The Bazars of Bangkok

Let’s go people watching and see what we can discover, as that is, always fun, isn’t it???  Translated…

I really loved the bazaars.  My very first experience of bazaars was in England, every weekend, I’d taken the busses, headed out to the various bazaars to shop around.  The secondhand classic clothes looked just like the drama costumes, each and every one of them cost a lot, back then I’d realized, that the good things really beats out the time, the cottons from the dresses that cost a lot never flurried up, and the color, never fade, with the higher waist lines, very straight, without the rough lines of the shoulders, totally showed off the attractiveness of a woman’s form.

Later I’d gone to Japan, and noticed how the culture never lets anything go to waste, it’d given the preowned furniture pieces new life, I’d gone to Norway saw how the culture was connected with the everyday things, seeing how those items lost their characteristics of being replaced easily.  Later on, no matter where I’d traveled to, I’d made my way to the bazars, I don’t necessarily need to buy anything, but I’d taken a lot of time, observing what the locals were, buying up.

a place that looked like this???  Photo from online…the food section…

The gigantic bazar of Bangkok is very well-known, but it couldn’t captivate my interests, I’d walked past the couture, and gone straight to the furniture section at the back, and in the end, my interests peaked as I got into the food stands that mingled within the shops and stands, as well as the massage booths too.  My friends and I didn’t get anything, we’d ran from the center of the city, all the way to the edge, found a foot massage place, and readied ourselves, for the two-hour sessions.

I’d found a spot close to the windows, lain myself down comfortably.  There’s a beer joint on the street, with a small group of three, singing their hearts out, the customers, cramped up inside that small space, with their ice cold beers in hand.  On the other side, there was a traditional Thai food place, although it’s past the noon hours, there’s, no vacancy.  There was also a café/exhibit nearby, looking in, I can see, that there was this oil of the emperor of Thailand hung behind the bars, with a small round table by the door, the few older men who were sitting there became, the tourist attraction for me for the two hours I got my massage.

They looked over fifty, and yet, they had on shirts with cartoon prints, with the shiny, bedazzled belts, their heavy boots, with their tattoos showing from their semi-rolled up sleeves, some had bandanas, others had ponytails, standing or sitting, smoking from time to time, sipping at their black coffees.  Several groups of people took up that spot, from the same cohort, as I can observe, with their cartoon print shirts, neatly, tucked in, their shiny belts showing, one of the men, had two children ages of seven or eight, the children greeted the other men shyly.  The little boy ran into the café, the girl with a small plastic bag, standing in the middle of the street, swaying, one of the middle-aged man gave up his seat for her, she’d smiled and shaken her head, he’d not insisted either, puffed out smoke toward the skies.

the home furnishings section…photo from online…

I’d heard, that some directors would find their next performers from the streets, but this was the very first time I was so intrigued by the act of people-watching, that it’d captivated my attention for so long.  I’d not just looked at them, I’d described the scenes to my friends, and added in the dialogues too, it’d made my friend laugh.  The lady who was massaging her didn’t know why she was cracking up, and just laughed along with her.  My friend told me, “It is like enjoying a movie, while getting a massage”.  And, I’m thinking, that all the stories inside those individuals must be, even more interesting than what we see in the movies.

Ahhh, this, is the joys of people watching, you get to observe what they’re doing, without intruding in their lives, at their most natural states, being themselves, living their daily lives, and to the observers, everything these individuals did feels so intriguing, interesting, but to these “performers” who are unaware that they were being watched, they’re just, living in their ordinary routines.

and there’s, this, also from online…a small place where you can shop for the souvenirs…photo from online still…

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The Miracle in a Car Crash

Being a survivor of a DEADLY CRASH, you must be ultra blessed, right???  Yeah, uh that’s, just what YOU think!!!  Translated…

It was the start of autumn, at sunset, but the sky was still light.  Yen Feng sat on a Mercedes C350, the car was speeding on the Keelung-Jingshan Freeway’s Shanzhong section, circling.  This was assigned, at random after her retreat, the drivers gave a couple of people who didn’t drive a ride back home.  The driver was Mr. Chao, the owner of the Mercedes, an owner of a foreign trading company, with a friend, the owner of an electronic wholesale group, Mr. Hong.  On the right of the backseat was Yen Feng, the writer, the left, the female editor-in-chief of a publishing company.  This time, the attendees of the Zen retreat were either owners of mid-size companies, or those who are famous in the realm of writing and the arts.  The seven, eight cars drove up the pass connecting the temple to the outside world, then, southbound on the Keelung-Jingshan Freeway, toward Keelung, then, the freeway toward Taipei, then, they’d go home separately.

