engine suddenly, went, dead, I’d, turned the gas handles, nothing! “Oh my god, it’s, leaving me!”, I’d cried inside, as I’d, pretended to calm myself, back down. After all, it’d carried me across half of Taiwan since I was in my twenties, whether it be the rides from Tainan to Hualien in college many times, or as I’d started finding work in the various cities, and now, it took me back, to the residence I’d stayed at in my college years, became my feet, and it’s, just about time, that it gets to that, final place of, rest.
“If I recalled correctly, I bought that scooter for you back in the year when the major earthquakes occurred on September 21, back in 1999.” Dad told me, as he’d ridden it, to check the areas hit by the earthquake around where we lived, and everything was still, fresh in his mind. Back then I was still a student in high school, not known how to ride a scooter, nor did I have a license to operate yet, and, I can only, look upon it with, admiration, it was, brand new; while, my father who’d cherished everything he owned had told me, “the lifespan of the items is reliant on the users’ ways of using them.”, and, being rough and tumble, I still, couldn’t quite, acquire my own father’s gentleness, or, patience. After I left home for college, the scooter was signed over to me, and it’d become, my major, “livelihood”, my only means of, getting around, and, I’d, ridden it, through thousands of kilometers, on my youthful years then.
Guess I should, start, finding me a replacement for it then, living in the southern cities, there are too many alleys and streets to weave in and out of, with those, overpriced parking spaces, and I’d, become, reliant on the scooter as a means of getting me around town. I’d, looked online for the costs, and learned, that everything had, skyrocketed, the electric scooters are what’s in, in the era of alternative energies, the trends also reflected on the designs of things, and, the countless deals of trade-in were all, too confusing, and, it all came up toward me, and reminded me of how the online shopping deals of 1111, logging on, it was as if, the world is, applauding you, enticing you to, spend your cash, I became annoyed by these offers, that tried to, tap into my wallet, and I’d, stopped surfing online, to reduce the temptations, as I’d worried, that I may go on a shopping spree, bought a whole lot of things that I didn’t actually need, instead of what was, necessary, and end up, losing, tons of my, saved up, cash.
In the past, working for the environmentalist groups it’d, helped me become immune, and I’d started, being really careful with my money when I spend, don’t buy those items with too much plastic contents, items that can only be used once, things that may be overbought, too much wrapping, nope, the items with a higher market of carbon foot tracks, no, items that are cheap, and takes away the cost-benefit of the environment, nope………….as I’d set too many principles, it seemed, that I was, doing away, with all the temptations too, to stay faithful to my principles of buying, as the “necessities” are my, priorities, I’d much rather, save the money I would’ve spent on these items that I don’t really need, and put the money into self-enrichment classes for myself, for instance, the courses for advance potters, or to make the donations, to support my causes, and, these sorts of extensions, intangible values, are way more, satisfying than the gourmet dining experiences, the high-end couture.
Observing the lacking in life, actually, I really, don’t have that much that I’d, lacked. Then, a joke from a partner who’d gone to the Black Tides beach cleaning activities came to mind, “modern day people who cried that they are poor, aren’t really so, it wasn’t from not being able to afford an apple, but from not being able to buy the Apple products”, and his words, made my lips curled, upward. In the basis of the fundamental needs being fulfilled, if we pursued the materials, it’s like falling into that blackhole, it won’t ever get filled up, and as we’d tried to fill the blackhole up, it’d left us, emptier, than, ever. Could it be possible, that we actually, don’t need to have, everything?
So I’d, turned off that website that led me to finding a new scooter, thought of how a park I live next to has the Ubikes, while, the bus stops are right outside of my apartment. I just, got too used to, having access of the vehicles I needed to get around with, that not only did it turn costly when I needed to get it maintained, I’d lacked that sense of how convenient the city government had, made our lives, with the Ubikes, the buses. This was, quite different, than when I’d traveled to a foreign place, and for the sake of not getting lost, I’d had to, memorize every means of transportation available to me, and even as I’d taken a wrong turn, spent the extra time, I’d, also, bumped into the unexpected sights, and, gotten the opportunity, to examine the details of the cities I’d come to visit, making the destinations, that much more, unforgettable to me—and maybe, as we’d, switched to another state of mind, allowing us to not have that much, we may gain even more, satisfaction of life itself.
And so, we are all too, driven by the materialisms, and it’d become, an addiction of sorts to all of us, we all want more of, whatever it is we already owned, cars, we wanted brand new ones, not because the ones we got are old, but because, there’s a new model out, new cell phones, not because the ones we’re using started malfunctioning, because we’d been using it, for the past, couple of years, but because, there’s this, brand new iPhone out, and, through our, endless pursuits of these, materials, we will, lost sight of what we already have, and that’s not good at all.
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………