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I went to the Terra Cotta Warrior Exhibition in Royal Ontario Museum. I do remember last time when I saw "the archer" in the museum of my hometown I was around 6. I don't think I know I gonna see him again on a foreign land after 14 yrs. It does remind me  I'm always that west China suburban girl who's growing up with  watching green cornfiled turn to yellow every July and the mountains hiding behind misty smoke before thunder storm. I'm speaking a new language but I still can speak in our special local dialect. I do and always do love the mountains, the rivers and the land in my hometown. I still can tell those stories of every each of them.

So today I made some happy around. I should change my bulb to blue. retake my depression pills. and back to work. I dreamt "Stairway to Heaven", weird.

To be queer in China doesn't really matter. You can do whatever if you have enough power(or money) but keep it "underground". What really matters is to LIVE as a queer. It's VERY, VERY, DAMN HARD. I've heard about the stories of those gay men who marry with women because of their families or whatever damn reasons over and over again. Mostly are the complains from those women who were "fooled" by their husbands and found they were cheating with men after they've been together for a while----Why they didn't figure it out before they get married? Are those guys really good at "cover up" or something? Nope, that's because they just get married---