Friday, November 19, 2021

Detached from society

Suddenly this phrase popped up in my mind "she is/gonna be detached from the society" and stayed there today till now. I missed it out on yesterday's rant, and that friend of my parents' did use this exact phrase. 

This is on the top of the list when people try to exhibit their pretentious sympathy over my despairing situation as a non-wage earner. Well actually, most people don't even pretend to be concerned, they just directly use it as a weapon to sword me down and stamp my corps over. 

"Oooh, she is gonna be detached from society, grow more and more ignorant, out of touch of the real world. Eventually, her husband would lose the taste of her and abandon her, because there are so many successful, rich, sexy and young girls out there, working for fancy corporations and uptown offices, to seduce him. Poor little thing that called 'housewife' or 'stay-home mom'..." 

If housewives are "detached from society", then what are they attached to, I can't help fathoming. Their breadwinner husband's underpants? His wallets? The children's asses? 

Looks like nowadays when the Chinese, the highest feminist rate among its population on the whole planet obviously, think about housewives, all they can picture in the mind is a woman chained to the corner of the house, wiping the floor by the day, no break no rest. In the night, she dresses up in a naughty nurse's costume, hair in, tits out, waiting to serve the naughty doctor in the neon surgery room... 

Well, well, it's true, ok? But this is not all that we do, alright? Besides being 100% emotionally and financially dependent on others, being physically and sexually exploited by the money maker of the house, we also enjoy taking some fresh air in the garden occasionally, walking on the pavement of the community with other housewives, if we are lucky enough, movie night out once a long while! Oh, the thrill of sitting in a movie theater surrounded by stranger people who whispered, laughed, burped and farted! What fascination! 

Detached from society...


*** [my rant when I was pissed last night]

I'm absolutely always put off by people (usually my parents' friends or acquaintances) whenever they talk about me with my parents, they are super duper quick, like a lightning, to give my parents advice such as "err, no matter what, she should find some job outside when the children a little older". And as how much you know me now, let's say it together, what would I respond? --> "WHY NOT YOU GO FUCK YOURSELF?!" 

Whatever I prefer to do with my life, is it any of your fucking business??? How much the fuck do you know me and what I do on a daily basis??? Ya, your daughter is doing some startup business, all successful and all that, and what did I say? I admired and respected that, did I ask you "When is your daughter getting a boyfriend? When is your daughter having babies?" I am never that low and insufficient with self-confidence, I am genuinely happy for other people's success, from deep of my heart. 

And you? With low esteem and unkindness, looking down upon people's free will and different life choices and striking them down like you and your kind are the smartest and most "successful" people on the planet. 

I'm always extremely proud of what I choose to do and not do, who I choose to be with and not. First of all, it's none of your fucking people's fucking business, secondly, people are different, don't use your narrow-minded standard to measure everyone and judge everyone, that only shows how small your view and heart is. 

Why I'm so pissed? Because I don't think it's one or two people's thing, but it's a cultural thing! And how the fuck it got to be formed, I have no clue...but I indeed bared through all these years of comments such as "What a waste of her degree and education, eventually just a housewife (who is worthless)..." "being a woman, you should stand up on your feet, find a job outside, or else your husband will surely abandon you" "All of your Xiamen U classmates are somewhat big shot in the finance industry in China, look at you, just a housewife"...

My advice to all of these people? 

1. Be confident and satisfied with what you have, don't go around using the material ruler in your hand to judge and demean people; 

2. Take a chill pill, open your heart and mind, there are many kinds of people in this world who want different things, in their own circumstances, doing their own stuff; 

3. Don't forget to Leave me alone and go Fuck Yourself (maybe a good fuck is what these people need, lord)

Monday, November 8, 2021

啼笑皆非的中國式洗腦

老爸莫名其妙很恐慌地講: "我今天看到海外華人網公眾號上面寫的一个新聞,說有一個華裔母親在你們家附近880高速上開車,突然一個子彈從哪裡飛進汽車,她兩歲的孩子被打死了! 你們開高速要小心!" 我一頭冷汗,很想回我父親,忍住沒回嘴: "如果我們死在高速上,99%的可能是汽車相撞出車禍。被飛進汽車的子彈打死,這個概率和流星撞地球的時候直接砸我們頭上一樣小。。" 

