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May 06 如果if我I可以can作文write?i no it's gona b vri dificot to rid dis, bt i did rit dem sriosli bi evry sngle wrd: yet to finish 我們We都all不了解know something but not everything about王菲faye wong，王菲faye wong此生in her life till now has EP+CD+DVD+VCD, 大概published probably出了50張以上more than fifty albums，統統是產品they are all products，產品products在沒有使用長久並完全的時候while hasn't been absorbed long and comprehensively是不可被了解的can not be understood，我I大概have approximately只聼過listened to only其中的很少一部分a small part of them，我身邊的人companies around me知道who know她that she出過had published一張專輯an album叫called《everything>的也不多are not many either。所以so可以基本認定I basically reckon that大部分人認識的most of people might have an idea of是中年王菲產品middle-aged Faye Wong product，品質優秀但是傷痕累累which has a good quality for the use but paifully eventful，雖然冷漠nonchalance，卻還是still浪費了waste很多a lot of納稅人taxpayer's的錢money。 同時meanwhile, 和the same with昨天whom yesterday被審判was sentenced to jail入獄:的Paris Hilton一樣，出名的famous沒有道理for no reason。Paris Hilton因爲probably愛玩兒like to hang out 會玩兒professional player 玩兒的起can definitely afford to do so 而出名。 王菲Faye Wong可能probably因爲愛唱due to her beloved singing（別人的someone else'）歌songs，會can唱sing很多lots of(別人的someone else's）歌songs，有人somebody願意favor to出錢offer money讓to她her for唱singing（別人的someone else's）歌songs 而出名that's what she's a celebrity for。Paris Hilton不過是only玩兒大了played too high，45天days監獄in jail生活對她for her無疑undoubtedly是is個a良好的excellent教育education，她的her父母parents應該should負起take這個this責任resiponsibility，而不是instead of指責blaming a生氣的pissed 法官jury。 王菲Faye Wong很不幸的unluckily在她幸運的一生中in her whole lucky life time for the first time迎來了eventually had那個that不幸的unfortunate時刻moment 作爲母親being a mother 我I想reckon這this is很bloody恐怖horrible 我I很deeply同情sympathize 讓let我們us不要not to指責rebuke誰anyone 同時also也不要not to希望hope for因禍得福a fault on the ride side 或者什麽or whatever 反正by all means無論no matter是being好消息good news還是or坏消息bad news 對for這個this世界來説world都是everything is資本resources。 如果if工作worked了一夜for the whole night，回家的路上on your way home在讀報紙reading papers 然後then讀了picked幾頁碼a few pages of黃碧云Huang Bi Yun，隨便whichever哪一本one，以《媚行者》來説take <Mei Xing Zhe> in this case，然後then選擇chose to看一個see a喜劇片comedy film，以《天下無雙》來説for example< Tian XIa Wu Shuang>，我I覺得felt這this是is明智的wise，只是however黃碧云Huang's的聰明intelligence像is like a電椅electrocuting chair - 讓keep你you在死之前無比清醒absolutely awake before departed並and義無反顧認爲那是理所當然take it obvious without any hesitation； 劉鎮偉Liu Zhen Wei's的聰明wisdom像is more like LSD - 永遠always提醒reminding你you to站起身stand up出去走走and hang out，他媽的motherfxxking鮮血bloody一般光明bright。兩种two types of價值觀ideologies在大腦細微的褶皺裏交戰are having a serious fight among the drapes in one's brain黃碧云Huang一身黑衣all in pure black在漢字書法下面sitting against the wall written Chinese character calligraphy皺者眉頭louring憂國憂民concerning nations as well as its citizens患得患失swaying by considerations of gain and loss斤斤計較haggling over every ounce反復論證repeatedly arguing and reasoning胡言亂語waffling nonsense；劉鎮偉Liu插科打諢amusing people glibly貽笑大方incurring the riducule of professionals借古諷今satirizing the present back to the past阿諛奉迎greasing指桑駡槐pointing at one but abusing another感天動地moving the whole world's emotion。 