Back At One

My 88-year-old grandma past away in June, so I had one whole week off. I made use of it to visit my long lost comrades.Remember Boy One? I visited him in 永康 city office. It has been nearly a year since the last time we met. His hairstyle is too stylish now to recognize at the very first moment for me who was only familiar with his butch haircut in 成功嶺. But very soon, I know One is still the one. He is fun, tender, kind, and unique. I am glad to hear from him that he leads a cheerful life now, with the colleagues around him all friendly. According to him, the memory in 成功嶺 is hardly left in his mind. All the sorrows, all the broken images, are gone with the wind. I wonder it's positive to him this way or not. But also, One stressed that he saw no sense experiencing that period in his lifetime, simply to be a "man". Dear One, I wish you happily content. The real life cannot always meet our needs, while it doesn't mean we need to erase our speciality or transform into a foreign somebody in order to win others' identification. We win our life.

Boy Fourteen: PenHu Outlook/ Ordinary Look, Extraordinary Mind

The reason Shing serves substitute service is quite dramatic. He said, once in the college class tour by riding motorbike, he fell asleep during riding, and bumped into the pillar. What's worse, he carried at his front his bag, inside which was something sharp which pierced into his abdomen when bumping, resulting in his intestine rupture and subsequent peritonitis. Shing is entitled substitute service man because of recurrent peritonitis. Cool.

Indeed, Shing is very cool. See, he didn't smile in the photo, like most boys behave as I observe... boys interpret cool as charming and sexy. But his mind is over most boys'. He was full of repressive sentiments and philosophical deliberations as we talked. Shing has a diversity of interests, including reading books, to name some, "Relativism" and my favorite novel "活著"; watching movies, including Taiwanese Youth film "六號出口" and documentary-like motivation film "練習曲"; playing basketball or going to the gym as most sunny sporty boys do. Ladies and gentlemen, give him some applause.

OK, I didn't mean to embarrass or over-praise him. But it's true that Shing has some unaccountable temperament and composition that induce me to acquaint him. He mingles the sense and sensitivity, the latter especially rare to find in boys.... you know, when collecting together, boys always talk nonsense and make stupid jokes. But apart from this, Shing seems to have many messages to deliver and topics and elaborate. I admit I supposed boy should have all been simple-minded, and innocent. Is his specialty kinda PenHu style?

No sooner did I intend to know him more than I was dispatched to 恆春 while he came back to his islet hometown. I can't be sure whether we will meet one day or not. In such a hectic modern living, kilometers can be as far as from Mars to the globe. Farewell , PenHu boy, if only you have all your dreams come true and find your own peace in your soul. Life is a bittersweet symphony; your frailness make you attractive; life's setbacks render you a man of many tales to tell.

Boy Thirteen: Muscle

From these pictures I took, it's no too difficult to guess what Muscle does in the kindergarten. Day by day, he runs the same errands: wake up around 6:30 am, do the traffic guardian work for the puppies at 7:00 am, then clean the campus, sweep the leaves everywhere, wash the toilet, dump the trash, and mop the floor afterwards, inclusive of warming the drinks and distribute to the kids at team time. Sounds stupid, right........... that's how our government make use of the human sources of college graduates. Muscle gets his name because he is really muscular with six distinct bellies and pronounced breast curves, according to his neighboring member of our second team in Victory Hills. At that time we were in separate dorms, so I didn't know him until I, him, and another two guys were appointed to work together during a match, "Four persons two feet." We started very sluggishly but turned out pretty fast and smooth, attributing mostly to his great strength. We talked very little, though, one for our practice time was short and limited, and the other for he is a man of few words.
After departure, I though we would have never met again. But in one reunion with other comrades, I heard Muscle serves his substitute service in one kindergarten in a small town near my hometown. I was so curious what he would do there. So, after I finished part of my substitute service in Taipei, I came back to Tainan and dropped by him. It must have been very weird and surprising to him for my sudden appearance, now I recall. Muscle has no complaints about current work. I would grumble and condemn a lot if it were me. He is still what I thought of him in my mind, wordless, simple minded, naive, sunny, sporty, and....muscular. He has a signature standing stance, that is, separate the two feet wide, which looks so masculine. But incredibly, such a charming boy hasn't found his destiny's child. He told me, after work, he goes to the gym regularly each day for two years, and he has to come back to the kindergarten early before 8 pm, because the school location is too bleak, and he is afraid to ride a long way alone in the utter darkness. Oops. I told him I sometimes rode a bike at midnight everywhere around my home alone. Darkness and loneliness cannot get me, in spite I am so sissy and frail. I am super glad Muscle still remembers me. He said I was too impressive to forget, for I did some special performance in the Victory Hills. He also said, he felt surprised we lived in the same hometown, for our town is more.......... conservative and countryside, and I am too much for it. Well, I don't know it's compliment or not, but anyhow, I make a place in a person I care. Muscle boy, I'll see you soon, I swear.