所以說成天在微信上獲取信息的,你永遠都擺脫不了洗腦的魔爪,成天生活在(傻逼式的無知無聊無稽的)恐懼裡。真的該怕的不怕,無厘頭的狗血東西一大堆。

了解我真實情況的人(看五分鐘我的油管就知道),再看國內那種洪荒式的慘絕人寰的毫無天理的對印度的抹黑以及對我的完全捏造的人身攻擊,還有人看不懂的嗎??? 要檢查一下自己的智商。。。

我們家附近有一群來美國生活了30,40年的華人老太太,每天在周圍走路,經過我們家門口有碰到都會聊一嘴。今年年初有天在我送女兒出門上學前,幾個好心的婆婆湊近了跟我講: "我給你提出來你不要介意哈,你們最好把門上的中國對聯拿下來,為什麼呢? 因為外國人都恨華人,外國人很壞很兇的,你門上貼个那麼明顯的對聯,黑人啊,墨西哥人啊,印度人啊,白人啊,他們看到後,會破門而入你們家,打砸搶的!" 當時我也是一頭冷汗,原來這些在美國生活了三四十年的老婆婆們,也都逃脫不了微信啊頭條啊抖音之類的洗腦。。。

我把我們家對聯拿下來了嗎?呵呵。。 我們家有被誰"破門而入"嗎? 不要把我笑死。。我們家對聯從二月貼在現在十一月,等明年新年再用新的換舊的下來,永遠都會在,怎麼,有人不爽嗎? 

我當然也告訴老婆婆們:"對不起,不是我不聽你們的,而是我老公印度人,也喜歡紅通通的對聯貼門上,是他不讓我拿下來的"。只有這麼說才能做到不傷害老婆婆們的感情了,畢竟反洗腦這個東西,上了年紀就極難做到。她們每天走在美國個人權利受保護的街道上,腦子卻還在中國製造的洗腦恐懼中,也是可憐。。。

Tuesday, October 26, 2021

The nightmare of visas and passports

Woke up at 5am to be in the hour-long call. Waiting half an hour for a representative. "You expected wait time is between 30 to 35 minutes". 5:25am right now in the morning. And I have been calling since yesterday, god knows how long this will last until we get somewhere.  

Nowadays getting an American passport renewed is this crazy. Booked an international flight, then rebooked different dates according to the situation. The situation is, you won't be able to get an appointment in the San Francisco area, the closest is Colorado, Seattle, or Los Angeles, at least every time I called, we are getting closer. For a 5-year-old, parents have to be present for the passport renewal in-person appointment, but I can't take my whole family to Seattle or Colorado on one of the weekdays for her interview right? 

There is some way to get to the system, and you would have to know exactly what date of travel to book and when to call, and I am using all the morning hours to figure out the system. Some of the representatives are cold, you won't get any information from them, some of them are sweet, you can piece together more clues through seemly casual conversations. It might take me weeks of back and forward, and still nothing. Should I wait until our December trip is up to do this? Trusting any system that blindly is simply stupidity. If this is the only way for my daughter to renew her American passport, then I will go through with it until she gets a passport!

And since when does a first-world American citizen getting a passport become such a nightmare? 

However, the hassle has always been there for me, a third-world refugee. From September of the year, I would start getting crazy with applications for passports and visas because we usually travel back home in December. Except for the year 2020, a quiet year, people were banned from going places.

American visa/green card for me and my husband, Indian visa/OCI (Overseas Citizen of India - equivalent to a green card) for the kids and me, Chinese visa for my husband, Chinese Travel Document for the kids, and our respective passports.

American visa for Chinese passport holders only valid for one year (except business and tourism). Every year when I visited China, I had to go to Guangzhou, which is 500 miles away, stay there for 3 days and apply for my American one-year visa. The cost each time was immense, my parents always companied me and my children and covered all costs.

From here, the most difficult ones are the Chinese Travel Documents for kids, oh lord. When my children were born I didn't have an American green card, thus my children could only apply for Chinese Travel Documents which could be changed to passports when they turn 18. And the Travel Document has to be re-applied every two years. For one child, I would drive at least three times to the San Francisco Chinese Consulate, spend a whole day waiting there. No need to mention the weeks-long preparation of documents, notarizations, and proofs.

The Indian OCIs were a huge pain in my ass too. For myself, I applied two times, roughly 5 years in total, 800 dollars, 15 days worth of work on documents and applications, 20 times notarizations, 2 attempts in the Chinese Consulate for proofing documents, 2 interviews in the Indian embassy, all got sank into the ocean, the red tape of India prevailed. A Chinese passport holder and their child and grandchild would never be granted an Indian OCI too easily. 

