Category Archives: Childhood Innocence
The Memories of Childhood Snack Noodle
How the childhood dreams and wishes, ended, in tragedy…translated… Back in the fourth grade, the school store started selling the snack noodles, twenty-five cents a pack, back then my allowances was fifty-cents a day, I’d usually saved the money inside … Continue reading
Was Caught, Trying to Kidnap Two Young Children, the “Uncle” on the Run for Five Hours & Was Caught
We have here, another, P-E-D-O-P-H-I-L-E!!! Off of the Front Page Sections, translated… The thirty-eight-year-old man, Chiu, two afternoons ago, rode past an alley of Longtan District in Taoyuan, found a pair of young children playing out by their house, he’d … Continue reading
The Air, My Friend
The column by Jimmi Liao, translated, by me again… Don’t Feel Sad Anymore, Humans Just Will, Never Look Prettier than Flowers. artwork of Jimmi Liao, courtesy of UDN.com And so, this showed, how we’re, often, pursuing things that really don’t … Continue reading
A Pedophile Junkie Went After Ten Young Children, Streamed Them All Live
Still, an ABUSER/ENABLER interaction style, or, kids are, dumber and dumber, and still, getting, MORE STUPID by the generation, who knows??? Predator ALERT!!! Off of the Front Page Sections, translated… The twenty-nine-year-old Lai was suspected of having pedophilic tendencies, suspected … Continue reading
Someone Who Walk Through Fires Daily
The confirmation of how his father, DID, love him, just in a way he never, expected it, translated… Before the elementary years, I’d stayed with my maternal grandmother, the doors of those countryside houses are useless, grandma told me, if … Continue reading
The Air, My Friend
The column by Jimmi Liao, translated by me… Ahhhhhhh! Summer, COME! Ahhhhhhhhh! MERS-CoV, GONE! There’s, NOTHING that I Want More. This is, what everyone of us in the world’s, hoping for right now, isn’t it? But, there’s, NO telling WHEN … Continue reading
Traumas of the Body
Traumas of the body, they, stayed with us, even until, after we’d, forgotten exactly, what had happened! Traumas of the body, they’d, hurt, and feel so very arousing at the same time, don’t they? But, how can something that’s AWFUL, … Continue reading
Sprouting
How the other half, lives, translated… Child, your dreams aren’t, on the floors. Early in the morn, you were, pulled by your mother, to set us a stand, your sense of sleep died on your way to setting up. You’d … Continue reading
What the Textbooks Told Us Not to Do
Things in his childhood years, that extended, into adulthood, although, the reason for him doing what he did was, quite different, translated… I’d, tiptoed, quietly, into my mother’s kitchen on the back. Careful, like Bruce Willis in Die Hard, about … Continue reading
Shadows on the Swings
There were shadows, shadows that came, to our playground that, hogged up the swings, they just, got on them, and, refused, to get off, and we’d, done all that we could, to get them, to get off, so we can, … Continue reading