在晚上at night如果if有there is one人問asking我me是whether or not a中國人Chinese 我該怎麽回答how should I answer? 如果while他he 正以was一種難以言説的表情giving a hard-to-explain face 望者你gazing at ya 一種可能被誤讀的傲慢被察覺a possible misreading of arrogance was around 酒後白人drunk whites的語無倫次incoherence 以及additionally“你說廣東話嗎？do ya speak Cantonese?”的疑問。和and一個a可被理解的acceptable親近intimacy is銀河系一般的遙遠as far as Milky Way galaxy。 什麽是女權主義what is feminism? 至少at least河東獅吼不是女權主義 希望沒有人誤會了他們 他們沒那麽深刻 他們的女權主義是在男權的默許下成行的 或許 女權主義的極端就是女性可以放棄 男人也是一樣 真正的解放是放棄 放棄不是地頭 逃避 或者 獨善其身 放棄是在擁有之後的全身而退 或是在一無所有之中的富有。 我一個人站在超市門口掙扎了好久 黃碧云可以在秘魯東南，古城庫斯克，印加斯王國的古首都，愛馬廣場旁邊，1599年建成的大教堂，靜靜坐下。同樣的，我沒有她那樣具有憂患意識的無病呻吟 我要面對的是我的原則 我不爭氣的銀行卡讓我在超市收銀員那裏丟了小小面子 我許諾會回去付賬 現在卻可以一走了之 逃避責任無論如何不該是一個男人應該從小培養的習慣 我走了回家 5分鐘的路程 拿了另一個賬戶的錢 去付賬 收銀員格外客氣 或者說 非常驚喜 不好意思的人倒成了我 不是因爲我花了太多時閒 而是因爲我要面對的壓力 有太多原因制約者我的個人原則 或許一個人並不會具有任何原則 除非他有壓力。 不論如何，黃碧云會繼續生活在焦躁煩惱憂愁之中 因爲戰火獻血謀殺仇恨 而我 在走出超市的那一刻得到了短暫的歡樂 就像一個記者完成了今天的一個package，一個學生交完了作業，一個職員順利的在下班的時間走下工作崗位。 她，或許在和大的意識形態鬥爭 我卻一定要與這些生活瑣碎戰鬥 因此 她比較不一般。 很早的以前 我會把一個我並不了解的人當作偶像 現在依然很多人這樣 ； 後來 我會把不悲傷的人從這個集體中提出去 無情地蔑視他們的快樂； 再後來 我只對不在乎的人感興趣 這些人變得平常 也自然不再會期待什麽偶像身份了； 再再後來 我試圖欺騙自己：那些我不了解的人 那些不快樂的人 那些不在乎的人 都很嚴肅的成爲了我的一部分 。我們喜歡的人和事多半最後都會成爲我們自己 我們與他們的距離很遠很遠 而且拒絕靠近 相反的 我們在另一個群體中找到歸屬，因爲誰都無法逃避自尊帶來的傲慢，邪惡帶來的快感。 其實我想如果這樣下去 或許也可以搞出一個像黃碧云一樣的書出來 然後在小眾圈子裏面蔓延 最後被莫名其妙地發揚光大了 誰敢站出來說自己理解黃碧云？誰 打電話給我 寫信給我 告訴我 我有一麻袋的問題需要回答 黃碧云白紙黑字都沒法解釋明白 我請你給我答案。 March 18 Monkey MagicI eventually understood why Niko always yelling the word "Monkey" at me, I previously thought it was something funny in German-Australia culture, however I might still be right but only after the relevence to this world famous TV series - Monkey Magic - basically a Japanese-Made English-Dubbed Chinese Location-Shot story of Journey to the West back to 70s', saddly enough for the huge amount of patriots in my country only as it is Made-in-Japan.
And Monkey is basically Wu-Kong, and Ba-Jie's name in that series is Pigsy, which couldn't be more precise and politically correct, and Sandy is the one whom Chinese name him after Sha-Seng. However, I learned something else as Tang-Seng (Tang-Monk) is translated as the title Tripitaka, which could be too serious for a man's name, as ya might can find it as the original saying of San-Zang-Jing (of which is named with a groups of Buddism sutras) in Sanskrit - a language is seen as the originality of India, but now only use for liturgical purpose, coz not many ppl can speak or write in it.
According to Walter, that's part of everybody's childhood here, and I proved it with all my working mates, that's unbelievable for me. China has played such a huge influence since the childhood of western society, and Monkey obviously becomes the sign of this country far earlier than panda in children's eyes. March 09 Catch-Up 2 - About Cursive by Cloude Gate Dance Theatre of TaiwanWell, this performance cost me 75 dollars, and the reason I'm counting on that is that I would not care at all if it doubles or even more than that, it's not something that can be valued like that. At least for me not, it's something treasure, something beautiful and adorable, something that can be so faithful in your soul.
