A Fly In The Ointment

Ha ha ha ha!
Guess what? This is the first time I committed a crime!

Yesterday after school, I went to see the movie-- "Lust Caution".
With five people barring the pavement, it seemed we were going to have a gun fight. The first one to hit upon such an idea of going to the movies was the dyed-in-the-wool 18-year-old Little Pan, and it turned out to be a six-people outing.

As the school bell rang, we all rose from our seats and went out the classroom in a haste. Everyone passed by were making jokes of us, calling us "Lust Caution Group" (which means, "色戒團"). In the meantime, we found two members having forgotten to bring their clothes-- one was Little Pan, and the other was me (how embarrassing...). As I am a fake 18, I could only borrow a jacket from one of them, so that my uniform wouldn't be that shiny. But it seemed that we were too cautious about how to fool the ticket seller. After all, she just asked us a simple question: "Are you 18?" and we answered yes quickly, which seemed more unconvincing. And the six tickets all came into our hands with ease.

After the show, we came out from the theater with satisfaction, sharing different feelings about the movie. However, I won't tell you any single word of it. Just wait to see until you are 18 XD!

Oh, something funny has come to my mind. I remember that day in the English class, Stephanie introduced a new phrase-- a fly in the ointment, which means "an evil member of the herd" (害群之馬), more correctly, "a shit of the mouse ruins the whole porridge". And Big Orange came up a question:

"Why do they say it 'a fly in the ointment'?"

The teacher thought for a while and said:
"'Cause if a fly has been stuck into the ointment, it couldn't be used for your skin anymore."

"Then WHY NOT just pick it out from the ointment?? It still can be used!" She yelled.

At the same time, I thought to myself,
So, would you just pick that shit out of the porridge and continue to eat that thing?

~S~

Promise Her The Moon

Hey guys. I'm back!

Sorry that I kept you waiting...yeah, I know it's been a long time. I've just come back from Nantou, my hometown. And I find myself infected by my sister...not so much a flu but a sore throat, and running nose...so now I am a patient. I have to warn ya-- Don't taunt me at school!

Tomorrow will be the Moon Festival. Thank goodness so far we've got a bunch of moon cake from Dad's and Mom's students. Now all I have to worry about is my weight. How I wish someone could help me consume all of these fat oil things...

I went back to my grandparents' home for only one night, seeing if they were ok, having a reunion with some of my cousins. But one thing is truly a surprise for me. I found an old book from some of those dusted bookshelves. Leafing over some pages, I found it was a book necessary for me. I can benefit from it a lot, 'cause it tells the information of those endangered species on this island (including my favorite Formosa Antelope)-- very detailed and practical. Most of all, it was written in both Chinese and English! So I can learn about those unique animals and practice my English as well. How nice it is to kill two birds in one stone!

Okay....I gotta go. Just to tell you that I'm fine.
The last thing-- Hope we'll have a beautiful moon on tomorrow's Moon Festival!

~S~


Here is a lovely song called "Promise her the moon".
Oh my, short pants! lol... anyway, forgive them...they are the 90's.
Besides, still, he looks sooo cute doesn't he?
I hope you'll like it.


Mr. Big - Promise Her The Moon

Blowing me Away

Goshhhh!

It was not until the teacher came into our classroom and told us the big news that I finally noticed a big typhoon was coming. And I got to know the next day was a break day when I had just been much familiar with this typhoon for less than four hours.
Actually, I was so reluctant to have a day break, 'cause if it were not the typhoon, we should have three quizzes (two for English, one for Chemistry), and a biology experiment. And now they're waiting for us ahead, bumping all together. How nice to have a day break! Grrrr...

But, after all, I gave up complaining. Since the rain kept falling down and down all--day, it wasn't too bad to stay at home, I thought. It wasn't wise for a man to get under the down-pour. So, I began to read my books, sometimes enjoying watching the raindrops falling. I stared into the distance by my window, wondering if its silence held the answer to my questions.
Everything was so quiet, you know.

Everyone, I mean every human, would have thought about these questions before: How do people think of me? Do the one I love also regards me as a friend worth spending time with? Or everything I did for her is just in vain?
In fact, no one exactly knows the answer, but keeping them in mind often used to make me knew how to deal with people, or contrarily, it pushed me into the whirlpool.
But now, I finally realize there is no use thinking all of these questions, since you will never be the person who you always worry over.

