Motorcycling.

Sometimes.... work just don't go as well as planned.

Ideally, I should have finished the death report by now... but got interrupted by an urgent legal advice and two interim report.... am I too much of a control freak? Or have I became the same 'error-finder' as my last boss? But in truth.... they're sometimes careless in preparing paper and it's my ultimate responsibilities... it's a tough post as an inspector.

Got 'gist-up' by PC again.... have reminded the PC a couple of times to attend training but he still failed to... now require an explanination from top boss... what should i say, where there's no documentary proof? Fine, blame it on me again.

Lunch with Jo, who's kind enough to save me from my hellish room..... an hour without the thought of decomposing corpse.... sounds good.

Originally I thought when I ask a sergeat for the key post at my department it should be a lurcative offer.... but right, everybody do have their own problem... I can only wait and see.

Dinner with Jo and garfield, again.... It's good to meet you two tonight.

It's not such a good idea to go out on such a cold night, leave alone on a motorbike.... but still.... it's fun to be riding~

So tired now... time to sleep, another long day and tough battle await.

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Brother is coming back in Hong Kong now... but still, I have yet to see him and talk...

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Where.... did you go?

Where... did you hide?