I love busy life. Feels like your actually going somewhere. Although no one knows what i'm doing, no one even cares at the end. Screw them, its so nice to stress yourself out doing 5-6 things all at once and run around in circles.

 

Tatoo is nice, skin is tanned, went back to the gym to buff up again.

 

Bloody insurance can drive me bankrupt, so i am no longer comprehensively insured. In conclusion, i wont go out late at night, park my car on random places, or racklessly speed anymore. Well, maybe i'll just be more careful about the recklessly speeding part.

 

June 3rd, is the exam. I'm done== got 3 months. Need to start RIGHT NOW!

 

I'm lazy, been eating, laid back, dam whats wrong with me.

 

I need motivation. MOTIVATION. Cant waste life sitting here anymore. Saw Fight Club again. First time saw it one the day i Did my HSC English paper one. Have to say i appreciate it alot more. What happen to David Finch? i mean he hates the whole, there's Seven, there's Fight Club. How did he end up doing the Panic Room? Dam, i always thought what i use represents who i am. I guess at the end of the day i became what i use, drive and wear. Whats the fuss about having some guy's name on my under wear. My god fight club makes perfect sense, but i'm just a little too late. All i want is all them european furniture, a complete wadrobe, and ... them business class air tickets...

Have so much to say on the first day i arrive. Then sort of got lazy. Lets just say, i like this trip. Its cool. I mean, very unexpected, everything turns out to be quite different, but at the end, thats what makes life interesting isnt it?

 

Well, the funny thing is, i've only been there for 3 days, and each of them have its own significance, since i didnt bring a camera, i'll try to recap it as i go.

 

Day 1

 

Got off the plan, its bloody rainy humid and depressing. Sunshine state. Ergh, nothing's open, no one's around. Well i did arrive at 7am in the morning, and it is a little rainy sunday morning... Whats more depressing is that, i realize in Brisbane, there's this new smoking law in place, which restricts people from smoking in outdoor commercial premesise, i.e. Gloria Jeans. Now that truely suck. 

 

So i decided to hop on a bus to go around to check out the casino and that big shopping center. Well, i just happen to fall asleep on the bus and end up in middle of nowhere. Well, its not exactly middle of nowhere. I mean there's this little bus stop you can sit inside, and its so call the last stop. It's pouring outside, i'm just smoking. Well, the interesting part is, i've actually manage to miss the place again, being awake on the bus on the way back==...

 

Still a bit early to check in, i went through shops in Surfers. Somehow, people are so seriously nice. I mean i know its a tourist destination, but people should be rude and angry all day like the ones back home. I dont know why, but even LV shop assistants smiles at you. Hmmm, didn't see anything nice tho. I guess i wont have much appetite for cloth until FW08 is out.

 

Well, that goes for all the crap happened that day. As soon as i check in to the hotel, the rain stopped. Seriously, the hotel made my day. I mean, it looks real nice on the website, but looks kinda dodgy once you take a closer look on the outside. But MAN, my room is awsome. When i check out wotif, i saw them having the studio suite on special, then there's the corporate single suite.

 

There's like a 60 bucks differences on price, and the more expensive one's got a balcony. Planning ahead, Being Jason, and the Jason you all know, obviously i recognize the importance of a balcony. After all, them smoking detectors are just far too hard to dismental (i've attempted to do so with a screw driver, Many times-_-')

 

Guess what? the hotel room happen to have a massive living room, kitchen, a saperate bed room and a gigantic ocean view balcony on the top level. This is like THE dream come true. Well not that i've dream about it, but definitely something very promising. So i spend the rest of the day chilling, smoking my cuban cigars, drinking red wine in the middle of the day and rang for in room dinner.

 

Day 2

 

Actually, nothing happen on day two. Well nothing worth mentioning. I went down to sun bake, for 30 minutes. Still cant figure out why i'm still so sun burned== Skins came off my face, still half pink. Ergh, went to hard rock cafe as well. Thats about it. Went to the gym, spa, suena, massage... just what a holiday should be like.