Someone I couldn't remember exactly said that...you would never be in others' shoes because they were not fit to your feet anyway. But you could stay by her side and walk with her along the way, and then you knew how she felt, even her pain.

I think friends are not chains that cling you tightly. Sometimes a boundary may make a person seem so far away from you, but all you have to know is that-- she is there, or rather the distance will be even better for both of you.
You have your own life, so does she. There's no reason to let another person take them all away from you. The truth is, only when you come to recognize yourself, the light shining in yourself, do you realize how much a friend have given to you. But seldom did people say thank you, only thinking the loss of themselves, never trying to come out.

I know I have come out of the rain, despite with scars and wounds carved on my body. I don't care how people think of me, just because I'll be pleased only if I follow my heart. I go when it shows me the way.

Anyway, sometimes thinking of these things is quite interesting. Figuring out what comes into your mind is not as boring as chewing those textbooks.
Tonight we had curry for dinner. As I was peeling the potato, I looked at it for a while and said to my sister,
"Potato,"
"Huh?"
Then I turned around and pointed at my father, who was watching TV,

"Couch potato."

She laughed.
Humph, cooking is not just a women's business.

~S~



Stand Still Look Pretty -- The Wreckers




I found this video in search of the song from "the wreckers", since I've listened to one of its members' songs before. However, I could only find this video which sounds much clearer than any others. Although I don't know who the dancer is, I think she's beautiful.

And I get you another one.
Check this out! Coool


Wonderwall

Wonderful Day

Remember me? Long time no see, guys!

We have finished our first mocks this day, and it was truely burning us all out!

All of us raised our both hands into the air and shouted: "Hurraay!!" at the moment the bell rang. Then we exchanged different opinions of how we wrote the writing part during the exam. For the title "Youth" in the Chinese subject, some said their mind went blank and that had been staring at the test paper for more than ten minutes; others said their youth had already died for these no-ending tests.

As for the English subject, though I didn't do well at the first part, I could say, I felt quite happy when I wrote under the title-- An Unforgettable Family Activity. Despite having chosen a common subject to write with, which was mountain climbing, I tried to use every word I learned to describe the special feeling of taking an adventure in the unpolluted nature. So, instead of taking the test too seriously, I think I regarded it as a little challenge that worth facing, and enjoyed taking the tests, for I could learn fom them.

Ok, finally the test was over, and I got two of my classmates-- also friends-- with me to Haggen dazs! Envy me? Hah ha....We had promised each other for the date long long ago, but it was never carried out, due to the typhoon. And then we eventually made it a date.

We spent a great evening there, tasting delicious (also high-priced) ice cream. Sharing a glass of chocolate milk, with three small balls of ice creams and bubbling cream floating on top of it, we found it too difficult to take the first bite-- how could you ruin this masterpiece? But eventually we did, for our stomach starving throughout the day should be paid off. However, we ate it in small mouthfuls, due to the cost of 240....

"Hey! Lin-yi! One drop of chocolate is sliding from the side! Quick! Shovel it! Don't waste any drop-- or it will not just cost us two-forty"
"I'm trying! 300, 280, 270, thirty left...Phew! 240"

or "I can't believe you've spilled one drop on the table! That cost $1!"
"I'm sorry (hiding her head)"

They both are funny. I just couldn't help but burst out laughter all the while.

After this pleasant date, we waved goodbye and went home. How nice it is to spend time with your friends after a tiring day!

~S~






My sister accidentally shot this picture of him when we were watching TV.
Someone gave a comment to this picture which was that-- "He who holds the remote control is god!"
Quite funny.

Pretending Young

Oh, today is Saturday, the beginning day for my weekend. But I just can't keep myself from missing all of you and the days we shared together all the while. It seems that I should belong to school but not this place where I've been staying in 16 hours a day for twelve years.

Although the first mock exam is just around the corner, I'm here to tell you that...nothing can stop me from writing! But, hey, I'm not that kind of person who abandons himself to cyberspace. I'm just stealing a moment from burying myself under the pile of textbooks.

Well, I'm in a great mood yesterday at school.
Despite having been scared by a nightmare before the day was started, everything went on smoothly...Huh? What nightmare? Well....I dreamed of my friend being chased by a violent bull, and it turned out that she was seriously hurt by the tip of the horns...Hey, that's not funny at all. In that dream, I was too stunned to do anything for her, but just watching her being thrown into the air, and then touching to the ground heavily. Of course I felt pretty down at the moment I woke up, but I was glad to find out it was just nothing but a dream that wouldn't come true anyway. And that girl playing a part in the haunting dream even invited me to be her badminton partner in the afternoon PE class. Certainly, I didn't tell her about that dream (or she would have killed me).

