I miss you, Hedwig.

I think, no doubt, I belong to rock n roll.

If I were born in the 60s, I would cry out my love in Woodstock; if in 70s, you know I would definitely look as glamorous as I can. You probably would not understand how much your story rocked my world, and I didn’t realized it either until lately.

Awkwardly while I am trying to document something at this moment with my tears streaming down, I lost all the words. When you dedicate your whole to love, to life and to rock’n'rollers, can I dare to say I feel connected thoroughly to you? I was trembling listening to Lauper covered your “Midnight Radio”, and she’s really doing more than alright.

Can we hold on to each other tonight? Can you see my hands up?

Always, to look life in the face

Luc senses a hole in his life.

It bothers him for weeks. He thinks that it results from a drastically paralyzing daily routine which can not be carried on properly. He used to be a punctual student, wake up at 7 and be on time at school at 9. Although he knows learning another foreign language is not his priority, he still tries to enjoy it, and maybe somehow he does. To be with classmates, to be praised by the teachers, to utilise his talent in communication, and to impress everyone how rapidly he can catch up the phrases and grammars give him the pleasure. However, all the routine has the same fatal factor which would be generated by itself inevitably, boredom, not to mention this is not obligatory routine but a chosen one.

Additionally, this moment in his life, for Luc, is not crystal clear. Leaving his country to a strange place to settle down with merely a vague vision of what he might want or try to do and all these restrictions a foreign place could bring, language barrier, culture difference, racism, and self-esteem issue, he finally realizes it is more difficult to be yourself right here right now. As if one looks at the foggy sight with scratched dirty goggles, not promising at all.

Is it the place and timing? They say it tops the third place of highest suicide rate on this planet. It still snows in March, which is more considered to be so called spring time. It is not really depressing to him. It just lasts too long, like his own blear condition. He knows it would be too passive to sit and wait for a breakthrough point, but he feels there is nothing he can actually progress.

He senses a hole in his life, when he looks it in the face.

(image source: http://missmelinus.deviantart.com/gallery/ by linus l.)

Yoga Mama and Unrecognizable Veggies

Time to kick myself in the butt and squeeze out some going-ons and have-beens in my side of story.

This year I got the chance to plan the whole Mother’s Day event (before me, it seems to be my dad who’s in charge, and he’s the only one frankly). According to my developing LOHAS lifestyle and health awareness, I chose a vegetarian restaurant. Hui Liu is not a regular one that common veggie lovers or Buddhism practicers would go frequently, since it presents an innovative, exquisite, and eastern-and-western styles mixture cuisine. Also the retro, natural, and bambooish interior design adds more trendy and hip texture to it, which may imply that it is for people who want to spend the money on eating green leaves to make them feel better, healthier, and “in” (the trend). But to me, being a fancy son, I only try to feed my family some creative stuff.

Somehow I forgot my younger sister, Eileen, has a severe ill-balanced appetite about vegetables. She really had a hard time dining there. The food mixed up organic veggie chunks and delicately cooking skills. While Eileen put aside most of the food after one sip or bite, my parents and I were having our own fun guessing what those plants/ingredients actually were.

“I think those little tarts are made of corn powder and millet…”

“Yeah! And those eggplants with tomato sauce taste like pizza!”

“Is that red stuff on the steamed tofu Monascus?”

“Or beet powder?” I felt like going back through my high school biology course. Don’t get it wrong, I enjoyed it.

As for the present, two weeks before the Day I came up with the idea to sign up my mom to a yoga course. Owing to she didn’t do much exercise ever since she had her knee replacement surgery, and I really am concerned about her gaining weight and weakened knee. When I discussed with Eileen about yoga idea, she did have some fun with that!

“Oh! Mom’s gonna hate us for this one!”

She pointed out the course schedule and jokingly sneered, “Power Yoga: Good for sweat!”

“Yeah, she will hate us for sure, and I will hate you too. ‘Cause I would waste the money on some course that mom would never go.”

“Well then how about this?” I just ignored the “Cardio Yoga” she smiled at.

Anyway we ended up with a reasonable choice: “Soothing yoga: for beginners”. Even so, I still wonder if my mom would be a good girl to show up in the class regularly. Sometimes it’s not easy for people to accept/try new things after they pass certain age gap. Probably I would sign up also for being her company, and make my 2,500 dollars worthwhile.

Take That Busy Week

Ever since this event was confirmed from international head office, my colleagues in Promo Department literally were damned to hell. Whenever there are foreign artists visiting Taiwan, they would be the first victims at the battlefront. And this time, we have Take That.

Generally considered the ancestor of British/European boy bands in early 90s, Take That sold more than 25 millions albums worldwide in 6 years; 3 of their 5 albums topped No.1 on UK Chart, and the other 2 won the second place. When they split in 1996, The Samaritans, a British registered charity, set up a dedicated helpline for their heart-broken fans. 10 years later, they came back to the public, initially with a documentary pulling in 7 millions households of audience, then a nationwide tour of 24 gigs, of which 500,000 tickets sold out within 70 minutes, and now their whole new 6-weeks No.1 album “Beautiful World” and a Taiwan tour.