We Are The Southern Boys!

I have to admit I didn't guess the southern people would have been that nice. I, Oscar, exile in the southernmost tip of Formosa Island, turn over a new leaf, and create a brand new image of me. Guess what I do now every day. After work, go to a special delicious restaurant in downtown, enjoy a relaxing meal, chat with the friends, and wander on the street in the breeze. Or lie on the beach, drink beer, eat appetizers, let the waves pat me. Or dive into the ocean, let it emancipate my naked body. And of course, how can I miss the captivating flesh in the mini swimming suits...Jesus Christ, don't get me too excited. In spite that in simply simply one day after I arrived in 恆春, my glossy face was ruined... a lot of acnes are now on my face... it must be the sun, in spite I haven't passed the stool for 4 days, possibly because I ate little vegetables and I didn't adapt myself to the public toilet, staying here, I learn a new simple leisure living style, and pick up the contentment and peace in life. I guess there will be more and more interesting stories going on in the upcoming three months. But most important of all, I want to contribute many thanks to those lovely boys and nurses around me, and the naive villagers. They are super nice, friendly, and helpful. I don't clearly know whether it's their nature or it's the environment's effects, but no matter what, it's my blessings and luck for sure to encounter them, and step into their life. I love 恆春. I love south.

We Were The Second Team!

I cannot forget how I survived that month on 成功嶺. One month was more than a lifetime, the insults, the fears, the frustrations, etc...... However, I'm super willing to do it again, and don't want my life to miss this period of time, because of you, dear boys.

My brave comrades, we were the second team! Though we didn't win any prize then, on the contrary we suffered a lot, we should be honoured we held on to the last moment. I am so proud to be with you, to be part of this team. You know, we belonged together.

Now, we are separate in different places, doing different chores and errands, having different worries, encountering different challenges. But it's no big deal. I know you all can pull through, for we have made it through the most difficult one. Go go, team two boys! So, hopefully we can collect one day in the not far away future, with our dignity, passion, and faith in life. No matter what you do, you are the most respectable one to me, for we were the comrades, and we are the brothers. I will remember you, and please remember me.

Happy Birthday To You

Dear Brother:

Happy birthday to you. Days go by fast. We spend our last and ever four seasons together. Our worlds are different. Fortunately, it doesn't take the same propensity and disposition to establish brotherhood. On the contrary, our discrepancy is our life's flavour.

Recently, I start to reflect what these days bring to me. There was a time, which was not long ago, when I felt dejected and dissatisfied about my countenance, my height, my talent, my conduct, my grades, my character, my everything. This attitude lasted for numerous years; the life wasn't easy. However, somebody reminded me of Marcel Proust, the great author of the giant fiction, "Remembrance Of Things Past." Proust, an out-and-out loser when he was alive, an author who wrote books that no one admired at that time, had been lonesome all his life being a gay. He always had an unspoken crush at somebody, rather silly, kind of funny. However, in his last days, when he reviewed his life, he was astonished to discover that those ever happy moments were too insipid to memorize; in contrast, it was those periods of hardship and sorrow that made him transform into a better man. Til now, I still regard myself unattractive, sissy, and poorly accomplished. Nevertheless, I've learned to embrace my imperfection. I know it's the wretchedness rather than smoothness that makes every individual life so special. It's heart-broken romance; I take it, and enjoy it.

