Under the unusual wishful thinking stirred by alcohol, I decided to try something out of my character: saying truth in blog.

      I know people more easily speak out their love in a second language other than in their mother tougue. That’s why nowadays “I love you” is so popular that it seems that every shirt, every mug even every underwear can do the job instead of lips. Truth is the thing that most intimidates us. When we dare not to say it, we say it in another way. So do I. In the following I will try myself to spill right from my heart, no slight interference from head. I swear to God, every single word is made of truth.

      I peed my pan twice after 8 years old , for once, I could not find a toilet. for another, uh… in a Chinese exam.

      I changed right answer into wrong at the last moment in the entrance exam to high school because I peered the guy’s answer sheet  who sit in front of me.

      Once I dirted the bed sheet of my neighbour because of the sudden visit of my physiological period.

      I like guys  who have beautiful hands.

      I love money, I love penthhouse, I love Benz 600 and I love people more.

      I want to kiss James MCavoy.

          I don’t mean to humiliate myself by writing this or because I am a disclosure craze. The real thing I want to get from this writing is the release and freedom of my heart. Secrets are too heavy for my weight to carry. Joke and self-comic is lighter. For a long time, I ‘ve used too much metaphor, too much figurative, confusing others even myself. Once in a time, We ‘d better practice telling truth before it completely dies out in this world. Ironically, in the end, I cannot be brave enough to say all of it in Chinese. I am afraid, I admit it.