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