I don’t exactly know why the UK act chose Taiwan to be the one and only promo spot among all the Asian countries. Maybe the reason is that, compared to others, we do have a better marketing success, also a better local market share than other international record companies, or simply they like Taiwan more. I heard from my colleagues that the leading member Gary Barlow remembers the exact dates and places he has been to during his solo promo tours in Taiwan. Anyway, they are coming, and this will turn my office upside down.

Take That have a lot of loyal fans here. Ever since the news of tour leaked out, we received countless calls for further information. My colleagues dealt with all the requirements and the flip-flop of deals from UK and also those from the local press and media. My colleagues followed the schedule previously approved by UK office to confirm one entertainment show expose on a popular local cable channel, and then the next day UK decided to cancel it. Things keep coming back and forth this way. The amount of visiting crew grew from 12 to 17 to finally 22; artists, managers, musicians, choreographer…I am pretty sure, in some mysterious way, Taiwan must be attractive to them!

Right now, I sit in the office alone with my manager. All the others are waiting in the airport for them to come through the Customs. There will be an Asian press conference, a showcase, a public autograph session, and several media interviews in this tight 5-days schedule. I am glad I can be almost out of this big chunk of chore and worry about my own production routines and advertisements, though I was the executive of the production and marketing of their latest album. To pop music, I still have a bizarre complex. Among all those pop songs, if you take the time to listen to them patiently, you would hear the difference between commercial manipulation and original creation. That’s how I recognised Take That as a truly great pop band.

My first impression about the first single “Patience” came quite strong, “Wow! Check out this catchy chorus!” It is undoubtedly a repeatable sing-a-long tune with Gary’s remarkable falsetto. That is not easy at all. Usually I would get sick of one song after listen to it too frequently in a short time for making the ads, but I just don’t get tired with this one. It consists of a standard also beautiful guitar opening and smooth strings arrangement. Even though you can figure out how the song would develope to the end once you just hear it, it doesn’t spoil the joy at all. Being such a powerful ballad, it promised to conquer the charts and fans once again. The music video set them a perfect visual stage to announce their coming back: rough British coast line, 4 lads dragging the mic stands, singing towards the unmanned sea…(what are those explosive water pillars doing there?)

The polls of your favorite Take That memebr showed British people still favors Mark Owen after one decade. I personally find Howard Donald obsessively attractive. Maybe it’s his chin…

Size Matters

Oh yes, time to get naughty.

I had this chat with my female friend Ella (it’s a fake name by her request) on MSN this afternoon. She shared her latest fling to me. According to her side of story, that guy could be the one she is ready to fall in love with. Besides the honest conversation and confessions they just shared to each other made her feel sweet (straight guys, talk to her!), he is apparently a handsome man who can easily get girls. He is so gorgeous that Ella could not stop looking at him. I totally agree with her. I don’t want to wake up some day and suddenly find the guy sleeping beside me is actually, not suitable to look at. Though at the very beginning, my Libra part of personality would stop it from happening anyway.

Last night, they had sex for the second time ever. The experience was smooth and comfy to her. It seemed the guy considered more about her feelings than she expected. He was very gentle. While the magic moment came, he asked Ella if she would feel pain or uncomfortable. And after the orgasm, she slept in his arm, with her head on his chest. That was really lovely. I know she was sharing this to express her growing feelings about this guy, but I just can’t stop being naughty.

“Tell me the size of his thing,” I said.

“He is big…”

After stalling for a while, she got the scientific fact about it. 8 inches by length and 6.1 inches by girth: he did a thorough measurement for her. I did a little math and found out the diameter of his penis would be around 4.9 cm. She is a lucky girl! I think it is a pretty good size, for men and women both.

We always say “Don’t judge a book by its appearance.” But when it comes to sex, we all do. Maybe not really the size, but the unspeakable chemistry during sex, for that cause, size matters more or less. Wait a minute. I started to talk like Carrie Bradshaw. If she can write about her friends into the column articles, why can’t I expose my friends? Hmm…Reality and drama still have a fine line in between.

I haven’t dumped anymore really for the size issue, but I have declined some guys for that reason. Two of them happened while I was still in the army. I met W online. He had a car, and wanted to drive me back to the camp. I agreed, and that was kind of our first date. He was a dance teacher, also a nice guy, but did not qualify as good looking. While I was in the car, he kissed and licked my thigh through the tears of my jeans, which excited me. That made me willing to go out again with him. I went to his place for the second date. We watched Madonna’s live DVD then started to fool around in the bed. He had a nice chest to touch, but his dick was comparatively not so “impressive”. I could barely feel anything down there while he began to thrust. That shocked me, literary. That’s what happens when you have sex with someone whose cock is actually a “wee-wee” . The other guy, Mr. O, was a friend’s friend. We met on a gathering, and found each other cute. There came several dates. He was a really sweet guy, kind of dorky but cute, but we only nearly had sex once. His willy was not spectacular either. However, what really turned me off was he didn’t seem to know what lubricant is. That could really end up all the possibilities two people might have: not being considerate.

So, my experience told me that size does matter somehow. My boy agreed with me too. As to how we agreed on that, I don’t think it’s time to bring up yet. (smiles)

By the way, do you know how many slangs are there for PENIS in your language? Check out the mighty Wikitionary! It seems Spanish-speaking people win for all!