The Cloud Gate Theatre of Taiwan, Lin Hwai Min, have you heard of these names, I have for many years since my interest exchanges from computer and basketball to the word ART(look, it's in capital, coz it is captial), and I had dreamed about it before coz being in Australia means more opportunities to see some show cases.
It was one night before Valentines Day, and there was a couple sitting besides me, they started looking for their parking card before the seconds of the whole dance started. There was a kid crying during the show as well which is annoying, but I understand their existence was forced by their parents.
If not this, I wouldn't believe there is a high-class society in this city. When I came in, I found that it seems everybody knows each other, they shaked hands, talked exactly the same way as most of businessmen. It was just so fake, well maybe that's how they communicate, and after that I reminded myselft that it was true such a play would be a good place to socialise for them rather than a cheap pub with sweaty smell and beers.
Let's drag the focus back to the dance, I was surely not there for socialising. The dance just started while nobody is ready, I sitted on the wrong seat, the couple besides me as I said was seeking their parking board, somebody is still struglling with the uncomfortable seat, somebody is talking.
All in a sudden, the lights ceased into dark, totally dark, not even the EXIT green light, or there might be but everything just vanished in front of me, swear to god, I was a bit blind at that moment, if you like that explanation. Qu Hsiao Song's music fits in that darkness, while nearly a minute later, one of the dancers cruises out with a light slow step, made no noise.
Soon more and more dancers are saw flowing out from both sides of the stage, dancers are more communicating with the music while sometimes the music is still, the movement is heavy, or the other way around, and sometimes they are just so harmonious. Lin Hwai-min describes this first part of the triology as a serious work concretely related to its origins. The dancers experience the kinetic energy arising during the act of calligraphy writing and follow the diverse ink flows.
What we see here are the complex movements and appearence of human bodies, activated by the amazing mixture of Chi Kung, Martial Arts, Tai Chi, Ballet and modern dance.
Well, the more I write about this, the poorer I found myself in the knowledge, I'd rather quote this from a Chinese website, written by Chow Hwi-Chuan, first published on <Yue You> issue Jan 2003
Just before that, another amazing is that I could clearly hear the breath of the dancers sitting on the second row, and the atmosphere contributed by the perception-alterted music and light makes me hardly breath, I was so concentrating on that, and even now while I am thinking about it, I still can not work out why.
云门舞集继《水月》之后，林怀民把他构思了二十年之以书法入舞理念，在新作《行草》展现出来。2002年 11月8日至10日是《行草》在香港文化中心大剧院的海外（在台湾以外）首演，我观赏了8号的演出。 开始时；舞台无声无动静亦无明灯，几位舞者轮流慢慢以气带出动作，至明晰的永字八法，揭开了《行草》的表演序幕。 顿挫有力，慢中又带劲，气运丹田而流注于头、颈、臂、手、腿、脚尖。表演者形神合一，呼气吸气，然后以气带意，动作起于臂，而力度由腰腿为支点。 音乐随起划开了黄羲之、苏东坡、颜真卿、张旭等之行草走笔龙蛇书法。一幅幅放得非常巨大的字帖，在灯光投射底下，书法飘然游动于舞台，舞蹈的灵气犹如挥笔墨染，把行草静态、动态和它的跳跃奔腾活动于台板之上。 跟《水月》有别，《水月》是以太极入舞，舞的线条非常阴柔婉枵甙阎逯棵??通和它的脉搏律动，与巴赫音乐的苍郁高绝，配合得圆融俊美。舞者、巴赫、林怀民，《水月》印证了艺术到了高处，是可以互相呼应。 跟《水月》相反，《行草》之美，是以张力为形，气韵为神，舞者的肢体有时在伸、廷、转、合、奔、跃之中给人感到如书法的勾、捺、点、撇。而舞姿在收放处，令人意味到水墨之高奇有致，并且变化莫测。林怀民的编舞，是有意吸呐行书之神态墨色和笔力，为其舞蹈语言。 评论《行草》，如果不以书法作思考根据，无论怎样都说不过去，虽然林怀民在终场跟观众对话时说「舞者不是以身体来写书法，而是把书法行草元素入舞，希望观众不要用书写行草来看他们的舞蹈。」这说法，我相信大部份华人观众都做不到，原因林怀民很多时把行草书法字迹铺盖半边舞台，灯光投射在书法上面，舞台马上呈现各家各法之书法美和他们的墨气和笔气。就算不善毛笔者，都会呼吸到草书之精妙和丰采。 西方人士倒符合林怀民的说法，他们不明白何谓行书，他们看到一大幅如画的字，又看到如诗的舞姿，他们真的看得口瞪目呆，既感觉新鲜，又被一班舞艺不凡的演员所吸引，他们是舞蹈的纯欣赏者，对于放大了的书法，我听到坐在我背后的一对外国夫妇说：「多奇妙的字艺」又专心看舞去了。 相对来说，我们都知道草书是甚么，知道台上所跳的是呼应不同的书法家之笔意和字义。舞之律动以气带劲，气在舞先，跟书法之「意在笔先」同出一辙。全部舞者所跳的都是源出书法的灵感，也许把字少放一些，把舞多些自己的表达，观众会抽离各位书法家的运笔走势，而去专心欣赏舞中有书法的艺术意境。 