Yen Feng usually gets intoxicated by the sights in nature, the pass of the freeway winded up and down the mountains, and those green mountaintops entered into her field of vision, the female editor-in-chief was dozing off beside her.  Yen Feng looked out the window, they were driving down from a steep mountain, the car turned from the very top of the mountain, spiraling downward, they’re reaching the third spiral now, Yen Feng saw the last two spirals they’d managed to drive past, there were, a dozen meters between the two connected spirals.

Suddenly, she saw there was a small truck on the spiral above where they were, with the flickering headlights like a firefly, suddenly, that truck flew away out of the roads, and, fell before her eyes, and, landed before their car, and hit the left front side of the Mercedes, rammed to the left side of the roads, the truck spun around in a circle, then, hit the tail of the Benz.  Mr. Chao who was driving immediately slammed on the brakes, and, the Mercedes was well-functioning, it’d stopped both cars.

The four on the Mercedes were thrilled, dumbfounded for a few seconds, the driver and the passenger on the front witnessed the truck falling from the skies, and hit the front of the car, then suddenly, rammed into the front of the car, then, they’d felt that they were hit from behind, the car tilted back and front, but because both individuals on the front had seatbelts on, neither was injured.  The two on the backseat didn’t have the belts on, Yen Feng clearly saw the truck falling from the sky, her body had stopped her from getting thrown from the car.  Yen Feng heard a loud bang coming from her left side, it was the female editor-in-chief, hitting her head on the ceiling of the car as she was dreaming, she’d opened up her eyes, not knowing what just happened, felt her eyes go dark, and a bit dizzy.

The very first reaction that Yen Feng had was, she should leave the car immediately, and the scene of a car burning up in the movies flashed across her mind.  She’d pushed at the car door, it could open, she’d immediately gotten out.  At which time, the two business owners on the front exited from the right passenger side, because the door on the driver side was dented and couldn’t open.  The three of them went to check the part of the car that got rammed in.  Horrid!  The steel plate and the left headlight was, completely, shaved off, and flew off the roads.  Mr. Chao immediately called the tow, Mr. Hong called the police to report the accident.  Yen Feng saw that the female editor-in-chief hadn’t gotten out yet, she’d opened up the door for her, saw her dumbfounded inside, she’d helped her out of the car, the female editor told her she was okay, and she’d stood by the side of the road, at this time, the cars from both the left and the right stopped, there were, twenty, to thirty cars on each side.  There were four cars from the retreat following the Benz, they’d all gotten out to check, saw two cars that rammed into each other, orderly on the right side of the pass, there were two of the classmates, who’d immediately gone to direct the traffic, so the traffic can pass from the left side.

Yen Feng followed everybody to check on the condition of the truck, it was a very old blue pickup, without any cargo on the back.  There was just the driver on the front, he was moaning in pain, both sides of the doors were squished flat, someone tried opening the door, but couldn’t.  The driver was around forty, with a dark complexion, it was a miracle he was still alive.  He’d driven down a sharp slope of forty-five degrees, and below the crash site was a straight drop downward.  Had the truck flew down a little bit off than it had, it would’ve fallen into the valleys, and, the car ruined, the life of the truck driver lost.  Had the truck flew directly downward and rammed into the Mercedes head on, there would’ve been, five casualties.  After the truck rammed into the Benz, it’d not fallen into the valley below, instead, it’d spun around in a complete circle, and tailgated the Benz, to a silent stop, that, was odd.  There’s only a billion in one chance, that an accident like this ended like it had, wouldn’t you say?

Thirty minutes later, the police arrived, the firefighters sawed through the pickup, one leg of the driver was stuck, the paramedics pulled him out, and lifted him onto the ambulance.  Thankfully, there are still room in the other cars from the members of the retreat, the female editor-in-chief got in one, the two business owners and Yen Feng got on an SUV, a car, consisted of six people.  Other than Yen Feng, the five others in the car discussed the accident with excitement that just happened.  Yen Feng had calmed herself down, and after she’d alighted the car, she’d flown into a state of panic, so she didn’t make a sound.  There were two lines that the other five shared in conversation that registered into her mind, “That driver would’ve died for sure, but because the four of you just went to the retreat, you’d managed to, save his life.”  The owner of the Mercedes, Mr. Chao said, “It’s a miracle, there must be a guardian angel among us, one of us in that Mercedes is destined for greatness in the future!”

