In Taiwan, Everything is Easy

Spain Vs. Taiwan (My Time) (Spain) ---    I could smell the cheese. I could taste the bread. (Taiwan) – Buzzing scooters kept me awake. (Taiwan)-- The society stared at their phone. (Spain) -- Parents supervised kids with a mug of wine. (Spain) -- Spanish filled my head. My feet shuffled forward and back, I screamed, “I will never leave!!” (Spain) -- I rank the atmosphere in Spain a 10. (Taiwan) -- Rain scares most. Teachers beat individualism, personality, and opinions that differ, out of more. (Taiwan)--  I rank the atmosphere in Taiwan at a 1 (on a lively day) (Spain & Taiwan)   They both nearly killed me, in their own way. I left Spain before the Honeymoon period ended. I stayed in Taiwan long enough to drive a car.  I Want To Sing Pusong Bato (Filipino Song) Rum emptied my glass. Rum repeated this process seven times.   The outside heat kept melting my ice. Conversation elevated my ...

Rain, Wash, Repeat= ADM (Anger Disgust Monotony) A mixture of anger, disgust, and monotony filled my heart. This vile mixture became difficult to avoid after 9 days. My right thumb pointed away from the South China Sea , towards the peak of Mount Darala . My right middle finger curled up 6 inches above my right index finger. The veins beneath each finger jumped out of their skin. My right Polock's middle finger (4th finger) mimicked my right index finger.  My right pinkie held air-borne above my palm.  The veins on the left side collapsed in defeat. I skipped the drama on my left hand. I directly clenched my fist. My teeth grinded hard enough to make my gums bleed. I noticed the grinding. I changed  to a nervous over-bite on my left bottom lip. I flexed both arms like I was holding a 200 pound curl bar. I pulled my clenched left fist (anger & disgust), and my right half-clenched fist (monotony)  towards the muddy and uneven...

Mom's Action Sweatpants My mom owned one pair of beige action sweat pants. Her beige action sweat pants horrified the Dent kids. My mom armed herself with a duster, on action sweatpants day. My mom taunted our favorite toys with the green lawn trash bags on action sweatpants day. My mom didn't need words. My siblings and I sprinted. My siblings and I put way our toys on action sweatpants day. We didn't want our toys to get green trashbagged (thrown away) on action sweatpants day. Matchbox cars and plastic WWF wrestling guys survived action sweat pants day. My mom threatened. She still had a heart. Broken-Earred Barbie (my sister's toy) also usually lived through action sweatpants Saturday My mom laced up the drawstrings to her action sweatpants on the first Saturday of the month at 9:00. My mom's action sweatpants lost many battles. Happy Meal grease, and red Gallo wine stained the front of my mom's action sweat pants. H...