Says Who Foreign Brides are Living Happily?

For the American Dreams, from the Front Page Sections, translated…

Making $10,000N.T. per month, the rent costs $8,000N.T., and they’d still need to mail some cash home…

The UDN Papers reported that based off of the reports from the Offices of Immigrations, over ninety-percent of foreign spouses believed that coming to Taiwan is very lucky, that they’d made over $40,000N.T. or more per month.  But, that, was NOT what our foundation had observed at all.

For long term, we’d taken care of over thousands of international families, and, all of these foreign wedded ladies are separated from their husbands, or divorced, or maybe, their husbands are doing time in their separate countries, or had even died, or are ill in their sickbeds, and the foreign women are the ones, shouldering up the responsibilities for their entire households, at the same time, taking care of the daily routines of their own young, and those who made anywhere between $10,000N.T. to $20,000N.T. takes up the majority of population.

I’d even heard the social workers told, that there are those men who are in their fifties, who are retired, and married a younger foreign woman to take care of their daily livings.  And, what’s even unimaginable is, that the in-laws hovered over their sons, and had made the foreign brides worked their hands to the bones to provide for the family.

I’d gone along on visits with the social workers, and, as I watched the goings on of these families, I was almost crying.

I’d often seen, that these foreign wedded brides making a little over $10,000N.T.s a month, and, deducting the rents of $8,000N.T. to $10,000N.T., there’s not that much left over, and, they’d still needed to care for their young too.  Even for the regular people in the population, we wouldn’t have a CLUE of how to make such little money meet our own ends!

I was hired, as the CEO of the foundation by the Internal Affairs’ “Torch Program for Foreign Wedded People”, and I’d visited the elementary schools of Taoyuan, Hsinchu, Miaoli, and the most I’d heard about, was the pressing need, to change one’s own household economic statuses.

Even so, most of the foreign wedded brides still felt, that Taiwan is a great place to live, and this, is what the governments, along with the social welfare programs should feel glad about.

And so, this, would be the DARK side of the American dreams in Taiwan, and yeah, those foreign wedded brides are making a HELL of a LOT more than they made back home, sure, but, they’re separated from their homes, and, they married here, for the expectation of a better life, but, instead, what did they get?  They are now, in charge, of the household finances, taking care of their ailing and aging parents-in-laws, and, they still MUST wipe the ASSES of their own husbands (1 @ a time!), and their children’s too, so, DO give those foreign hired help a break already!!!

Promise of a New Start

Giving someone false hope here???

Promise of a new start, you’d given to me, and I didn’t know, that that, was just one of many promises, that you’d never had the intentions of fulfilling, and I was simply, just way too young, way too inexperienced, and way too trusting of you, I guess…

The promise of a new start, I’d lived on, this false fantasy that you’d handed to me, and, because the cruel, cold reality, of you, never doing what is right is simply, too hard, for me to handle, and so, I’d lived in this, picture-perfect lie you’d painted me.

The promise of a new start, is it, ever, going to get fulfilled?  I guess not, I’d waited, for so very long, and, I’m already, very old and gray, waiting on this promise, to get fulfilled by someone else, I’d allowed someone else, to delegate my happiness, when I’m the one who should BE in charge, of my own happiness, well, I’d come to this realization way too late, it’s too late, for me, to make a new start for myself now.  My body grows weaker by the day, and, each step I’m taking right now, became harder than the last, guess, that’s a price I pay???

The promise of a new start, don’t buy into it, because, people are going to promise you things of wonder, and, they don’t need to fulfill these promises that you took to be real to you, and in the end, you’d get let down, over, over, over, and over again, and, became, a product of disappointment!

When an Unarmed Black Man Gets Shot by a White Cop

And no, this, is still N-O-T the last time this will EVER happen!!!

When an unarmed black man gets shot by a white cop, wait a minute, did I get shipped back somewhere in time again, because it’s feeling a whole lot like déjà vu!!!

When an unarmed black man gets shot by a white cop, this happens, as we’d learned in social psych (think it was!!!), that people are MORE likely to associate a colored person (in this case, a BLACK man) who’s holding something NOT dangerous (like a pen???) to someone who’s holding a dangerous weapon, and why do you think that is?  Oh yeah, because we are all pre-wired to JUDGE people by the way they’re “presented” (by their skin colors???).

And, this had happened, so many times in the past too, like that high school grad who got SHOT after his graduation somewhere UP in the mid-western strip of the U.S., and, there are a TON of other cases like this, so, when will this SHIT stop?  Oh yeah, I know, when one day, the planet is completely RULED by D-O-G-S!!!  Then, they (the dogs) would decide whether you’re a friend or an enemy, by SNIFFING you!