当晚的完场谈话，有一位由深圳专程来港欣赏《行草》的男士，他说自己不是艺术家，是一位商人，他觉得中国某些很优秀的文化，都在林怀民的精神与魄力底下开拓了新的艺术领域，他觉得《行草》很出色，很有艺术造诣，可惜把行草跳得太凝重，书法有的地方该令人看得很开心的…… 我也就《行草》向林老师表达了自己对当晚的音乐和舞一些意见；我看到台上的演员，把全部生命力都贯注到每一个动作，以精深的舞姿去演绎《行草》，真的令人感动。刚才那位先生说以书法入舞很精彩，但太凝重了，我也有同感，瞿小松的音乐跟舞蹈，两者都表现出艺术之质朴和自然空间感，不过音乐跟舞所传达的是两种不同的质朴味道。瞿小松的音乐，有一股来自自然界的虚空味，西方近代音乐味浓而书法味少，音律很朴素很有原始味，带一点土着的自然气息。音乐的进行虚中有强节奏，我觉得它表现混沌初开，有点土人对大自然的莫名恐惧多过书法的虚中有实，瞿小松的音乐带给我这份感觉，是我在观舞当中的心理回响。 《行草》舞蹈所表现的质朴，是艺术性的，是有创造的，是艺术化了的质朴。换言之，这次音乐跟舞蹈只有形似，而神韵则各自表述。瞿小松的音乐内涵是属于荒野间之自然律动，林怀民的编舞和舞者所跳出的律动是集太极、武术、现代舞、芭蕾、行书，和打坐所衍生的自然气韵。 作曲家许翔威说，如果演奏大提琴不是德国人，而是中国人，在落弓收音之间放松一点和收得慢一些，音乐可能会多点中国韵味。他的意见，我很同意，西方音乐重情节意境，演奏时有一定的精密度，中国则讲究气与韵，有时真的可意会而不能言传。 此外，七十分钟的演出，时而慢中带劲，时而狂怪有度，舞出一位又一位书法家的精、气、神，和他们的运笔走势和墨意。 演员的精采「舞艺」与灵性，是值得观众喝采致敬的。不过，正如那位商人所说，太凝重了些。我觉得用太多巨型的书法，让台上营造出墨迹与舞的互动效果，有时反而给人在视觉和感觉上负担太重。如果《行草》多增一分潇洒舞味，那就更加完美了。 Here is a link of that. Catch-up 1 - Notes on Adelaide Film Festival 1As always, I'm catching up with my past; time and moments that have passed, buried into the earth. And before the truth is reviewed about my fear and allergy with writing, I'd better be a goody-goody, at least have a nice try. Being a journalism student, I'm not expected to write anything creative. Unlike my multimedia mate whom can be really turned on by the stuff he's doing, what I'm always seeking is the solidity and undeniable truth(although there might not be such thing) and present them in an unbiased manner(yet I saw little evidence of the existence of it). By all means, I used to be a bad, lazy or stupid student, and I might still be. So take care of reading my too-early-to-come conclusions. And now, the time has come for dropping all the notes onto this space, by technically touching the keyboard at C2-26, Magill. Feb 23rd Highlights: 9 Star Hotel; Feet Unbound The festival comes always too soon while one day ago I was still sinking in my sofa, gazing at the screen of my labtop, enjoying some smarties in a comedy show from Taiwan. My fresh and blank diary does help sometimes when I made a plan such as Adelaide Film Festival, it reminds me to consume anything but time. I'm kinda looking forward to it although in this hardly exciting place, I still managed to entertain myself quite comfortably, coz you'll always have to tell yourself that there is no such thing called joy untill it's memorized. With my hardly-opened eyelids, I stood in front of the cinema waiting for my coming friend whom never showed up that day, just could not believe that this is the only time that I was not in a rush during those days. Nine Star Hotel shows me a garden of hopeless conflicts, yet it sometimes gets superficially solved(e.g. the Israeli employer would not mind hiring illegal Palestinian construction works); or more oftenly gets more serious.(e.g. the police's investigation; when patriotism is put into politician's chemical cuvette) It is biased when I first heard Muhammad, as a politically correct Palestinian criticizing the character of people within the same country "We think backward. We never think forward." But it is not when I dig into my mind, he might be right. This seventy minutes something documentary feeds me enough shots of improvised reality of the dismal situation of Palisitinian illegal construction workers at the boarder of Israel's occupied territories, mostly the stories of two yound man, Ahmed and Muhammad. In day time they build the luxury properties for the homes of Israeli's, whereas when the sun falls down they gather at the badland nearby and make it their home, which can be quite ironic under the name of "Nine Star Hotel". There Ahmed as a dumped object collector, found things like pillows or remote-control toy cars and enjoy himself. Muhammad seems like unemployment but is a helping hand to everyone there as an experienced illegal worker around. Skipping sad moments when everybody in the screen starts talking