Till today, I still haven't got the OCI of India. Each time going to India, I go with a tourist visa on arrival, online application. The application is easy, just an hour-long, but I can stay no more than 30 days, sometimes no more than my returning flight indicates. 

For my children's OCI, thank god they are permanent for life. Each kid applied once, it was multiple times going to San Francisco, staying there for hours, got sent back because of more documents and notarizations. Eventually, both of my children got it, when they go back to India anytime in the future, just American passport and OCI, no more documents are required. 

My husband got the American green cards for us. For him, it was the "Most Crucial" among all the other visas and cards because we could have been kicked out of America anytime. Many people now left America because 15-20 years of green card wait is simply unacceptable for settling down. Why? Because only after 5 years of holding a green card, one can apply for a passport, with citizenship only, one can apply green card for one's parents. Can anyone take care of their parents if they know they would never be able to get green cards for them? We were seriously considering moving away, during the Trump administration, we were researching Canada, Australia, Singapore, and all.  

Whenever we talk about visas, my husband would brag about how he rolled his ass on the ground, shit tired, applying green cards for us. I mean, it was the lawyer hired by the company who did the job, charged tens of thousands of dollars, all he did was comply with documents and answers. "But it was the tension! It was the tension!" Now my husband naturally takes credit for the millions of visas and applications we had, proclaiming to be the king of visas.  

Talking about husband, on the very first days when Raj and I were met, there was an American boy, we talked several times, I met him prior to meeting Raj. Nice handsome boy, he assisted IT work in the I-house, a Berkeley student in a master's degree program. White American, the "Standard American", for Asians. He kept sending me messages asking for a date, I turned him down with clear nos and sorries, for an Indian. He couldn't help send me a message via Facebook once my photos with Raj were out: "wtf Momo? Are you serious?" Seemed like not only Asians understood the unmatchable value of a white American passport holder. Well, what he really meant, I would never know. 

Coming out from China, one of the most prominent online content was about visas, green cards, and how to get them. Which countries belonged to the EU? what's the policy in each country to get a 5-year permit? Did you need to get married or just claim to live together as partners? Among all the first-world status, the ultimate one was an American Green Card, worth a million. How to get one as a man? The category of different works and their timelines? How to get one as a woman? What men to aim for? How long the wait? What documents? 

You think I wouldn't know? I knew it all. 

But living under the third-world shadow doesn't mean I regard myself lower than anyone. You can go fuck yourself with your green card scenarios. Well, just a figure of speech, most people I met were nice and sweet. 

Well, I wish I could get done with my daughter's passport renewal soon enough...

Friday, October 22, 2021

Rainy day

I don't do well with rainy days. I am fundamentally grateful about the rainfall because California urgently needs water, but when it comes to my mood, down down down. 

I don't think it has anything to do with my childhood? Our South is always wet, spring with drizzling light rain and rumbling thunder that never stops for three months, summer with ground-wrenching lightning and pouring storms that often break roofs and flood rivers, then after the dry autumn, hails, icy rain blades and snow for winter. 

Supposedly, I should feel super attached to the 5 out of 365 rainy days in the forever-sunny California, but somehow, I don't do well with rainy days. 

The water is good, I like it when there's actually something coming down. But California doesn't have so much water, only hoovering gloominess that's not heavy enough to make an impact. 

Or am I just gripping onto anything that could be borrowed as a "valid" excuse? 

I'm exhausted. Feeling like being chipped away little by little, getting further and further off the track. No strength neither any will to get myself anywhere.

The most difficult thing in this world is being a full-time mother and not feeling like a maid. Because I am literally a maid if what I do defines who I am. Imagine all my work could be recognized professionally and rewarded with money value, I wouldn't hesitate to proclaim my occupation. Work is work. 

However, it's never about the money. But the desire to be seen being eaten away by unstoppable whines and cries, the longing to belong being drowned by endless dishwashing and clothes-folding. 

I stood up, caught a grip, took a deep breath, and continued to move forward. Then I got knocked down, stomped upon, broke into pieces. So I collected the fragments, sewed my arms back, straightened the legs, and took some more steps. Then I got pushed off the cliff, drowned in the ocean, eaten by fishes. So I assembled my skeleton back, installed a grin, adjusted the skull, and marched my bones on. 

Over and over again, over and over again.

I am exhausted.