 

 

 

 

 

When You’d Become an Unwanted “Zygote”

First and foremost, is there ANYBODY in the “house” that don’t know what a “zygote” is?  It’s when a woman’s OVUM got “mixed” with a LOSER’s M***ER F***ING (like I’d said, “maxed OUT”!!!) T-A-D-P-O-L-E???

When you’d become an unwanted “zygote”, whatever are we going to do with you, not-yet-formed child?  Oh, I know, we’ll just get RID of you, and by doing so, I risk scarring my uterus, risking myself for never getting pregnant again, but hey, that’s a risk I’ll have to live with, because I do NOT want to have you!

When you’d become an unwanted “zygote”, then, why the FUCK did you let my biological father FUCK you?  Uh, in MY defense, I was too drunk (are you FUCKING kidding me???), and, I got TOO horny, and because he was a married man, and you ALREADY know how appealing that kind of a LOSER is to us, whores, don’t you???

When you’d become an unwanted “zygote”, boy, am I glad, that when I found out I was pregnant with you, you were NOT even into the germinal stages of life (that’s still BEFORE the FIRST trimester, y’all!!!) and so, I quickly made an appointment to get rid of Y-O-U.

And that, is how you fucking adults who FUCKED irresponsibly, that’s caused the DEATH of an innocent “child”, well, NOT exactly, because that “child” is still NOT even IN the germinal stages, and so, you CAN rationalize, that you’re NOT killing a life, but, you ARE, playing G-O-D, and, are you god?  Hell NO, as there IS no G-O-D!!!  And, feel free, to dress UP in your god DAMN KKK white hoodies, and come STICK that god DAMN fucking cross on my FRONT lawn and set THAT on fire, why don’t ya???

The Execution of a Death Row Inmate

This, might appear to be “cruel & unusual” (Amendment EIGHT???) to you, but, consider this: how would you feel, IF you were the family members of the person who was MURDERED brutally, by this person who’s about to go UP for that lethal dosage of the “Death cocktail”?  Would you still feel that what the law was doing WAS cruel OR unusual?  I wouldn’t think so.

The execution of a death row inmate, maybe, giving the person a LIFE sentence would be a HELL of a L-O-T harsher, but, think about it, the citizens will be paying for the LOSER’s medical care, his room AND board, from the taxes, and, the longer those inmates lived, the MORE the citizens of this nation MUST pay, and it just doesn’t even out, nor is it fair, I mean, why the FUCK (oopsy!!!) should WE pay, just because it was “cruel and unusual”, to kill someone via lethal injection or the electric chair?

So, what do we do?  We get STUCK, between the right way to do it, and how the world would view us, IF we executed the person, and, we became this rope that’s being pulled on, and, we’d gotten strained, and so, we S-N-A-P!!!

A Dreamer without a Dream

This, is way, way, W-A-Y worse than a dream without the “ownership” from the dreamer…

A dreamer without a dream, was that the feel that Alice had, after she was DECAPITATED by the Queen of Hearts? Or, was it more like how she’d fallen into the Rabbit Hole, OR, was it something ELSE, entirely AWAY from the “neighborhoods” of where those fairytales occurred?

A dreamer without a dream, it’s like a dog, with a leash and a collar, but NO owner, or, a goal without a setter, someone who can see it through, to make sure that it (the goal???) had served ITS purpose.  A dreamer without a dream, that, is what you will always and forever be, keep reaching hard, for something (and you still got NO clue W-H-A-T!!!), and you’d always come UP empty-handed, and that, would be the MINDSET you’re always AND forever going to be STUCK in!!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hanging On, to a Dying Hope

Hanging on, to a dying hope, but, what would be the purpose? I mean, the hope is dying, isn’t it? And, chance of it being saved, is still slim to N-O-N-E, right? So, what use is there, hanging on, to a dying hope?

Hanging on, to a dying hope, that, is what we all do, because we don’t want to sink, because even though, death is inevitable, and it’s only a matter of time, we’d still worked hard, delaying facing it, long as we could.

Hanging on, to a dying hope, that, is what we are doing, because even IF the hope is not real, so long as we can hold on tight, to that “floatation device”, we live in the façade, of being able to be saved, and that, is why, people are hanging on, to a dying hope.

Hanging on, to a dying hope, without knowing, that hope is eventually dead and gone, and we still hang on to it, like that pit bull with a death wish, biting down hard, on the hand that hits it……

Becoming Homeless

Observations, translated…

I’d come home at around four o’clock, I saw a homeless person, crouched underneath the rain roof of a nearby building.