about their family, their past or anything like that, it is quite an enjoyable movie for audiences like most of us, coz apart from showing expiry sympathies, there is nothing can be done as audiences and only, as I said it's a conflict between them. As referred in the director's notes on the program pamphlet, the targeting audiences are actually his Israeli brethren, the basic message is that seperation wall is of no use and would not make the situation any better. I have no idea whether this would work or not, what i can see is the fact that there is no single Israelis or Palestinians in the screening session that I have attended. And more interestingly,for me this uncolored dry doco might appeal more to the western audiences to experience some kinda horriable journey for an hour or more, basically for the purpose of escaping from their too comfortable daily life. Sound is dry, camera is dry and the landscape is dry as well, with the instant movement of scenes and stories, under a uneditable timeline. This is typically a piece of Kino-Pravda film, which emerges since 1920s while Dziga Vertov made the film "Kino-Pravda"(film-truth), which seriously persue the role of camera to be simply a witness. At this point, it's unbiased and successful. I was literally quite moved by the ending of this film when their supposedly house was eventually found and burned by the police. Not many dialogues are made, some of the survivors whom are not arrested walked into the blaze to hoping to save some bread, the others just stood there and witness all this ruin. The noise of burning wood, cotton or rubbish keeps running untill the credit rolls to the end, fortunately nobody left the cinema, that's something impressive.
It's absolutely another story about Feet Unbound hours later, although the director shows up. In the end, verybody gave him a back and left. It's a story about Chinese renowned Long March, or more precisely about the girls in Western Red Army which suffered serious injustice from all solidary powers. However, what I saw was a female journalist(with no clues that I could find out her as a journalist if not told) retraced the women soliders' long march journey visiting all the monuments, no matter fake or not, telling stories irrelevant about her own life, no matter how shitty that could be. I'm pissed with this film, seriously. They are not talking any good on behalf of those who actually suffered, but pissing them. They are not serious with film-making coz as I said the whole film ended up with worshiping all those monuments while this lady shows up there and makes some irrelevant conclusions, this is such an easygoing piece, such a film for the purpose of making a film, not caring for anybody, maybe not, but by all means it fails to show that. And I couldn't bare one more second of the "Chinese female journalist's" Sino-English, the truth is reviewed, I'm criticizing something that of litte relevance to the point. However another truth is reviewed, if a film sucks, something comes along becomes awful as well. I'v got a few questions here, for whom might concern: a. What does this story has something to do your first kiss and sex? Eventually, I would like to show some basic understanding of the film title, as "Feet Unbound" involves a conparision between the female in the ancient times till the fall of Qing dynasty and the female in the current generation. China used to be such a country enjoy the small feet of women, and so girls start to bound their feet in early age, and surprisingly it works for thousands of years, everybody keeps really silent about it. As far as I'm concerned, the original idea is to make a docomentary about this change and present them in a manner of new female(journalist) experiencing some elders'(grannies from Western Red Army) sufferings. Well, trully it fails in many ways as pointed.