I blame the gloominess of the rainy weather. 

Thursday, October 21, 2021

Without fall, without growth

Her 4th time falling from this big horse. 

Every time I couldn't help but scream a little. Especially today we were in an indoor arena due to rain, I saw clearly and got scared when the horse started panicking and jumping in the air. But I did resist the urge to run towards her and stayed where I was. I mean the coaches and friends at the arena advised me well on what I should and shouldn't do, and they helped her get back on the horse right away and praised the fabulous fall. 

Because "Good Fall!" "Now you are a True Cowgirl!" "Spit that dirt out!" plus nodding and clapping are what a child needs when he/she falls from a horse, instead of any encouragement for tears. 

If they see you reacting to it, they would start to overreact and might eventually develop fear and reluctance, they might forever give up on horse riding. 

Without fall, without growth, how simple it is, for everything in life.






Monday, October 18, 2021

Three Colors: Blue

I don't really have a favorite for anything. No favorite songs, no favorite bands, no favorite food, no favorite drinks, no favorite books, no favorite authors. I guess it's aligned with my personality, no fixation but a lot of flexibility. I like anything, I like anyone, as long as there's something to like about, matching up to my aspiration. Usually, it's specifically one thing at one time, not bound by names or categorizations. 

Never really had a favorite movie, nor trying to put my mind into defining one.

But this one, this one is something different. 

So many movies touched my heart, made me think over, changed certain perspectives. But this one just stayed with me. 

The cinematography and female angle is absolutely fabulous, nevertheless I only noticed it and am awed by it now, having an ample amount of understanding about feminism, more than 15 years after the first watch. When I was a college 20-year old, it was simply her strength, firmness and kindness that had struck me. 

I didn't completely understand how she felt when she was stuffing the pills into her mouth, neither did I understand what thoughts raced through her mind that lead to spilling the pills out in her hands and said "I can't do it. I'm sorry." 

However, that scene was one of the most impressive for me. Once in a while, it would resurface into my mind without me noticing. Now that I have my own children, I guess I'm finally capable of imagining the intensity in agony as if thousands of iron nails piercing through all the bones in the body. 

In order to live, one needs an unbelievably immense amount of courage and strong will. Finding a purpose in the existence and be convinced to drag on under harsh conditions, you can call that a definition of being fortunate.

No matter what pulled her through, either the sincere love and admiration from an honest and kind man, the unstoppable symphony inside her mind that could burst into powerful volcanos at any minute for a world that's ready to adore, or simply just life itself, life in a world which is tormenting and cruel yet never ceases to be beautiful. 

If we have made up our minds to stay, life is mostly about piecing yourself together from a million broken fragments and getting through one day even one hour at one time. 

After my recent revisit, I found myself landed in a place where what I appreciate the most is the gentleness and kindness deep in her soul. Even when she is completely broken, she would never allow herself to pick up the shattered sharp pieces on the floor and attack the others so as to disguise or outlet her own pain. Even in her worst agony, she still holds on tight to courtesy and the sweetness in personality, she is still a protector, someone you could surely rely on and rest your entire trust to. 

And that is the real strength. 

I had stored the movie on my old desktop, then I went to France, then here. I left my home forever, what I loved in my youth also was left behind and got lost. Although whenever I was not too caught up in life, I would think about it. In fact, I had never stopped thinking about it, I had been searching for it. 

Last night I sobbed through the movie, as if meeting a long-lost friend. 

I don't know how to write out all of my feelings about this movie, I don't know how to analyze it or come up with a review. Neither do I know if am I finally in the state to pick a favorite. 

But this one, this one is something different. 

When I close my eyes, sitting on the park bench in the ray of the evening sun, when I drive through the familiar streets and neighborhoods in the morning haze, when I find myself lost in the entangled complications of emotions and sentiments, I can't stop but feeling my own life through the blue screen, in her eyes that are sorrowful yet filled with light and hope. 

Hayek “The Road to Serfdom” 海耶克 ”通往奴役之路“

“Our freedom of choice in a competitive society rests on the fact that, if one person refuses to satisfy our wishes, we can turn to another. 

But if we face a monopolist we are at his absolute mercy. 

And an authority directing the whole economic system of the country would be the most powerful monopolist conceivable… it would have complete power to decide what we are to be given and on what terms. 

It would not only decide what commodities and services were to be available and in what quantities; it would be able to direct their distributions between persons to any degree it liked.”