And you, my brother, how have you been in these days? Your smile is the twinkling star in the sky, sometimes shining, sometimes vanished. A switch lives in you: in time to fight, you'll turn it on at one fling. But now here, I have some sentiments to share with you. As I told you before, your being is a masterpiece of god. Your captivating eyes, engaging smile, manly beauty, lovely soul, all witness god's amazing grace. Please don't sacrifice your health and joy of life in pursuit of success, since yourself has been a success already. The times can fluctuate, may influence your reserve in the banks and funds; the boss may determine your salary and change your position. But dear you are the success that no one can take away or militate against. Others might criticize what you do, look down on you, ignore your subsistence, but unimportant figures and words can by no means leave any shadow in your journey of life. Think of your family, girlfriend, and uncountable fans including me. They all esteem and adore you for being you, not what you have, nor where you're from. Hence, to cherish yourself is to respect those who love you. Don't bear too many burdens. Relax yourself, have some richer foods, and enjoy more moments with your family and beloved.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to Kobe, happy birthday to you." I softly chant this song, brother. If you hum and wave hands at me, then whichever corner you are at, I can find you for ever and sure. If one day I am too old to sing and dance, I will still dedicate my sincerest smile to you. Happy Birthday.

Smooches

Little Brother, Oscar

"See Happiness" Concert

I went to the concert of two adult contemporary divas last Saturday. Song by song, all love songs, I saw love, I heard songs.

"At such a night, on such a busy street, who do you miss to frown your brows? All my joys and sorrows fly with you, whose tears wiped and wet again, the one in your mind in doubt."

At the interval of songs, the singer shared with us some of her reflectis about love. She said, before we reach the destination of happiness, we carry a lot of things, some of which has to be parted with, or the cargo will be too heavy to go on. So, let go of what doesn't belong to you. Best wishes for the ex-lovers, thank them for spending those ever happy moments with us, then, let bygones be bygones. We all need to set for different places and reach for seperate sweet dreams.

Goodbye, my loves.

Long Time No See

I came from a city being alone, to the place having you. Your appearance in my life is a miracle, and how innocent I was if I were to retain this miracle for perpetuity. Now I leave the city alone again; you're still the one, and my world is changed.

Imagine in the upcoming days, how much I will desire to see you again, to see how you live your life without me around. You will appear all of a sudden in the coffee shop around the block; I will wave at you with a smile, shake your hands, sit and talk to you, as if we've done so many days. We may be excited at what each other is engaged in at present, instead of recalling what we've done together in the past. Or I will watch the screen having you on my computer, frown my brows, shed my tears, noting down every sentiment about you.

Time still ticks away. If this May doesn't go away, then the plum rains won't end. Who don't expect to have more reunions and fewer departures, but the world has its principle to revolve. To sail to the other side of the shore, not too many things I can carry. Disregarding what I lost, I ask myself, have I ever loved, have I ever possessed?

Love Transfer

Wander in numerous street windows, glimpse at countless passers-by, I meditate on what role love plays to my life. Love past by, memory left behind, it is untouchable moonlight that vanished into darkness when I'm to grasp. Romance is a relay race, in which approaching brings anticipation that brings disappointment that brings a vicious circle of despair. But love seekers still transfer one's warmth into another's chest, and reflect next dream out of last mistake. Rings are exchanged, oaths are made, remembrance is buried, regret is whispered; we are all the same as each other.Lovers suffer many worries and fears, and learn to object being an innocent criminal of love. They burn out their youth in exchange of a mate. Beds of them are covered with roses which grow up as making love; only to sprawl to others' soil if over-occupied and spilled. Seasos change, affection mutates. If love is a non-stop train, then how many guts does it take to reach the destination of immortality?

