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for the second time, i read the letter on the way home on 75. i could see him sitting on the sidewalk of the Starbucks in the cold night air, surrounded by sky scrapers. it goes..."cherish the present..the times spent with the others..."but we are all trapped here, with the walls closing in on us inch by inch, day by day.

as the song goes "If I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere.." America has always been land of the free, home of the brave, the shining light of countless dreams. nothing the government says or Al Qaeda does can ever change that for me. make it big there and everyone here has to take orders from you.

"Singapore has to control monetary policy through FOREX because you're takers in terms of global interest rates..."

i'm going back to work some more. it has never ever been this important. i told mr. mc to take my name off the PSC shortlist. i'm not like the rest of you, and i've got to keep reminding myself.i'm just like the thousands of Vietnamese and Chinese who left for America in search of their dreams, their American dream. like them i don't have the money and though the greener pastures are never as green as we thought them to be they still offer us opporunity and hope for a better living. Zi You Nu Shen still holds the same appeal it gave to the Irish escaping the potato famine, the Chinese escaping Civil War,and the Germans escaping Hitler and his Nazi thugs just to name a few, decades and centuries before us. now they're all Americans. the window of escaping is slowly closing, i don't want to rot in the tropical heat anymore. in vinculis etiam audax, Per aspera ad astra. i'll be there soon, wait for me man.