 

Day 3

 

Well i woke up knowing that i need to go out and do something before i go back to sydney. So i tried to arrange for sky diving. Its bloody too late. Hmmm.. So i went to do some random semi bungy jumping. Well you just get putt up to around 12-13 storeys high up in the air in two wire, and swing out. Not that exciting, but oh well, Dam.. which reminds me, i still want to book for sky diving, anyone interested, please let me know.

 

Well then i went to do some range shooting. FIrst time firing a real gun. One hell of an experience. I want to go to american where guns and bullets are so much more affordable==... Don't see how people can get used to the loud explosion tho. I mean i took off the ear plug and fire a shot. Man my ear is still suffering tintinus.

 

The i went to the big shopping centre in middle of nowhere. And finally get to see some real gold coast locals. Man, everyone smokes! From 10 yo to 99 yo. They do roll ups as well! So i went and saw 'Stranger than Fiction', i just like the name. Well it didnt disappoint me, altho i'm grealty amazed by surrounding people's ability to dig cheap humour from a slightly more sophisticated film== Love the female writer in the film, she's like the person i want to be but never will be (well i might be).

 

Got back to Surfaces, had sushi, went to gloria jeans and did some reading. Got myself a tatoo done. Yes, took them 3 and a half hours. Coloring in part really hurts a bit, but oh well, planning for the next one already.

 

So its middle of the night, i go out of a tatoo studio, with no hotel to sleep in coz i'm too cheap to pay for another day knowing that i'll be gone around 4. Well also because i assumed Gold Coast, like all the other tourist destinations, is a city that never sleeps.

 

Well i'm wrong. 5 minutes past 11, everything's totally shut. From meccas to your local 7/11, internet cafe. It starts to rain badly again. Above all, MY BACK HURTS!

 

So i went to the casino. Spend whole night pokieing. Gambling is bad for your, and pokie is so addictive of a game== i actually sat there wanting to stay forever after i bash 40 bucks out of a 1cent pokie machine==

 

Anyway, went my bus came to pick me up, i was sittin in the lobby reading UK Vogue, yes i bought it there. Its nice!

 

You think this is gonna end like this right?

 

Well your wrong. When i got to the airport. I actually realize my wallet's gone. YES, my precious precious wallet. MY GOD! I must left it in the news agency in the casino when i was deciding between UK vogue and Paris Vogue........!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

So then like any other old hollywood cliche, i dash out. Find a cab, told him we've got 40 minutes to get to the casino and come back. Being a wog, he actually appreciates the seriousness of my situation, and drive above 130K ran 7 red lights, to help me get my wallet. If he'll willing to do a sharp right turn accross the traffic i would've probably be on the plane.

 

So i find myself sitting there waiting for the next plane.

 

The sun is coming up, im smoking my 3rd last cigarrete. Somehow i just start to laugh. Must scared alot of security, random chinese tourist, surfies and cabbies, but i just cant help it.

 

Awww, life is amazing!

 

Anyway i made it back

Cant Sleep

Cant Sleep

Cant Sleep

Cant Sleep!!!

 

Yes, planty of overtime this month. Have 3 days off next week. Have no idea what i'll blew it on. Seriously having mid month crisis again, or mid week perhaps.

 

In the morning i go to the gym, have a sports conversation with the random person i share the machine with, talk about cricket. When i start work, i talk to the manager about australian politics, and water research. half hour later, walking down stairs to get coffee with supervisor, talking about asian economy and development. Back in the office, talking about random office gossip in the office with team member. Started another conversation about valentines day and all that with the surrounding team. Later on i walk over to the other team, talked about more sport, mainly basket ball and tennis. Another 20 minute smoking conversation about cars and drugs with the regional manager.

 

I'm settling down just fine in the society, look as though i'm just another party of this world. But the truth is, i hardly find any of these conversations amusing at all, i laugh i put up a situation i respond, but deep inside, i rather be somewhere cold in the mountain skinning sheeps or watering corn fields, who knows.

 

Life genuinely suck. Cant find a single bit of passion to get me through that 10 minutes before i fall asleep in bed.