The Most Beautiful Specialist In The Executive Yuan

Vanessa, the most beautiful specialist in the Executive Yuan, as you can tell from the photos below. We became friends in one trip to visit and inquire the mental health institutions in Tainan City and County. During that trip, she impressed me not only by her fashion and elegance, but for her competence and smartness. She describes herself that, she has a typical type A personality-- pushes and hurries for the best and perfect.

After that trip, Vanessa invited me to her home. Amazing fabulous! The design of her home is so delicate and full of humanity that makes living inside like a princess, full of happiness and content. She told me her husband is an architect studied abroad in America. Perfect match I told myself. But sometimes Vanessa is worried, or a little bit upset, she said. She has a high position in the Bureau Of Medical Affairs, Department Of Health, and she has much pressure and loading from her job. She said sometimes she admires we clinical workers; though our work type is routine and hard, time-consuming and labor-taking, we are really free when our work time is off. They governmental officers don't. Their responsibilities and burdens accompany with their positions and titles, the higher, the heavier, from office to home, no duty holidays. We clinical workers confront the patients and their families' complaints and criticism; they face the heads', even more creepy-crawly.
Vanessa told me, we always complain what we're engaged in and admire what others are doing. It's like drinking a glass of water. Only the one who drinks knows it's hot or cold. Others can only be guessing. Cannot agree more. That's me. I'm very good at reproaching and censuring, making many of my acquaintances suppose my life is filled with sorrow. Actually not that bad. I'm just used to exaggerating my bad thoughts inside. Anyhow, facing up with life really takes a lot of courage and determination. However, I think I 'm lucky. I meet with and get to know a lot of persons. They demonstrate to me to take out the courage, to unveil your determination. They exemplify to me, life is beautiful, is worth appreciating. and takes some contemplation and pondering. Beautiful figure, beautiful mind, Vanessa.

Boy Twenty-Four: Marshall Islands

At the time I wrote this essay, Michael has been in Marshall Islands already. I put entry Boy 24 so late because I think it takes some time for me to contemplate our relationship and let it subside for a while.

The first time I knew I would go to Marshall Islands with Michael, shame on me to say, it wasn't a very positive feeling. He is very, mmmh, manful, like a hulk, doesn't care too much about people's feelings, says anything straight-forward and careless, and just runs for it. An entire different extreme from me, as you could tell. I was then vexed, what could we try to be together doing just fine?

And later I learned, once you have prejudice against somebody, the evil intuition will lead you that way. I didn't have too much fun working with Michael. I wasn't too comfortable with his working style, a little perfunctory, a bit dragging out. Negative feelings grew up insidiously in the deepest layer of my mind, reaching the extent so high that he noticed. We broke up wrangling. He condemned me first. Then I took him as a stranger, tuning my cold back at him.

But Michael is a man, a big man, not verjuiced Bill confined in his little mind. He talked to me actively; step by step, I shed down my mask, too, rebuilt up our relationship. I need to emphasize, it was Michael who actively expressed his good will to me. As I remembered, at that time, I wasn't yet matured to forgive as he did.

I also remembered he bough a big cake at his birthday and shared it with me and other roommates, though I could not recall it was before or after our conflict.

And guess what, life is tricky and funny. Eventually I didn't go to Marshall Islands. Michael and another ludicrously verjuiced Michael went. Just this April. I lost the chance to be with him in a super tiny islet for half a year. Recalling this, I took it as a pity-- our story doesn't go any further.

Michael was very frank and truthful with his background. Unlike most medical students born with a silver spoon, his growth process was dramatically sorrowful. But he went through confronting all the unfavorable, turning out to be an emergency-doctor-to-be, tough, headstrong. I appreciate his honesty and sincerity for sharing his story with me, since it isn't easy to unveil your painful dark past. Six months ago, I didn't think of it that, after going this long way for both me and Michael, one day I will start to miss him. Now, here, I send my most wishful messages thousand miles away to him: Run for it, and have fun, Big Mike! I'll see you when you come back.

