Thank God，終於捱到星期五！雖然週末也有conference call，但Friday night畢竟還是令人心情愉快的。

Sam和Katie等大班同事一早在Halo 訂了檯，我改完手頭上的document便趕去與他們會合。Guess what？竟然給我在途中碰見一個「疑似banker」的物體大字形躺在路邊，

I was struck by how often the book Saturday by Ian McEwan led to revelations. Pearls are found throughout the story of a day in the life of Henry Perowne, a neurosurgeon and his minute-to-minute thoughts in reaction to those events.

One startling story is about the neurosurgeon's thought whilst flushing the loo, when he remembered a magazine lying around in the operating suite coffee room. At least one molecule of his own urine will at some time fall on him one day as rain, according to an

今年異議聲音的一段自由jam歌。遲了開機，聽了半晌你會發現那是熟悉的歌，後來你會發現，那是我們共同的願望。純為紀錄，畫面搖晃（upload後黑得看不見自由戰士的翅膀），因為我不唱歌不與人同坐只在黑暗中流眼淚。北京來

因為在豆瓣看到了許多朋友突破網絡禁制、還有不相識的國內朋友想紀念六四的熱情，我在香港文學小組發了一個叫「 冒死發言 」的帖子，將 廖偉棠去年的一段話 ，隱去日子，地點改名，逐字分行以避過網警，跟大陸朋友分享。