 

God. 

 

In conclusion, i hate valentines day. I hate it when i'm not single, i hate it even more when i am... 

 

I'll just make sure i stay up late enough so i can be numbed out all day long... 

 

Ergh in times like this, i'll just post some pic for the sake of it. Prada glasses, G-Star Demin Blazer, Dolce Gabbana V-neck Tshirt, Hugo Boss Jeans, C'N'C Motorbike Jacket, Prara V-Neck Tshirt, Same pair of jeans. God, i'm a brand whore on steroids....

周日，大脑在11点准时清醒。微风吹著窗帘，渗透著点阳光。

 

喉咙很干，眼睛红肿著看著镜子，又一天空白。

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漫无目的的看著一段段电影，喝著English Breakfast Tea,吃Custard Tard。感叹好片越来越少了，很多装模作样的片子，闹了半天，就一个壳子。想做很多时期，可是却少了点开始的激情。躺在沙发上，懒懒的吸著烟。听著不知名字的法国歌曲...

 

再次醒来的时候，外面下著雨。打发了一下自己，坐在城市的某处，喝著咖啡。雨水打落在树叶上，随风飘著。尼古丁又开始麻醉著我的大脑。最近感觉经常头晕，可是思维却特别清醒。忽然想要写点什么，多少看到些感觉，影子，图像...

 

然后，又一天过去了。

 

PS今天接待了国内来的亲戚，很可爱很可爱的小表妹。真的很可爱。可爱得让我觉得，哪天要是她过来读书，又有人欺负她的话。我会把那人的牙齿绑在我车子的后轮上面。。。然后一颗一颗的拔掉...

 

PSS Got smoked by a GTR33 on the way home tonight. Skyline is so haxed....-_-'

看了NEW YORK FASHION WEEK，忽然发现，有个新DESIGNER，叫JASON WU。我的天啊，真的叫JASON WU。他的RUN WAY SHOW后面都写著JASON WU。还有个很恶心的W做LOGO。开始还以为被HACK了，中病毒了，还是什么的。结果还真有这个人，名字变成牌子，是天意吧。好了，该考虑去把那条DOLCE GABBANNA的牛仔裤买回来了。

 

很累的一个星期，勾心斗角了半天，好像看到了点希望。

 

很不满意HELEN介入我工作的生活。现在好像每天下班以后还得加班，和她讨论公司的事情！对，就是你，下星期就回去散播你的谣言！

 

周末，很安静。脑子平静不下来。睡觉少了，看了BORAT和GOOD FELLA。

 

Well, BORAT. Well BORAT. Let's just say, its a very Jason film. I see myself in it, not literally, but i see my name on the film. i mean if im a director, this is probably the kind of material ill make. Total political incorrectness. I need a gun to protact myself from the jew, scientist in kazhastan prove that woman have a brain the size of a peanut... Man, not that i agree with it, but its always good to hear people say out these extreme right sided jokes like that in the big screen. The actor and director being a jew themselve, gets away with doing all these as well. Its like how i always make jokes about asian people. Hmmm.. And i hardly find it obscent as well, i mean when the sunbathing bikini came out at the start and the pingpong game, i sort of expect it to go seriously wrong, but the whole film turnout alright, even the gigantic ass scene.

 

GOOD FELLAS,scoresesesersere... dont know how to spell he's name.. Never like he's films. I cant stand violent towards woman, but you always see it in he's films. I mean think about raging bull, i had to skip all the parts when rebert deniro beat up he's wife. Ergh! But good fella was good, its still the same favour, still the same violent, but this film is kinda different. I mean when steven told me, City of Gods is like an african version of Good Fellas, i sort of have alot of expectation for it. Then the expectation died out a bit, coz steven said it. I mean he also enjoy films like The Island and very random hollywood junk. Hmm ergh Yeah im gonna annoyed.. lets just cut it right here, good movie, insight into italian culture. Love it!

 

好久没写BLOG，在考虑开始VLOG，哼哼。

 

好了新年快乐，我会继续努力的！