It was only eight degrees Celsius! It’s such cold weather, how could he not want to find himself a place that could, at least, offer him some warmth!

• I’d Asked Where His Home Was

I’d gone home, put my suitcase away, quickly, I’d opened up my closet, because I recalled that my son had a grayish green jacket I no longer wore. But unfortunately, I couldn’t find it anywhere, must’ve been dropped off at the donation box by the market place by me earlier then. A jacket with furry inner coverings, that is very warm too; but, it’s red, it wouldn’t be suitable for a homeless person to wear, would it? Especially for someone who’s in his older years.

Thankfully, I still had two more sweaters that covered up the neck region, I’d picked a green one from Merino wool, went to give it to him. He lifted his head toward me, there were some white moustache around his face, he must be at least sixty or seventy? Being so close to such a weathered face, it’d made me anxious somewhat, and I’d asked him where he lived. He pointed up ahead to the right. I asked him why he didn’t go, was it because nobody was at home? He’d nodded. And, I’d secretly hoped, that he was merely, waiting for his family to come back, because he’d forgotten to take the keys, but, he “radiated” of a homelessness about him.

I told him to take off the thin coat he had on first, to first put on the sweater, than, put the coat over. He’d listened and worked his buttons, but, his hands, they seemed to have a mind of their own, just kept shaking and shaking nonstop. I quickly left, thinking, that I will return to check on him in a short bit; if he’d still sat in the wind, then, I’d call up the subprecinct nearby. Even IF he didn’t get the help he needed from the subprecinct, at least, he would have someplace warm, for the night? And, there had been a total of over thirty deaths due to the cold fronts recently, and a LOT of those were found, inside four walls, with a good roof too!

Awhile ago, I’d gone to Longshan Temple with my younger sister, during the broad daylight, there were homeless people, filling up the park in front of the temple. It was told that the temple had a meals program, and there are many charity stations in Wanhua, to offer the packed meals, bathrooms for showers, along with simple first-aid kits too; so that, was the biggest gathering place for the homeless in Taipei. From before I’d read up on a commercial that was asking for funds that stated, “If you don’t plan your finances, your finances will NOT give a DAMN about you! And, if you’re NOT good with financial planning, then, you should find a good seat at Long-Shan Temple!”, the words are shocking, and I’d remembered it. I don’t know, if those people are bad with their money, or were they just poor? Without any skills to find viable jobs? Or, did they squander their money away when they were younger? My younger sister pointed to the red satchels by the poles, said that it was for the homeless. That some of the bags had numbers, even names ofn them.

In the broad daylight, the homeless seemed quite all right here, with friends they can chit-chat with, even playing chess with too; but, during the nighttime, it must be very awful. There was a city councilperson who’d suggested to the residents of the area, to hopes the homeless away.

In my community, there’s NOT that many homeless, but, my exercise buddies said that it was because I’d come out late; that the time that they’d gone to the parks, there would be homeless, sleeping on the benches of the parks. In this sort of a cold weather, in this big and open space, on the stone cold long benches, it must not be a choice.

• Every Homeless Man Has His Story

  One time, however, I had seen it, with my own eyes. A ball of green, on the marble benches, I thought that it’d belonged to my buddies, as I walked closer, I was shocked, to find, that it was a newcomer homeless person, with a thick jacket over him, along with a pretty new suitcase, and two bags of things close by.

  He probably overslept, and didn’t get up before the early exercisers came; and so, he could only pull his coat over his head, and pretended that he was still asleep, in the music to the exercise routines; I’d wondered, if this man was forced out of his job because of the economic downturn? If he couldn’t hold a steady job, without a set place to live, maybe, he would eventually get used to his clothes getting worn out, and dirtied too, and he’d become an unkempt as well, I suppose. After the times spent here, he would accumulate a TON of things. I’d seen the homeless filled shopping carts up with their belongings, with bags, hanging ALL over the cart. I’d even seen a homeless person who put a picture of his god next where he stays on a pole nearby too.

  But, based off of the reports, even though, some people are homeless, they’d still manage to find a place to shower, to work hard, to keep up with the personal hygiene; they’d kept their limited articles of clothing in the lockers of the public areas, and would dress up cleanly during the daytime, to hunt for a job. This sort of person should find it easier, to get out from the homeless way of life, I suppose.