Boy Twelve: Chinmen Wonder Boy

The only time I visited Chinmen so far goes back when I'm in high school. Most details I've forgotten. The cabbage were crispy, the wall left enormous shot hole son it. Young and brilliant were the soldiers who made the Chinmen so masculine in my adolescent mind.

Afterwards, I didn't meet any person from Chinmen, until in my last days staying the Bureau Of Medical Affairs. I met No. Twelve, WaterBoy, my fellow worker. He names himself WaterBoy, but as a matter of fact, I've been thinking he is a Wonder Boy: tall, strong, one girl friend record. Frankly, he doesn't impress me much at the first sight. But I got to know him little by little as time went by from himself and mostly others. He had excellent grades in college. His basketball team in college used to be formidable. He is out-going and easy-going, plays the archery and climbs mountains higher than 3000 m after work. Sounds cool, right? Besides, he is tender and polite. Reviewing his blog you can see many positive messages, in contrast to my eccentric aberrant murmuring. Worthy of the name, Wonder Boy. However, Wonder makes me wonder. Once he told me, he felt lonely about being alone, after ending a 6-year romance in one year. I was stunned by his saying. Come on, I suppose his life is fantastic, which is not false yet. So many extracurricular activities; think about it, how many Taiwanese men will play archery after work? (Jesus Christ. We are only indulged in KTV and marijuana.) Especially men like him-- no defence, probably prejudice, but in my recognition, or to a certain degree misunderstanding, such kind of bold dude, school team superstar, highly educated Prince Charming, always enjoy their life at their will being promiscuous/popular, arrogant/confident, epicurean/playful. I can't believe he has worries, not to mention worries of loneliness.

The only explanation I guess is, that's the Chinmen style. I see inside the masculine trunk hides feminine sensitivity. That's the way Chinmen goes. Lovely. Anyway, Wonder is really tortured for haven't found a Destiny's Child. As we all agree, it's not at all a problem; such kind of boy is roast mutton on the grasslands, gulped down sooner or later. Even so, it's still cool at young one senses lonesome and feels tortures. Just has to feel, feel real love, real sorrow, real vacuum, real pain. Make a boy like a man. So, go go Chinmen boy!

P.S. Chinmen, 金門, an islet of Taiwan, in the Strait Of Taiwan, between Island of Taiwan and Mainland China

Not Lost, Just Undiscovered

Life is charming. It's a flower, so precious in my hands, and I keep on smiling, so the world will smile with me.

Recently I lead a content life. It doesn't mean everything is OK. Just don't know why, I carry a merry mood. Is it a metamorphosis? Well, some things uncomfortable happened to me still. For example, the deputy superintendent has been requiring me to write a lot of notes. I don't bother to do that, for I thin I'm only paid NT8000 per month. And on contrast, my classmates, who skip the military service, have the payments of nearly NT10,000 doing quite the similar things as I do. So gross. And what can I say? Shall I be that cheap simply because I'm serving the obligatory service? Don't I deserve more?

Just small tiny complaints, proving that I don't really lead a perfect life. So what makes me easy? One reason I guess is because the pressure and loading is low, no need to please the supervisor, no need to follow the rules. You know, since the hospital doesn't pay me, I don't care how they feel about me. Nevertheless I don't practice sloth, I'm not evading the duty, I still offer reasonable and sensible medical care to my 20 patients. Yeah, twenty. The bullying boss can't ask more, can him?

What's more, I've been lucky. To serve the military service can be an unfortunate beginning. Compared to my peers who skip the service, I lost at least one million NT dollars this year. Sounds like a guiltless punishment, right? However, I turn setbacks into advantages to me. During the process, from the Victory Hill, Bureau Of Medical Affairs, Bureau Of International Cooperation, 樂生 Sanatorium, to upcoming 恆春 hospital, I feel different worlds I never expected I would know, and meet a lot of fun people, who open up my eyes, induce me to be sophisticated, and inspire me to be truthful to myself. I need to confess that, there are good times and of course bad times; the later more often than the former. That's life. Unavoidable. However, it's a bittersweet symphony. I make the best from it, strive for my own, and enjoy the as most as possible of life, which is one way navigation: once you get on board, say goodbye 'cause you can't go back. No regrets.

