I talked with Cong for a while yesterday. He has been to China for a few weeks, I haven’t gotten any news from him, finally, he’s still alive. He is still as before, like a big brother, bla bla talks about his experiences.

He is not like the kind of person that has powerful background, he is so independant, he want’s to fight himself. But we still have diffent background. He won’t be worried one day he is tired and don’t wanna fight any more. But not me, to find a bright future for myself, to achieve my childhood dreams, I came to Sweden. Everyone envies me. They thought I was lucky and would live better than them. But it’s not true, indeed. The life here is so stressful.

Dream, is just nothing, once you achieve it, you will nothing to do, and you get nothing from it but some kind of satification.

I’m bored, I really wanna work. I don’t wanna sleep for long every day, but I can’t do anything if I get up, so I just keep sleeping. I play badminton almost everyday, let myself be very tired, so I won’t have time to think about my future.

Joacim said I was so quiet when I was crying. Because I don’t wanna cry, I don’t wanna let anyone know I’m crying. I just wanna find a corner, only me. But finally I cried, for my unknown future, for my parents who are still working hard for me.

I don’t want to say, I don’t what did I say. This post just to tell people I’m alive. Dear friends, don’t worry about me, I’ll be OK.