Yen Feng thought, that that man would definitely not be the owner of the Mercedes, because he’d lost a lot in the accident.  And in the following months, she’d gotten the news from the students’ e-mail, that the female editor-in-chief entered into the hospital the very next day after the accident, she’d gone into the hospital three times, and took a long leave of absence, because she had a severe concussion.  The truck driver had one of his legs amputated, reason being he was dozing off driving the pickup.  Then, Yen Feng thought, could it be her, that Mr. Chao was talking about.

Ever since, Yen Feng had that sense of duty, she’d worked hard, studying the teachings of Buddha, and showed more of her positive thoughts in her work, and after sowing down the seeds of kindness, she’d become a famous Buddhist writer.  A decade later she was watching an American program, “Survivor”.  What caught her attention wasn’t the show, but the word, “Survivor”.  She kept believing, that she had angels watching over her, that she’s someone important, suddenly, she’d realized, that she had an inflated ego all these years, she was nothing more than the sole survivor of a horrible accident, it was luck that she wasn’t injured, that she’d, survived, and that she should spend the rest of her life to be thankful, to learn about herself more.

So, this is a SHOCKING realization that came to this woman years AFTER she’d survived the crash, and, from before, she boosted her own ego that she had survived, without a single scratch on her, and attributed it to how special she was, but in the end, it was only because of LUCK (or so she thought!!!) that’s made her survive, or maybe, FATE had her learn this lesson about why she didn’t die, many, many, many years later after the accident…

The Smaller Parts of Autumn, a Poem

The heat of the summer, slowly died down, and now, comes that transition into the winter season, autumn, with the colorful leaves…translated…

There’s, that Hint, of the Rhymes from the New Snow on Your Hair

Like How the Fingerprints Glided Through the Verbs of the Day

not my oil painting of autumn…

The Early Autumn with that Cleanliness, Washed Clean the Illnesses Close by

And Dripped onto that Crystal Clear Lake Inside that Vast Mind

The Spheres of September Like the Fuller Cloud Packed with the Lyrics & Stanzas

Slowly, Drifted Along the Messy Pages, Keying in, the Metaphors & Similes

In the Loosely Structured Leaves, Making the Orders

The Evolved Autumn Sounded Off, in that High Note, with a Scent of Nostalgia

picture from online…

So that, is how autumn made you feel, it gives you that sense of things ending, because the seasons had come to a close, or about to, as everything started changing colors around you, and nature just, didn’t have that vivaciousness of spring or summer anymore…

I Reserve the Right

I reserve the right, to SAY whatever the F*** (maxed out???) what I want to say, with NO reserves!

I reserve the right, to NOT like you, because, it’s MY feelings, and ain’t NOBODY EVER gonna tell ME how I should or shouldn’t feel about one thing or another again.  I reserve the right, to do whatever the HELL I want to do in this life, and you can’t tell me otherwise, you can’t live my god DAMN life FOR me.

I reserve the right, to live as I so choose, because life now belonged, to me (as it hadn’t from before!), I’d taken the right of MY life back now, and nobody will EVER have control over me again!  I reserve the right, to do everything I want to in this life, to dream, as big as the skies, and to reach for the stars, and even IF I couldn’t touch those twinkling eyes high up in the skies, I’ll still be okay, because I know, I’d done my best, to make it happen………

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Going to the Movies, Alone

There’s NOTHING wrong with THIS “picture”, it just shows, how comfortable this woman is, without the company of anybody ELSE BUT H-E-R-S-E-L-F!  Translated…

I loved the movies, and enjoyed going to see them alone.  If you ask me, would I feel lonely on my own, going to the movies alone?  I’d have to admit, a little bit, but I’d, truly, enjoyed that sense of freedom.

there’s, absolutely, NOTHING wrong, with this picture!  Photo from online…

I recalled that very first time I’d gone to see the movies alone, on January 8th, 2011, I saw “Morning Glory”.  That day, I’d taken my own sorrows which I can tell no one about, followed the characters in the movies, as they’d laughed and cried hysterically.  And, after the movies, after I’d walked far away from the movie theatres, I still feel immersed in the plot, and I felt so moved, for a very long time.

Some say, that “the crazies perform in the movies, the fools watched the movies”.  Reason why I’d cried and laughed, was because this movie had made a fool of me quite successfully, I’d, fallen, into the traps set by the scriptwriters.

As the plot described the female protagonist, in order to save the morning show from being canceled, she’d come up with an assortment of weird and wacky ideas, it’d made me, laugh.

And yet, as the female lead had, given up her chance at love, to live up to the role of an able-bodied working woman; and as she’d worked really hard, to change the ways of the selfish anchor, but because of how selfish, how difficult, he was, she’d felt beaten, again, again, and again; or how in the end, the entire team finally understood how much heart she’d, put into making the show happen, and everybody started, working together, to save this show, that’s received the lowest ratings for the morning news; with the scenes of the movie, I’d, fallen deeply, into the time and space of the film.  How the female lead had cried, for the various reasons, how angry she’d felt, how moved she was, I’d felt, affected, and cried too.