Therefore, in the end, the last but not the least, I must dedicate my enormous thanks to people who render me this lucky. That's my fellow workers in my going this long way. As you can see in the photos below, and others appearing in any entry of mine, these people are so amusing and have a signature look and character. For sure, not all the times we reached palatable agreements when we were together; as I said, the bad accompanied the good. But friends are not meant to be perfect to oneself. To me, they occupy a splendid moment of my life. They are unforgettable figures who make my life shine, make me lucky, make me smile, and make me realize that life is charming and so precious in my hands, and I'll keep on smiling, so the world will smile with me.

My readers, my lovers, please keep on putting your faith in me and supporting this blog. Sometimes its seems I disappear. No, no, I'm not lost, not even over, just undiscovered. You'll see.

Hello

Yeah, last two weeks I moved to a new place for a new job. 樂生 sanatorium。My work is too busy and the internet is not available; therefore, there has been some time since the last time I expressed my feelings on this site.

Honestly, my new job is, ah, fucking unreasonably pathetic. I hate this condition. I don't want to waste too much complaining here now. I'm trying figuring out whether it's my problem or the hospital's, and wondering if I shall strive for what's unfair to me or succumb and take it as part of real life.

Anyway, what's most imperative to me at present is send a message to all my blog's readers. Thanks for still visiting me, waiting to hear from me, and showing your curiosity about my latest condition. Love you, my girls and boys. Smooches. Please don't give me up. I'll seek any opportunity to add my funny stories of life as soon as possible.

By the way, I don't want to be taken advantage of. I want my good will appreciated; however, in the callous world of atrocities, this is not the case. Some people step on me for his convenience. I can't accept this. Nevertheless, if I criticize and stand against it, if I gain what I want by conflicting with others, will the result eventually do good to me? Endeavor for my own good or put up with it for peace? That's what confuses me now.

Gaining Through Losing

We've been gaining one good thing through losing another. I'm so proud to be with you, my friends.

Lots of Love. Smooches. Every ever disgrace and spites when we were together shatters into pieces. As far as I'm concerned, I'm a person who doesn't pronounce my real pain; I'm coward but desperate to risk for goals. And maybe that's why, wherever I go, whenever I am, I always need your best wishes and encouragement. Darlings, no more tears, no more shivers. I won't turn my back on you, I don't wanna let you down. I'm a fleeting star in the sky, I want to glitter in your eyes.

So many lovely ladies, so many adorable boys, you occupy my most important part of youth, make up the most outstanding stories of mine. Next time you see me, touch me, kiss me, hold me. You must love me.

Evolutional Metamorphosis

Grow up, mature, be stronger. I want to be a better man. I endeavor to try and try.

To be honest in shame, I never adapt myself to the living reality, though I pretend to. Throughout allocations these years, I waste much time complaining, murmuring, seeking and end, and indulging myself in missing good old days, which were not truly good, which used to be disgracefully compared to the even-older days. Moreover, I fail to sustain a long-term in-depth relationship with people. I'm changeable, usually in emotional roller-coaster, only to make people around me offended and puzzled.

Nevertheless, if so, then why do I shed tears when farewell to old units, old colleagues, and acquaintances? What recalls my nostalgia, what makes me reluctant to leave? There must be something sweet or some parts touching in the bad new days.

There are times, people compliment me on being unique, courageous, and clinging to my true colors. They say successful people are such because they cling to their principle. It's paradoxical. Most people are not doing their likes. There ain't so many likes available. Most barely try to make a living, including me. What's being flexible, what's being changeable, there is a thin line in between. Anyway, anyhow, I'm tired of regretting, feeling sorry to the left, having vague illusion of the coming days. Cherish what I own, before it's too late.

