Mr. Fried Shrimp Seals on Hide-and-Seek

Stepping out of one’s own comfort zones, you might discover something about yourselves, translated…

From when I was younger, I’d loved playing hide-and-seek, I’d especially enjoyed hiding in that spot but not get found by those who’d passed me by, with that mixture of sense of achievement of not being caught, and with the sense of lost, of not being found. The hiding place for me was, the weirder, the better.

White is my protective color, and so, I’d hidden in cream and butter the most, but because I got so good at hiding, every time I’d played the games, I’d needed to, wait a very long time to get found, and so, I’d stopped, hiding out in the pile of butter.

like this???  查看來源圖片image from online…

Recently, because I wore my knitted orange striped socks, I was mistaken for fried shrimp, and started getting out of the comfort zone of white, and attempted to mask myself as a burger with fried shrimp.

At first, that was quite exciting, after all, it was, a semi-open hiding space, and it’d worked out quite well too, half of the people just thought that I was drizzled in white sauce, which allowed me a better angle, to observe everybody’s expressions, so very interesting.

I blame myself for getting comfortable, hiding in white from before.

This is on the importance of stepping out of our comfort zones, yeah, it would feel a bit dangerous, sure, but, if we don’t venture out of those zones of comfort we are staying in, how the HECK can we know what sort of wonderful things await us out there?

 

 

 

 

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The Cobbler, Wen

A dying industry, and he is, the LAST of that dying breed! Translated…

“The sign maker wrote it wrong, I’d told him that it was ‘Wen’s shop’, but he’d written it into ‘Wen Ho’, but it didn’t matter.”, he’d thought a bit, then, told, “There was a banner that’s posted by the sidewalks, but every time the technical high school students passed it, they’d hollered out, ‘Wen Ho’, ‘Wen Ho’, so I’d, put it up.” I’d told the cobbler, that Wen Ho is great, felt very Hong Kong style, it’d, made me remembered.

sketch from the papers online…今日登場/阮光民

He’d mentioned how people often mistaken that the cobblers are a profession where the skills were passed down, actually, those who’d fixed up the shoes, were the shoemakers themselves, if you don’t know how to make shoes, how can you fix them? In the early fifties, when he was only thirteen years old, he’d started apprenticing, normally, it takes three years, but, for most, they would take another four more months, to “make up”. Because in the process of apprenticing, there are still days off, and so, as they’d become the professional cobblers, they’d needed to make up for the time that’s lost, and because they already had the skills, so they were called, “fixers”

“In the past, we’d worked a day, and made the same as a month’s salary compared to the factory workers.” He said that don’t mind that he’d talked about the older times, because it’s no big deal, making the shoes, fixing up the shoes became more stable compared to shoemaking, the shoemakers only work for the summer and winter seasons, from before, they get to work for four months out of the year, and now, there’s only two months, so he’d started fixing up the shoes.

He’d used “going down to”, I’m sure, that being old as he, he really was like he said, living in the clouds now.

And so, this, is a dying industry, because now, when your shoes get worn out, you’d normally just, throw them away, and buy yourselves new ones, and, this puts the cobblers out of business, and, this man is the LAST of the dying breed, but he still works, because there’s still a big enough market for the services he’s providing right now.

Saved Your Lies, for a Worse Day…

Still not in my nature, to THROW anything away, fearing, that I may one day, need what I have no use for right now…

So, I’d, saved your lies, for a worse day, but, I’m having better days now, and so, your lies stopped, making their treks across my mind. Saved your lies, for a worse day, I shouldn’t have, I know, because on my worse days, I’d be desperate, for that cheer-me-up, and your lies, just don’t, do the “trick” at all, but, I’d, saved them, for a worse day.

I suppose, it’s how I want to, remind myself, how your lies are, FAR worse than the worse days that I’d currently be, experiencing? Like measuring down, and feeling good ‘bout myself, maybe?

Saved your lies, for a worse day, until, all I got, were your lies, manifesting, into my life, and, every day gets worse than the ones that came previously. This won’t do!

So, I’d, stopped saving your lies, for ANY day, besides, been living with your lies, for too long, it’s time, I’d, cleared them all away, and, the moment I got rid of that latest and last lie of yours, I see the sun, shining on my face…

I will NEVER be, saving your lies again, learned THAT lesson, the HARD way too, don’t you know???

 

 

 

 

 

The Tree to Remember Nan-Nan with

Interactions, or rather, something that’s, routine, that this family shared, with their neighbor’s dog, translated…

My neighbor’s dog wasn’t kept locked up inside, and enjoyed wandering about. Every time he sees that we’re about to head out, and he’d not had anything planned, he’d, walked along with us for a bit.

It’s not a big deal, if we’re, headed into the fields or the skating rink, but, it’d become, troubling, if we’re, headed to restaurants or libraries. Because this pet looked like a dirtied dish rag constantly—he’d rarely, been bathed or groomed, and constantly, wandering. As we are about to go someplace public, we’d, had to tell him, to not “see us off” all the way there. And, although Nan-Nan’s sight is no longer as what it used to be, he’d still pretended that he’d not understood us, and, so, we’d, had to put on the skit of, “let’s ditch the dog”.

