Frakkin' Sleepy [11JUL08, Day 206]

First of all, one post everyday for 3 days in a row. That's something. I'm trying to squeeze out every interesting bit of my pathetic service and post-being-dumped life. It looks like I'm doing just fine here. Frakkin' fine.

The editing case was closed hours ago. Of course I'm paid. Couple thousand dollars for one night job. Not too bad. The frak-up part is that I only slept for 4 hours and I must head back to camp after 6:30pm. Kinda sucks.

Frakkin' Small World! [10JUL08, Day 205]

Years ago, a reporter told me after an interview that he was my ex-girlfriend's cousin. It was really nice he told me that afterwords, otherwise I would've had my jaws dropped all away down the show.

If I remembered it right, Tiffany is married by now. Someone I used to date is now a wife! What have I become? A memory that kills her husband? That doesn't sound too bad if that's case.

There was a guy who kind of screwed up his deadline. My friend Alex told him yesterday that I can clean up his mess. So he came to me and I took the job. The guy said he took this job from a cop called Mike. In fact, Mike had helped me many times during my days on the street. What's more? This guy and I actually used to work for the same boss!

Frakkin' small world.

幾年以前，一個記者在訪問結束後告訴我他是某前任的表哥！他在訪問結束後才告訴我真是太厚道了，否則我會在節目裡從頭到尾嘴巴開大大。

如果我沒記錯的話，Tiffany現在結婚了。我以前約會的對象變成一個太太了！那我變成什麼？一段讓他丈夫很想砍人的回憶嗎？如果是這樣也不賴囉！

有一個傢伙搞砸了交稿的時間。我朋友Alex告訴他我能幫他擦屁股。他說這個案子是一個叫做小麥的警察介紹的。事實上，我在街頭的那些日子裡，小麥幫了我很多忙。更妙的是，他和我都曾經在同一個老闆手下工作！

世界真是它ｘ的小。

Frakkin' Serious and Cute [09JUL08, Day 204]

Where does the good go?

Where the frak does the good go? A nice question no matter taken with what attitude. It's a serious life issue and can be a very cute song, like a cheese cake you have in your hand.

好事都它ｘ的到哪裡去了呢？躺著坐著，燗在床上還是跑在捷運站的電扶梯上，似乎任何姿態都適合這個問題。它是關於嚴肅的生命議題，也可以是一首很可愛的歌，像手上的起司蛋糕。嚴肅，認真？俏皮又深刻？一整個妙。

Frakkin' Milestone [05JUL08, Day 200]

200 days in the Air Force, and I'm still pretty much 'me.' Some frakkin' milestone. 145 days to go.

Frakkin' Recall [30JUN08, Day 195]

When the boss says "would you..." or "is it possible for you...", don't get it wrong. It's not really a question. Especially when Mr. Nice Boss has some hard time and turns to you for some professional assistance. Frak! Why can't I just say the magical "NO!" One simple word could save my beautiful short leave and I just can't frakkin' say it.

Mr. Nice Boss makes me weak. I said yes to a military recall. Probably the worst move of the worst. Let's pray it's not.

Frakkin' Break-up [22JUN08, Day 187]

Break-ups, they're like frakkin' time bombs. The longer the relationship has been, the bigger the destruction. The scale of it varies from losing sex life to the necessity to build a new identity. My condition of damage was like an A-Bomb. Her face was haunting like the frakkin' radiation. Everything exposed decays. It frakkin' sucks.

Frakkin' Service [07APR08, Day 110]

Boys in Taiwan have to serve the military for at least 1 year. This might not apply as perfectly to ones with good daddies as the pathetic rest. Since I obviously belong to the later, this applies to me perfectly.

They cut my hair. They yell. They call on names and never hesitate to humiliate. They slave, almost. The evil goes on and on and it's constitutional. They also brain wash to create orthodox, the mediocre. They're borgs. They're borging without high-tech elegance. With the constitution backing them up, "the resistance is futile."