did a little blog surfing today.
somehow it ache to see you guys writing beautiful beautiful chinese, i feel like an exile, and the gate is closing on me....or, i jsut couldnt find the way back....
i realise every nation struggle for independence.
America broke off from British rule, that is their pride, in pursuit of love, freedom and happiness.
When Singapore thrive on after independence, i remember reading the same burning pages form social study.
and I , still, struggling for my independence.

talked to this jamaican guy in the library, it all started with my halter, with a marijuana leave and the name of a jamaican revolutinary. He is one of the, in fact the first non rap star looking black guy i ever talked to. And half way down the conversation, nooke walk right pass me and down the stairs. I knew she was there,at the computer, that's why i m upstairs.....we talked about her too, somehow, that was funny~

i realise i have such a strong urge to confess......
really wanna go to a mountain top and scream it out.
we will see, in the future.