Forget about that dream. Anyway, I had a good time during the day. The sky had been cleared up before I went to see my beloved teacher-- Andrea. It was at lunch time that I brought all of my belongings (my lunch box, clothes that could let me change later before the PE class, and, of course, my toothbrush) with me to her place-- you know, they were just in case of not having enough time as I drove back to our classroom.

I waited for her a short time, eating my lunch. After all, it was a long distance between the two buildings from end to end of the playground. She finally showed up, greeting me with a beautiful smile on her face. I wonder why I forgot to tell her how pretty she was at that moment. Then we chatted throughout the break-time.

After sharing me the life of her further education in England, the bell rang just in time. She had one class later on, and I had the chemistry also, so we walked together in the way to our classes. As we passed by the playground, I said, "Don't you feel it's a nice day? --The wind is just like coming from a foreign country." She definitely agreed with me, as the mild breeze kissing our cheeks. She missed the days in England, and I enjoyed earning back a piece of delight after coming out of the rain which belongs to the past.

Accidentally, we came across two people, that handsome guy and the big sister. Andrea didn't recognize him before we both were close enough, even face to face.
"Hi, Andrea." "I didn't notice it was you before I was just going to say something to her."
"Hey!!"
They both looked at each other, laughing.

"Oh, so you've been ignored, poor guy." I said.
Big sister stared at me with her eyes wide open.
"Hey, I didn't know it was you! Stephanie!"

So I've been ignored also, poor me. I said to myself.
"You look a bit different today. Oh, I know. You've bound your hair."
Yeah, many of my classmates had been gazing me with a queer eye lately. But I kept it like that just to keep away from the heat smothering my neck.

Afterwards we said goodbye.

Still, I couldn't tell why I feel so happy on that day. Probably it was for spending time with my former teacher, or bumping into two old friends, or winning two courts during the sweating PE class.
Or, maybe, the nice weather brought these all together.

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Mr. Big - Shine

Living Under The Sun

What a tiring day!
Our biology teacher was having us do an experiment throughout the day. And it seemed as if we all have been burned out, worn out and tired out all day long. However, I learned many things from studying....umm..but...I still can't figure out why our biology teacher was such in a bad mood today. Probably it was because some of us broke the samples. It should be quite a loss. Besides, she looked as if her energy has been spoiled and squeezed to the limit by all of these annoyances. I'm worried about her quite a little. Hopefully she wouldn't put herself under so much pressure.

One of the brief interludes on today was that my friend tabbed me as an abnormal person who enjoyed watching a bunch of roaches fed in our school taking baths. Hey! I didn't say I enjoyed it! But just said...Look! How cute they were when they wash their long antennas....Anyhow, she couldn't understand after all.

My Dad has come back home for one day and 4 hours, and my Mom still has to get on with her work for a stay in Germany. Without the chef, these days, I've become a talented dinner-maker, just need a little wariness of keeping an eye on the food. Something (a plumpy, chubby, fluffy fatty) is always showing its eagerness to have a bite on anything I cooked, or even uncooked. Once I gasped at the sight of seeing him stealing a piece of something from the dinner table. Of course I cursed and shouted to him at the top of my lungs, giving some punishments. But later on I couldn't believe that, instead of taking one bite on some of the body parts of the fish, he had just stolen one leaf of the cabbage....Is he a vegetarian?? Hopefully not. I would be glad if he told me he was on a diet.


However, kids, doooo nooooot ever steal one bite from anything on the table before dinner time, unless it is you who cook the food.

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Mr. Big - Goin' Where The Wind Blows




Paul Gilbert (the guitarist with brown hair at the right) is also one of my favorite musicians! He really resembles one of my classmates who I've been admiring for a long time....I wonder if he has a missing sister.....hmmm. But he was no longer staying in Mr. Big after they had been resting for a couple of years, and then they built up the band once again with another guitarist-- Richie.

A Cat Under The Skirt

Oooh Yeah!!
This is my newborn blog, baby! It's a new start, a new beginning.