Boy Eleven: Ordinary Personality In Extraordinary Look

Just like all daydreams, which will wake up eventually. He has an outstanding contour and facial features, more than a super star. He is tall, he is strong. When he smiles, I see the ceiling grow the roses creeping and crawling all along the office; if he were to frown, the sun would fall. Then the globe's catastrophe come.

Not to mention he is from one of the world's most fantastic metropolis, receives the highest education, owns the highest title, and has the most admirable profession. His future is more than promising after the substitute service. His existence irritates the gods' pride and flushes the goddesses' cheeks. He proves the divine creative force's masterpiece and wisdom. He is more than amazing. Invincible, impeccable, incredible, irresistible, before we met in the lift.

He replied to one colleague civil serviceman murmuring about the present work and rules. Like a puppy. He sticked to his cellphone before and after taking the lift. Not the first time. Probably romance. His put his lower hem of the shirt outside the jeans. Very much his style.

He reminds me, handsome dudes eat and sleep, too.

Dinner With Boy Ten

I originally didn't figure to compose two entries on Ten. To me he per se isn't too much an interesting material.

But in the dorm after work, he came to me said, "Did you have dinner yet?" "No." "How about going out together?" Though most dinners I ate alone, I didn't object eating with a half-strange boy. I personally decided to go to nearby 明志 University Of Technology to enjoy famous soy sauce mixed delicacies. It took 20 minutes to ride a motorcycle there; fortunately he was barely 55 kg for me to carry.

On the way, he said he was preparing a certification exam for financial insurance broker, the same occupation as his mom. His mom recently hoarsened her voice due to overwork. His major in college is information management, but he won't be engaged in the computer-related industry. "Too many people in this industry" he said. Well, there are bees in his mind.

There were awkward moments between us once in a while. Unavoidable. While Ten always forced to squeeze a dull laughter, only to make it even more embarrassing. For all that, he is quite a good mate to go with. He doesn't have different opinions from mine. My decision is our decision. And I feel free to comment on many things and ask him many questions without worrying to defeat the pathetic masculine dignity of most boys, whom I meet hate to be "taught".

Ten praised my taste for food. He liked the delicacy I brought him to. When back home, I read a novel in the laundry room, and he sticked around me. Interesting. Ten is not attractive, and me, either. But well, ha ha, better accompanied than alone, for both of us.

Boy Ten: I Just Don't Wanna Be Alone

Boy Ten lived in the room next next to mine in our dorm. He came to the Department Of Health two months later than I did. No offense, he wasn't as achieved as me in schooling. The college he attended I never heard of before. Besides, he is small and slim. He came from Kaohsiung, people where are characterized for being "local Taiwanese."

I dropped him I would go to Taipei Fine Art Museum last weekend. He quickly asked to go with me. He said it was hopelessly boring to stay in the dorm all weekend long. "Then why not go out", I asked. "I hated going out alone."

On the way to the museum, he told me he wished to make use of his one-year stay in Taipei during this substitute service to visit the most of the metropolis. He named a few places he'd been to. All were with one of his old classmates who worked by washing cars in the afternoon til 9 PM in Taipei. Mostly at midnight they two visited Taipei. "Before then he had to work."

I asked where he wanted to work after military service. "Definitely Kaohsiung." He is so close with his family. As a matter of fact, his mom's parents resided right next to his parents' home. "They usually borrow salt and oil when preparing dinner."

"What if you grow up, when friends have their own families to pay attention to, and no one accompanies you?" "It won't happen. Most classmates of mine in Kaohsiung are typically home-keeping boys. "

He emphasized, "Go out alone is pathetic." "Yet stay all weekend long in the dorm is no better."

Eternal Sunshine On The Spotless Mind

Innumerable thanks to these sweeties, for spending with me a splendid period of time in the Bureau Of International Cooperation. There used to be hypes as well as low tides, there were both good times and bad times, and at farewell moments, all turn out to be romantic memories in my mind. Girls, I see the eternal sunshine reflected on your spotless minds.