tomorrow is the day of the grant final,

 

10 of us went to the exihibition sth, for the brisbon lion's nite, so great, fucking great,

 

after a great nite, back home, i listen to my mate's own music, suddenly crash down to tear.!!!!

 

don't know why, so touched, fucking idiolt,

 

that is great, i heard sth different from what i cannot understand when i awake.

 

Cheer mate.

 

have agood holiday, i did have a good nite.

 

i m a bit confused, whether i like h e r   o not?

 

fucking, this question borther for the whole week

 

shit!!!!

 

 

 

Friday Sunny, Frem vs. Melb 107:72 if i m right still,

 

09:00 office, open ubs website, searching my Bank of China, with great expectation it should finish it by 12:00, but i dont c would happen

10:00 office, still reading

11:00 feel hungry, but start writing

12:00 really hungry, artical not even half way

13:00 Chirs bought me lunch, start eating and still writing

14:00 no hope to finish it, email editor ask for dead-line

15:00 tuesday is the dead line

16:00 Mark pass me the first beer,

17:00 two beer down, whether should go or keep writing, finally come up with decision, call huishan for dinnar

18:00 after east oriental, and the one on russell street grocery, we end up in super inn, food okie, but could be better if more salted

19:00 still wandering in the street, and getting open the computer and sit and doing my research.

20:00 get call from Mark, been told in Richmond, after a life-long struggle, i made my decisiion, i will go

21:00 running in the street,run like the wind, somewhere in melbourne, arrive half pass, met Greg, look familar, met somewhere before, super market? who knows

22:00 after one beer, just after i got my second one, they come out and been fucked by the boss and th band, so decide to go for another one, after a long journey, Mark shows off his lame cuff-wheel (not sure the spelling), to be honest, that is the worst i had ever seen in my life. reach a pub far down east richmond, start my first AFL experience, it is good, it is fun. No surprise Chris lost.

23:00 after the loss of Mr Nück's team, i decide to teach Mark how to do the wheel thing properly, and Chris do what the drunk ppl will do when they are ...

24:00 another one down far down west of the same street, Mark perform a great job of flirting, highly skillful, very impressive to me, he is now my role model,

1:00 i think that is one, i though i not that drunk in the pub,after i went out the pub, shitass, that wind blow me drunk, cannot believe myself, i m drunk by the wind. to be honest, i think chris drunk, but he still remember how to stop a taxi, however me, know about how to get into it.

2:00 i think i m sleeping

10:00 woke up, where is Mark, i could not believe i dont even said bye to him, i just fucking drunk, i must be.,  send him a email, message, and got his call back, he still alive.

 

that is my 24 hours, no 25 hours

 

Hope you enjoy your weekend as i did.

If you hate the taste of wine
Why do you drink it until you're blind?
And if you swear that there's no truth and who cares
How come you say it like you're right?

Why are you scared to dream of God
When it's salvation that you want?
You see stars that clear have been dead for years
But the idea just lives on

In our wheels that roll around
As we move over the ground
And all day it seems we've been in between
The past and future town

We are nowhere, and it's now
We are nowhere, and it's now

And like a ten minute dream in the passenger seat
While the world was flying by
I haven't been gone very long
But it feels like a lifetime

I've been sleeping so strange at night
Side effects they don't advertise
I've been sleeping so strange
With a head full of pesticide

I've got no plans and too much time
I feel too restless to unwind
I'm always lost in thought as I walk the block
To my favorite neon sign

Where the waitress looks concerned
But she never says a word
Just turns the jukebox on and we hum along
And I smile back at her

And my friend comes after work
When the features start to blur
She says these bars are filled with things that kill
By now you probably should have learned

Did you forget that yellow bird?
How could you forget your yellow bird?

She took a small silver wreath and pinned it on to me
She said, "This one will bring you love"
And I don't know if it's true
But I keep it for good luck