February 16 Day&Night Report 13 14 15 FebFeb 13, the last shift with boss Brenda, made a silly mistake of 40 dollars drive-off, that shouldn't have happened after she's being pissy with the high flow of drive-off loss last weeks and a surprisingly huge amount of wastage of chips and chocs only because of our carelessness with the store rotation.
Anyway, apart from that, Brenda is as normal kindly appreciate my goodness as a helpful reliever, comparing to the previous one whom she had bad impression. She said she's gonna talk good for me.
At night time, I watched Cursive pieremed at Adelaide Festival Centre by Cloud Gate Dance Theatre of Taiwan, which I will write in details later.
After the show, there was something valuable to be remembered, unescapably it was about a girl whom keep gazing me, and in those moments, I'm pretty sure that both of us have dipped into each other's heart, soul, right spot on that word.
However, I didn't talk to her, so did she, coz I thought it might still be too early. Anyway I knew which stop does she get off, so probably some time later we might be able to meet again, and by then I won't miss this chance.
14 Feb It was a bloody scorcher, and I stayed inside unlike most should do. a plain Valentine, I'm a lazy guy, i didn't even go to work as my stomach is in a bad mood. I slept over 20 hrs on that day.
15 Feb Well well well, this was the strictly defined last shift of me at Largs Bay, each of my mates, Jess and Lee had a different way of saying goodbye to me, which I was so happy for and will write more later.
February 12 Walter's Stories, PART 1It was a bloody exciting but normal look night when I first met Walter, whom gives me the first impression of a deadly old man with a crunchy voice :P, kidding, he looks alright, apparently normal though his top hair has gone half.
As tall as a totum, plain face and huge chin. The slim young man started with an no-typical Aussie accent, however later I might fiind that he has an Eurpoean originality, but the accent isn't strong enough to be Aussie honestly, and the spot-on is that he managed to prounce my name just as soon as I told him, unlike normally I'l have to tutor most of people who are so kindly wishing to know my name but give up eventually.
He's one of those gangs everybody will love to talk to, their kindness just naturally flatter out, like him.
He couldn't quite get his head around the business we're doing, like calculating, drive-offs even price change, but I like him more than some others whom does well. Who cares, I'm not the boss, I'm trying my best to keep the shop running ;)
Till now, he's much better than before.
He didn't really talk a lot about himself untill recent weeks, before that we just had so much fun talking about something I can not even remember now, but for sure it's got to be something related to our shop, to the diary or the people whom are around us.
Walter has the ability to recognise whether a guy is on his own side or not, which becomes real difficult for me. He told me a lot about guys that I havent' had a chance or probably will never have a chance to meet. And he is not afarid of expressing his good graces or dislike, honestly only because of that, I would call him a brave man, a man that of his words.
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Day&Night Report 12 FebNothing but facing the com untill Neal back home, together with his lovely wife Sarah.
They drove me to a Vietnamese restaurant called Sing Sing, it was located within Vietnamese area, buried in piles of living houses and units, doesn't look like a descent market life place. However, the business looks brilliant.
Apparently I enjoyed the food on a gut level, I had a Special Combination Soup, which consits of beef ball and many other stuff in beef soup, typical Vietnam food, but in a real nice flavor with considerably best-ever sauce in my life ever tasted. It might not be that easy for you guys to imagine how huge that bowl is, when we finished, I couldn't walk properly, not even able to sit at the back in the car.
Just about we were leaving, Sarah said "look at that cute girl." coz there was a little baby sitting their with her family, and at that moment, I noticed the father's face, which was shitty.
Nothing racism, but to cherish his daughter shouldn't have gained such reaction.
By the way, if any of you are living in Queensland, there's another Sing Sing availiable here
After that, I was dragged to Sakura, the Sushi Bar where Sarah works, and had a chat with guys there, however coudln't really afford it after 36 hrs no sleep, so went straight back home and lied down on my bed without hesitation. February 11 Day & Night Report 11 FebCommisioned by self-responsibility.
Written in the moring on a cloudy Sunday, with a pain in the side of my right-hand ring finger nail.