  I’d seen a movie, “The Soloist”, the protagonist is a musical genius, but he has schizophrenia, during the daytime, he’d performed on the streets, to earn his measly living, along with pick up recycling materials to sell. The reporter from a newspaper found him playing a two-stringed violin, and started following him around, and slowly, the man let his guards down, and started opening up to the reporter, and befriended him too, the reporter made his story public, and that gained him the spotlight. In the hard work of the reporter, he was willing to move in to a homeless shelter, and had even gotten a chance, to play in the musical auditoriums……this, was based off of a true story, it’d moved me.

  The homeless all had their stories to tell, it may be ordinary, or amazing; but, once they’d become homeless, there would only be TWO important things in their lives: finding food, and finding a place for the nights.

  When I’d thought about, that Taiwan is NOT the only place with homeless people, I’d feel somewhat better. One time, I’d gone to eat crabs with S at the Fishermen’s Wharf in San Francisco, a young African American man kept starting at us, it’d made us feel uneasy, later, as we took out trash to throw away, he’d “robbed” it from us, I thought that he was going to get some money for the recycling; but, he’d started munching down on the remains of the food we’d eaten. And, had we known it, we would’ve saved more for him.

  The Osaka Homeless People’s Stay tradition was very impressive to me. At night, when I’d had a day of travels, and was on my way back to the hotel, I saw how many of them had set up cardboard boxes as their sheets on the sidewalks, then, they’d read, using the street lights, they’re so very orderly too.

  When I saw homeless people abroad, I’d taken the mind of “getting to know the culture”; but, in my own country, even though I’d only had chance encounters with the homeless, I’d felt touched deeply. Most of them are homeless, NOT because they’re unwilling to work or lazy, the downturn in economy, with the unemployment rates getting higher and higher, that, would probably be W-H-Y, there are more and more homeless people on the streets.

  And so, homelessness, merely shows the greater environment of the country, and, once you’d become homeless, pride and everything ELSE you’d focused on from before goes OUT the window, because now, you’re focused, on just ONE thing: survival, how to get through the nights without freezing to death, how to find your next meals, so you won’t STARVE to death, and, those are the physical levels of the hierarchy of needs, the bottom two layers??? (look THAT up!!!), and, IF you can’t even manage those two basic levels of needs, how can you even go on, to the fulfillment of your psychological, and eventually, spiritual needs? And, the number of homeless people is a way, of telling how a country is doing, because more homeless means less jobs, and, we’re already competing for a very LIMITED number of resources here…

Crucified, for My Beliefs

Because people (still NOT mentioning A-N-Y names there!!!) don’t like what I have to say, and so, a group of them gained UP on me, they’d fucking (oopsy!!!) stuck that wooden cross onto my front lawn (with a TOTAL DISREGARD and RESPECT for MY religious belief system too, can you believe it!!!), and then, they SET my yard ablaze…

Crucified, for my beliefs, and, there’s still NO changing WHAT I believe, even IF all that remained of me is the ashes. Crucified, for my beliefs, but why? How come YOUR values are worth MORE than mine? And, just because I have a difference of opinion compared to the VAST majority, does that mean, that I should get S-H-U-N-N-E-D? Where the FUCK (pardon the “French”!!!) IS the freedom in that?

Crucified, for my beliefs, I was already NAILED to the cross, and HUNG with that N-O-O-S-E, in the neighborhood big tree (don’t ask me which one!!!), and, I’m still here, kicking, AND screaming, LOUD as E-V-E-R, and the ONLY way for ME to SHUT the F*** (sorry, “maxed out”!!!) UP, would be IF I died, and someone put me on that dissection table, where I would have to wait (still QUITE impatiently), for MY dissections…

The Ones You Couldn’t Save

This is usually a B-U-M-M-E-R, but, you’d eventually get to understand, that you CAN’T save them A-L-L!!!

The ones you couldn’t save, what can you do for them?  Other than to offer that last AND final respect, as you’d gone to their burial sites?  There’s NOT much ELSE you can do, is there?

The ones you couldn’t save, they’re the ones that haunts you, the faces that come to you when you’re asleep, in the nights, the voices that cried out to you, “HELP ME!”  The ones you couldn’t save, if you’re meant to save them, then you would, but, you’re not, they’re meant to D-I-E!!!  But how can you accept that?  How can you deal with the fact, that some kid is brutally murdered, because of her/his parents’ carelessness?  The ones you can’t save, there ARE so many more out there, and, there’s just NOT enough time, for me, to go ALL over the world, to EVERY single household, with bad parents, to KICK all their asses, and I’d already done ALL I could, and, that’s ALL that anybody CAN ask of me, and that, is how I cleared MY conscience (not that it was ever dirtied or anything like that in the first place!!!).