Thursday, November 30, 2006

Hormone 7 / 荷爾蒙 7

So I exercised HARDER. Pleasing Miss Hormone became a superb excuse for me to go on shopping sprees. Well, it was sad to say, but she still chose to sleep.

Monday, November 27, 2006

Hormone 6 / 荷爾蒙 6

The appearance of Miss Hormone gave me a hunch that something was not right. Life without love was never a big deal to me. But when I stayed longer and longer in the bathroom and my dear inelegant anal disease whispered at my ear in that tender tone meant only for its VIPs, it dawned on me that the problem was far more serious than I could imagine. With Miss Hormone's strike, my metabolism slowed down. This whole thing almost freaked me out. If you happen to hear any strange sound coming from the bathroom, please keep a secret for me.

Saturday, November 25, 2006

Hormone 5 / 荷爾蒙 5

At this moment, "Who...are you!!!" "I am Miss Hormone in your body, who is about to dry up...""Do you know that because of your passive and disdaining attitude towards love, I am dying soon?" Miss Hormone's howling almost tears the dark into pieces...

Monday, November 20, 2006

Hormone 3 / 荷爾蒙 3

I went to work as usual, lashed out at my brats as usual, and ran in the dark like a mad woman, as usual.

Friday, November 17, 2006

Hormone 2 / 荷爾蒙 2

Ten months ago, little Cupid took away from me the magic of love. I survived the harsh winter all by myself and made it to the next autumn.

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Thursday, November 09, 2006

Missing Florence / 想念佛羅倫斯






Florence is a girl from tropical Malaysia. When I first met her, it struck me as odd that a girl like her had such an European English name. She is no different from others from tropical countries. Her skinny little body was like a thin willow in the wind. The round glasses on her tiny face made her look much younger than her actual age. But when she started to talk, words of wisdom never stopped flowing out of her mouth. She came all the way from Malaysia to Taiwan at 18 and started a brand-new life far away from home by herself. No wonder she was much more mature than those peers who still lived at home.

When I was in college, I hardly got along with friends that were also from Taipei. Meanwhile, students from Southeast Asia were too foreign for me. I didn't find anyone who I could share my thoughts with. On a certain trip, I accidentally saw Florence's glow. Her comments were straightforward and wise. I found myself attracted to this unremarkable-looking girl. I was fond of her loyalty to her best friend, her tenacity to get the best out of life, and that pessimistic-but-not-sad resigned attitude. Florence was there in my most beautiful yet unstable years.

Florence played a role that I longed for all my life. When people were trapped in difficulties, she would state her objective opinions calmly and rationally, as a by-stander. In fact, she later complained to me that nobody really took her suggestions. What everyone sought for was some nice consoling words. After they were healed, they simply left her advice behind and moved on. Once she was so sick and tired of being taken so lightly and claimed that she wouldn't give suggestions anymore. I still clung to her like to a buoy on the vast sea, hoping that she would pull me up when I was down. I knew well that she was way too rational sometimes, but when I was overwhelmed with emotion, I needed to hear her voice.

After having been to Florence, I realized that the city name Florence was just right for her. She isn't like anyone from the tropical zone. Her ups and downs were perfectly hidden. She reminds me of the gentle and calm Firenze. There is no dazzling light, but she has that heart-warming magic.

At the end of autumn on the subtropical island, I am missing that girl named Florence, who lives in the tropical area…

Sunday, November 05, 2006

Another surprise for me / 我入圍2006年第二屆全球華文部落格生命紀錄類決賽



There have been a chain of "hasards ou coincidences" in my banal life lately. I can't but exclaim that the goddess of Fortune really smiles upon me. Last month, I happened to see this Chinese blog contest held by Chinatimes (newspaper). It occurred to me that I should fill out the form. After I sent it out, I totally left it behind. This week, I was quite surprised to receive the notice that I had been chosen as one of the candidates for the final.

The rebellious side in me kept protesting that I shouldn't write the old-fashioned kind thank-you note. However, I can't think of a more creative idea. Since I started the little room, I've been even firmer about my dream, which is to become an illustrator. And I believe the postcards I make have reached your hearts at one point or another. My ordinary life is thus full of expectations and hope. I am not a religious person, but I want to thank God, myself, and you, who keep coming back to my little room...