Yet it's still hitting the keyboard. As usual, let me start this tag called Day & Night Report just to record the painfully dry stuff that I'm doing every single day, I'v tried this before though it's never been on the right track. For many many times that I'v been dumping blogs, yet someday those trash might still float on beyond wireless or plug-in digital river, hope it's not polluting anything in the near future. Actually under the consideration of self-responsibility, I should clean them myself, however it won't be that tidy even it's done properly, so forget it, I told myself and sneaked out the room for a bottle of juice. I had my longest shift ever last night, like hell. The shop was clean and need to be feeded with some choc and bottles of drinks, especially red bulls, they are dismal. Anyway, it's considerably quiet regarding the amount of customers, that's why I got a drunk dude came to me thinking his scorn to my easygoing over-night shift, for sure I fought back to tell him that I'm the hardest working staff (comments in our store diary can prove that, though I used to be a naughty boy tutoring my T-bone committed work mate some Chinese swearwords.) However, that guy didn't bring me down, actually he politely expressed his understanding of my hard work by saying "take it easy mate" yet that might not be the real solid truth from heart. Don't you fool me again? Gimme a break. Alright, let's get back to something real precious to be memorized, which is Walter's Stories, so go and check it out, he told me a lot about his childhood, and left me his number warning me to drop by his house on either Tue and Wed just to swap mine painful childhood, which I'd really love to make it on Wed, the night after the gorgeous Cursive by Cloud Gate Dance Theatre of Taiwan. We'll see how would that go. And just before that, I racked my brains in scheming to scare Walter by sticking my face on the window and making a face in his shift. However I failed coz he was apparently having fun chatting with a group of young people, guys and girls. Later I confirmed with him about this scene and found out that he has absolutely no idea about it, which means he didn't even see me having this brilliant try, maybe it was a poor plan back to its beginning, (I actually learned it from Lee at Largs Bay whom plays it every Wed's night and I'm kinda used to it and have to pretend to be caught by that deal so that both of us are entertained :P) So what else can I do, for sure I just went back and planning another try, but this time he caught me first, I failed again. Eventually I decided to give up and have to more precisely, "Guess what, u'v just missed my girl-friend, her best friend and her sister, they are here to check you out coz I'v been talking about you these days." "Oh, no I was out there trying to make a ghost face to say hello." "You shouldn't have done that, good try though." And actually he's been telling me something about his girlfriend as well, she's an artist, I insist whom Walter met during his job at Coles supermarket in town. <why hasn't it happened in my life yet? :(> We had a talk like about 1-2 hrs, which can be found in Walter's Stories, still. Then he went home, actually he should have been out of the store ages ago. My lonely quiet night started here, with