Oh, I just saw my cat chasing after his not-long-enough tail in circles....He's not smart enough to notice that he'll never catch his tail anyway. Besides, a tail isn't edible, neither good-tasting.
Perhaps you may think it cute, but for me it's quite silly. To tell you the truth, that fatty often "bumps into" my one-side leg when he's in a hurry (and I'll never know what he's hurrying for)... "Ahhhhhhhh! Watch out before you Walk!!" --and he often ignored what I said, rushing to places where he could find food.

Ok, yeah, I know you're gonna ask me why I removed my blog to this place.
The only reason I can tell you is that-- there's no such reason, just like everyone kept asking me "Why have your hair cut??" I have already told you, I like it so I do so.

But I think it'll be too pitiful for my blog not been given an authorize ceremony...Unlike a piece of news about a 98-year-old lady saying that her stingy grandchild gave her a blog as a birthday present, which turned out to be visited by over 20 thousand people, I would say, this is not a birthday gift for me, but a birthday gift for everyone of you, especially for my blog! Though today probably is not the day you were born anyway, I hope everyone can receive the same joy by taking everyday as a birthday! So I got this blog for you. How superfantastic!

Here comes a question-- what is the word "superfantastic"? You can ask your English teacher, but she may say you've been fancying yourself as God by creating new words.
This word, superfantastic, came from one of the songs by a US singer I loved now. His name is Eric Martin. I've never thought of being captured on the spot of listening to a singer's voice at the first time. I even cannot believe I've become one of his "fans" (this word seems so weird on me). But what I can't deny is that his cracking voice is truely fascinating. Let me share you something about this magnetic young man.

Actually, he's not young at all. He's already 47, but he stays young from his out-looks. Which is more interesting, he looks even younger after he cut his bushy, long, out-of-the-fashion hair, which should belong to the 80's (though I think both of the hairstyle are fit to his image).

The way I got to know him was absolutely an accident. At first I was just searching for some videos taken of 蕭敬騰 on YouTube, one of which he gave a live of singing this song-- "To Be With You". Not until then did I know there was a band called "Mr. Big" releasing these haunting songs. You may not even guess that Stephanie will listen to those "Rock" songs instead of those classics. However, I'm in love with that voice, and I bet you will.

Lately I had a chance to surf on his web-site. I already knew that "Mr. Big" had separated on their way in 2002, ended up at a farewell tour. But the vocalist keeps on performing actively at every spot on the globe.

I was moved by the way he described their breaking-up situation, and the reason for this farewell tour, "Over the last 6 years, I could say...a lot of bridges have been burned, communications break down...It's just like, a 'married couple'. They love each other but they do not like each other any more. But they stay together for the child."
Oh, poor Eric! It seemed that the rest of the members were in conflict with their vocalist (they even didn't attend his wedding). Anyway, let bygones be bygones. He's now active in giving tours throughout the world.

Right now he's on a tour in the southern part of the globe, right now in Australia!
"Why didn't he come to Taiwan? Why couldn't he??" I asked my elder sister in a harsh voice.
"It says--'Down Under', the title of the tour."
"So what?"
"Which means he's giving a tour 'down under' the globe. And we're right here-- in Taiwan, at the Northern Hemisphere."
Goshhh! We're at the damned "Up Above". No wonder he wouldn't come.
Let's sway our bodies and move the island to the south!
Just kidding.

And now he's already 47 (only 1 year older than my parents, amazing!). He has twin sons, who are small enough to be my brother. But in the determination of becoming "Stephanie Martin", I would rather wait for 10 years (just because I've already lost the chance of becoming the "mother". Eric Martin is old enough to be my Dad). He also shows his fondness of his two sons. Being a childlike father, he is sooooo cute when he write about something of them on his blog--

"My little baby boys are not so little anymore. Dylan & Jake are bouncing off the walls…'Ok boys Daddy’s got to write! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!' Anyway you get the picture. But (here comes the disclaimer) they’re so adorable. Every morning I am met with big hugs and mushy kisses…."

"I know, I know, I’m a tardy Mofo when it comes to this news thing…but truthfully I didn’t think you boys & Girls wanted to hear stories about my kids or how many diapers I’ve changed or how many times I have scolded Dylan for screaming at the top of his lungs like I use too when I was his age."

What a good father XD!
So, work on your English. Then you can fly to America and pursue your dreams (becoming Stephanie Martin? Yeah, I'm kidding)!

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Mr. Big - Superfantastic


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Eric Martin