do u know exactlywhy u r always too busy?

do u know where you are going?

do u know your ultimate goal in life?

and do you know what is most important in ur life?

do u know thyself?

Graduation video, yes, that is the thing I want to tell you the readers, known to me or otherwise.

The chief editor and her technical support said they did not have good software and they were not masters of flash and video making, so she said apologetically that the end product was not so satisfactory, but when the familiar melody: who can row a boat without a row? Who can sail without a sail? started playing, I felt my eyes turning wet instantly.

And the stories revealed itself, with so many old faces flashing by, with their characteristic gesture and pose and way of speech, and most important of all, the genuine feeling behind most unprepared words, I saw something I missed when I was asked to speak before the camera. And O Kitty, u r the first person who told me that I should learn to share sorrow and sadness …and only before you I felt like talking, about things I would not tell others in the class. maybe it is you, who made the difference.

And the girls, and the only shy guy in the last part, I did not know you all look so great…natural beauties

And I thank you all, to make such a perfect period in my school years, and such a wonderful gift from you, Mao, and we owe so much to you and your nice BF. May the love story between u the legend, as Kitty said, that the 14 of us will talk about 40 years from now.

And this one, is for you all.

I used it as my msn signature one day because the red tape, the haughty attitude from those faceless people sitting comfortably in air-coned rooms annoyed me, esp their attitude toward my mother who was so much concerned about my hukou, since I chose not to have a Beijing hukou upon graduation, since I do not see any reason for a person who is leaving someday for another place, to buy it with 5 years’ freedom, and even if at the end of 2008 I am still here, a hukou still means little since I do not need a Gotone mobile number, and I do not have a kid who has to have one so he /she could access certain privilege that is exclusively those ones with the hukou.

And I want to say down with hukou today when I finished reading the front page story in Nanfang weekly, about a father, under serious depression which he was unaware of, and straitened life and hardship, so heavy that made him unable to even stand straight, killed his new born boy, a 43-day old life with “a very beautiful little chin”, simply because his wife kept on rubbing in the mission impossible for the husband—to get a being hukou for the newborn. They were too poor to qualify such one. And now the man is behind bars waiting for the trail, while the miserable and hopeless wife, infuriated at his man for committing that heartless offence, now regrets mentioning hukou, and still wants to give him another child, if they could.

I do not want to go into technical details about the hukou arrangement and the interest groups behind this system, a system that I despise, and feel ashamed of. It just makes me so sick to read those regulations , which sound so right yet so wrong. If every Chinese are not equal even in legal terms, then it is senseless to talk about quality.

I am lucky because at least I can make a decent earning not to worry about being intruded in the middle of late night just to produce a slip of paper, a temporary residence certificate, and I can choose to leave this city with so many people born with a silver spoon , and I can choose not to make another innocent life suffer, just because the one who gives life to it does not have a certain nonsense bullshit that could entitle it to good kindergarten.

http://www.nanfangdaily.com.cn/zm/20060810/xw/tb/200608100003.asp (detials of te story)