as normal, drunk dudes more than beautiful chicks. (Unlike Jess's definition of 'girls' which always come out with middle-aged female punk, maybe that's a difference between our taste.) I didn't do much since the sun comes up to function coz newspaper readers are usually coming to give me a 5 dollar note for papers. I'm enjoying a short period of peace. Andrew came after me, which usually Bell do, coz Bell is in her holiday so I wouldn't be able to see her in four weeks, that's sad. Good news is Bell and Paul both have applied for the 2nd-in-charge at Rose Park, which I wished Bell can win. Anyway we'll see, coz Walter had the guess of the winner being Paul coz statistically he is the one more competitive. However the Canberra-based holiday-casualing store manager Andrew has a strong favour for Bell, he supported himself by pointing out the fact that "Paul talks, people down". Another thing surprised me yesterday was that finally I found out that Karim is half Japan, half Poland, yet his name derived from his mum's distinctive experience while working in Jordan. Let's call it a day, I'v got to learn more about "how to end an article" and there we go. January 06 行自行车丢了
出门成了麻烦 不过也好 这样一来不需要时刻担心它的安危
更重要的是 高峰时间做火车不用给它买票
或者 它并没有丢 只是被night ram拖去警察局报失了
我始终不能完成辛普森的那幅拼图
就好像那本永远无法寄到的乔治奥维尔的书
开始了 却不知道如何继续下去
新年前萨达姆死了 我回到家洗澡照镜子 一如往常
忙碌的人们依然要面对自己的罪恶 就像他们每天都要照镜子一样
我还有那么多的事情没有做 我也是他们中平凡的一员
我用了那么多的我和他们 我和他们 他们和我 和她 他 它
这个世界没有对象 所有很少出现 你
问题是 我不能再这样假设下去了
我会觉得我根本不需要睡眠
反正无论如何都不会醒着死去
人总会在真正死去之前
沉睡 December 17 跳大概几个月来，street climb开始流行，其走势虽不比流行文化的靡靡之音，且并不对大多数人有指导意义，却仍可能激励更多人动起来。
我最近的日子和steet climb的相似性在于高度的变化。
我工作与生活的距离不仅仅是从坐在桌前的沙发到站在加油站控制台之间臀部飞升的高度，还有倒公车到搭朋友汽车的数十分钟。 在那之间我会偶尔去客厅的餐桌那里坐一下，在那里已经完成了一个拼图，目前正在计划一些遥远的事情，比如阅读与担心。
我开始习惯这些高度的变化 每次陷入一个高度我就自然而然地陷入那种状态。
沙发就是休息 依恋 倒下，在沙发上很容易睡着，我想我是那种濒危的把沙发放近卧室的人，各种不同生活习惯的人都见过，向我如此迷恋奢侈的休息的人大概不多。
其实沙发是在椅子与床之间的挣扎，我默默地在那里被娱乐节目或者和人聊天折磨着睡去 又会因为不舒服而醒来。虽然深为此所累，却还是乐于向来访的人骄傲的介绍我的沙发。她是金色的，虽然已经很土旧却依然懒惰悠闲，有足够我的身体在那里拥挤的正方形坐垫。说到那个被我坐得经常会向前走的坐垫，就不得不说说那个沟壑越来越适应我身体的靠垫，一个直角型的靠垫一直在缩小她所包围的角度。所以，从整个形状上看来 这个沙发自从来到我的房间之后就像一个冰块开始渐渐融化，坐垫的边边角角在向下掉，靠垫的两侧在紧缩。不是他们要包围我 而是我自己在网里陷。
是什么让我这么心甘情愿呢？我想大概包括以下东西：日本电影（几周内看的日本电影数量真的是惊人） 大闷锅 （于是乎越来越佩服王伟忠） 最后大概应该是《第8号当铺〉了
这些东西一次一次把我留在那里，想想在我消费他们的同时被他们降低了多少智商呢，电视果然降低智商，只是我还不至于假设所有人都是笨蛋，首先没有那么心高气傲的经验，可能更多的是没有那样的资本，然后越来越发现想笑是很难的一件事情。
站立同样是我生活的主题，加油站的操纵台因为下面有很多电线 所以都会比地面高一些，以我亚洲人的高度 依然要在大部分的时间里俯视我的客人们还有他们的车于牌照，会遇见很多不同的人，也有时会无聊，所以站立多少有些无奈，而且时刻被摄像机监视。
我会看见不同的人出现在不同的情绪里面，会看见人对一些细小事情所产生的影响而导致的情绪变化，会看见可爱的，可怕的，友善的，平淡的，积极的还有讨厌的。因为这份工作要求我要专心，所以经常弄得自己要去观察这些本来不着边际的细节，偶尔观察不到就被袭击。
袭击事件一： 星期三下午，油价飙升，生意冷清，门口停下一辆车，走下一个小朋友，大概6，7岁的样子，金色头发，一根辫子，短裤，戴红色帽子，花色条条的袜子。她走下车，女司机后面坐着另外三个女孩子，一样是小朋友。看得出来是一家人，女孩子走进店里只拿了一小盒iced coffee，走过来。 我礼貌地打招呼:"hello, how are you?"
"bad"
"why"
"my dad just ran away."
那一刻我无法可说阿
就收钱 放进till里面
等她快走出门了我才知道要有所反应
"bye, girl"
她背对着我伸了伸右手走出去上了车
我开始想要去看看司机妈妈的样子
她在摸额头，顺便整理一下头发
我没有理由不被袭击阿，一起上工的Dianne作为两个孩子的妈妈就很感动地捻了起来。
这样的悲伤是我们所不能抱怨的 我们很安静 然后我就记住了这个。
当然在“坐的如此低”和“站的那样高”之间的我 偶尔会去餐桌坐一下，那是一个可以加长的餐桌，因为拼图很大，占据了吃饭的地方，我把她放置为加长的样子，虽然空间被占据了，但是似乎桌子很得意，因为她可以接触到阳光了。在那里还有几本书等着我，虽然我只是偶尔关照一下他们，每次留下书签的位置回来接着读都觉得是陌生的，我应该更加关注她们才对，除非到了要还书或者图书馆催的时候才会舍不得他们，保德里亚的专辑，苏珊桑塔格的短篇集，卡尔维诺的《旅者的冬夜》还有丹布朗的《达芬奇密码》
我该和你们更亲近才好，才好把以后的课程读的更舒服一点
我总觉得在这几个高度之间转移成了我的习惯，我没有再去走走 去朋友家 去唱歌 去BBQ 我似乎开始变得懒惰。
应该需要挣扎着从沙发站起身走向餐桌会好一点吧，慢慢来，虽然已经没有什么时间可以等我了。
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