One evening as we’d gone out to dine, Nan-Nan started, trekking along behind us. The four of us decided to split up separately, too see who Nan-Nan would follow, and, he’d, ended up, following me, who’s, with the least clue of how to ditch him.

My family waited several kilometers away, to see, how I will, ditch him. After I’d, turned at the old Indian laurel fig, I’d, held my breath in, waited for Nan-Nan, to check to see where I was—and, I had, won that game of hide-and-seek!

文‧圖╱朱靜容artwork from the papers online…

And, after Nan-Nan had passed away, every time I’d passed by that old tree, I’d, remembered how I’d, played hide-and-seek with him. Typhoon Maggie once brought this large tree down, and, the local residents worked their hardest to save it, and, months later, this old tree became, brand new again.

And now, the old India laurel fig got moved, to an empty place, and, if I’d, played that game of hide-and-go-seek again with Nan-Nan, he would’ve, surely, found me, quickly and easily.

That game of hide-and-go-seek must’ve been real interesting to play, and, perhaps, the dog just, wanted some company, or he’d, enjoyed, accompanying the family to and fro, and, they’d made a game out of this dog’s tendencies, and, now, as the dog died, the memories of this game that they played, are still, very much alive in those who’d, interacted with him.

Parallel Conversations People are Having on My Comments Page…

Uh, did I MISS that memo or somethin’???

There are people having, parallel conversation on my comments page on here, and, it’s, odd! Why, are you having those, one-way parallel conversations on my comments page? Is it, that you simply, need to, pour your god DAMN hearts out to anybody who’ll lend you a helping ear? (go lie on that COUCH, and PAY your SHRINKS, people!!!).

查看來源圖片like the Chinese idiom???  Illustration from online…

Parallel conversations that people are having on my comments page, this always, amaze and amuse me. I mean, how O-D-D is that? And, are any of y’all having these sorts of encounters too?

Parallel conversations that people are having on my comments page, it’s, like you’re, fishing, just, casting that line into the river, without even LOOKING at where you’re, THROWIN’ it in, and, you really could care LESS, if that hook HITS that rock that’s, inside that river or not, like, there’s, this need, for you, to get whatever the HECK it is you wanna say out, like if you hold it in too long, it’ll, show up on your bodies as bruises or something!!!

查看來源圖片or this, maybe???  Image from online still…

Is that what that is, when people have parallel conversations on my comments page? Or, is it something else entirely, totally, different than what I’d, just described here?

Tai-Chi on My Tongue

What this mother learned about herself, from that tongue-twister her son gave to her to work with, translated…

As my son entered in to the house, he’d told me to say these words quickly, “Gundam on the monkey bars”, how hard can that be?

And yet, I got, tongue-tied, where did my bad pronunciation come from?

And I’d, stated the characters, slowly, word-for-word this time, “Gun Dam on the Monkey Bars”, and, my son was already laughing too hard, that he’d, started, rolling around on the floors.

illustration from the papers online…文‧圖/朱靜容

Was it me? Normally, as I was, scolding him, my tongue was so sharpened it’d never get tied up like this, and how can I, be defeated by these, five stupid characters? As I’d cooked, I’d, practiced it in my mind, and, I’d felt, that my brain cells were, on fire, and, there was, that “SNAP” of the muscle that connected my tongue.

Slurred speech, was a sign of aging or degeneration of the brains! Take a deep breath, start slowly, and speed it up, plus, I’m no tongue-twister expert, so I’ll, use the slower, tai-chi method, to start training my tongue! “Gundam on a Monkey Bar”, hmmmmmmmmmmmmm, getting better, I’d, found my spoof back again.

And now, before I lecture, I’d, started practicing the tongue twisters, “the Gundams on a Monkey Bar”, “The Chemistry Dissolved”, “The Performers Swim Well”…………

tongue-tied here, illustration from online…查看來源圖片

And, this mother learned, that she shouldn’t, speak so fast, and that sometimes, her mind moved, a lot faster than her tongue can, and so, she’d, started, training her tongue’s speed, until it’d moved in syncopation with her mind too.

If You Don’t Love Me…

If you don’t love me, then, don’t hold me, set me free, it wouldn’t be fair, to me, or you, to keep me, hangin’ ‘round! If you don’t love me, just say it already!!!

If you don’t love me, why you still, lettin’ me hang ‘round you, huh? And, shouldn’t we, just break it off, for once, and for all, instead, of, getting comfortable with each other’s bodies? If you don’t love me, just say the word, and I’ll see, where I go from here. But you can’t, you’re, too addicted, to this feeling of ecstasy that you feel when you get into my body, aren’t you???

If you don’t love me, and love’s been, dead, AND gone, buried, TEN-FEET under (‘cuz six feet ain’t deep enough???) many, many, many years ago. If you don’t love me, then, why you still come back ‘round, whenever life beats you down? Because I’m that safe place for you, that you feel, warm and taken care of in? And what makes you believe, that I am, always, going to be, the door that stays open, 24/7, just in case you needed to come and score some, huh???

If you don’t love me, just cut the ties already, oh wait, because you can’t, cut the ties, therefore, I MUST, because that, is how much respect I have, for me, and loving you, would not, be respecting ME enough, and I got, too much SELF-RESPECT, to love anybody like Y-O-U!!!