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    February 28

    Addiction of goal be met...

    I got the first two goals  in Japan for MITSUBISHI
    as the very first shooting
    I achieved,
    with my rational right foot
    not the passionate left foot as uaual
    it might be a new hint...
     
    during breaktime
    our coach
    who is kindly to lend me his own teamsuit
    said to me:
    get another one!
    and then the second came
    after surpassing the goalkeeper
    send the ball into the empty goal slightly
    this time with left foot
     
    the flaw is
    missing the chance to a hat-trick by head-shooting
    and cramping in the end of the match
    still aching in both legs until today...:P

     
    February 15

    An old song

     
    I read a short essay in somebody`s space,
    it made me think of an old song with the same name
    I hope someday I will sing this song for him
     
    Elder sister
     
    by Zhang Chu in 1991
     
    It has not snowed this winter yet
    sitting beside the street without wink
    feeling my heart beating tenderly
    you should praized I am well-behave today
     
    my coat seemed a little wide
    you said it made me really absoud
    I know when standing in street
    I am a idiot
     
    my dad who is a scoundrel always drunk
    before death he won`t grieve and use his fist
    he is sitting on the stairs also getting old
    no more a opponent
     
    before feeling to be cheated
    I always could not be elegant
    couldn`t hear what they said
    just feel standing lonesome as awkward
    through the buidings and the people
    I have to pass and also gracefully
    I konw you had saw all of these
    fake indeed
     
    Oh my elder sister,I saw the tears in your eyes
    I know you want to forget who was the deceive guy
    they told me women are soft and easy to cry
    and what a touching affair
     
    Oh my elder sister,I want back,
    feeling you holding my hand
    I got a little tired
     
    Oh my elder sister,I want back,
    as holding my hand
    wouldn`t you be afraid

    my dad who is a scoundrel always drunk
    before death he won`t grieve and use his fist
    he is sitting on the stairs also getting old
    no more a opponent

    Oh my elder sister,I want back,
    feeling you holding my hand
    I got a little tired
     
    Oh my elder sister,I want back,
    as holding my hand
    wouldn`t you be afraid