Just now, while listening to Wallace Huo's songs, I remembered something. I don't know if that person still remembers, but somebody once promised me that he would accompany me to China to learn wushu if he has nothing else to do. I would learn wushu in one of the many wushu schools in Henan where the Shaolin temple is situated, while he goes up to the Shaolin temple to become a monk.
Ok, I know this sounds real absurb, but I just want to say, I might really be going to China to learn wushu. I remember last time, I asked my mother whether I can go to China to learn wushu, and she said I can, only after I graduate from the Uni. So I'm one step closer to that dream.
I think I'm going mad. The grieve of not catching that autographed frisbee is getting to me..
posted at 11:31 PM --
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