After this time, I’d fallen, deeply in love with going to the movies aloe.  Because in the darkness, I’d not feared getting laughed at by my friends, for laughing so hysterically at the plot, or crying so hard, as I felt moved, being so free, to express my own assortment of feelings.  And on top of that, I’d enjoyed the not-so-popular movies too, if I’d selected the early morning shows, then, I’d gotten the whole theatre to myself.

with no one else around, I can let my emotions run wild if I want to…photo from online…

To this day, “Morning Glory” remained one of my favorite comedies.  I’m truly glad, that I’d chosen it, as the very first movie I’d gone to see alone.  Because it’d made me forget why it was I was at the theatres alone, back then, the sorrows I couldn’t tell anybody else about, got resolved, with the flows of the plotlines.  And the times that came after this, no longer served as emotional outlets, instead, I’d starting, to enjoy this process, allowing my soul, to travel through time and space, being comfortable, alone, at the movies.

So, for whatever reason it was, you’d gone to the movies alone, and, you’d gotten a lot out of it, compared to before when you’d probably gone to the movies with someone else, and you felt liberated through the processes, being there, all alone in the theatres, you can cry and laugh out loud, and not get shushed or shunned.

A Marraige, Beyond Repair…

A marriage, beyond repair, that, is what they ended up, “sharing”…

A marriage, beyond repair, how did it, get to this, huh?  Was it because of something we had done?  Something we didn’t do?  What is it, that’s caused, this originally working (barely!) marriage to get beyond repair, do you know?

A marriage, beyond repair, and seeing how, this porcelain doll called marriage can’t get GLUED back to its originally, unshatttered state, why keep it, huh?  Let’s just, put it (the marriage) out of ITS misery, and make sure, that its sufferings, don’t get prolonged.

a marraige, broken 的圖片結果like this???  Not my photo…

A marriage, beyond repair, how do we decide, when enough IS enough, and that the marriage is no longer, worth the time, or the energy we’d, invested in?  And, what if, one of us still want to try to salvage it, while the other already, threw IN the towels?  What do we do ‘bout it then???

A marriage, beyond repair, well, we need to, patch things up, best as we can, even IF we know, that the marriage is, completely, shattered, into many millions of bits and pieces, so we can, both feel better, about, not being the one, to quit before its time-of-death!

A marriage beyond repair, that’s just it, I see no future, not for me, staying, STUCK in this no-longer-my-priority marriage, and so, I took the liberty, and went ahead, filed for divorce, without YOUR “consent” (as IF I’d needed “consent” to get divorced from you???)………besides, I’m the only one here, previously, working so god DAMN hard, trying, to keep this marriage of ours (it was, you DO realize that, don’t you???) going, and now, I’m done!

Elephants in THIS Room…

Is this, due to the hallucinogen that I’d, “accidentally” INGESTED a short while ago???  I really can’t tell…

There are, elephants in this room, and, they’re, blocking everything up!  Can’t you see them?  There’s one, eating the plasters of the wall (and god DAMN it, I just, repainted that particular wall, JUST last week too!!!).

Elephants in THIS room, they’d become, totally, distracting, they’d, taxed out both our attentions, that we could no longer, focus on the most important thing here in our lives: our marriage, this family we’d, started…

and see how there’s not much room for ANYTHING else, after that elephant got SHOVED, into the room here??? EXACTLY!  Not my painting…

Elephants in THIS room, maybe, if I just, ignore them, they’ll just, go away (uh, yeah right!!!), but, they’re, so enormous, they’d become, this EYE-SORE, they don’t even go with MY home décor, so, how can I just, overlook them, huh???  Elephants in THIS room, maybe, I should just, round them all up (like in a rodeo???), and, take them outside into the yard, or maybe, I should call in ANIMAL control instead, they’ll know what to do!

Elephants in THIS room, they’re not temporary, oh no, they’re, here to stay, indefinitely, until YOU start to communicate with me, but, you’d, SHUT down completely, and, nothing I’m saying, is getting through to you.  It’s like, I’m just, SCREAMING, getting ANGRY AT the W-A-L-L here, god DAMN it, it’s so, frustrating……………

Elephants are no longer, in THIS room of mine, I’d, handed them the EVICTION notice, as I AM the LANDLADY, and I took back control over EVERYTHING in my GOD DAMN F***ED up life already!!!