Dear you,
I should not step back to the life tens of years ago. It is so much different now, like you told me. I remember the car, the picnic in the oasis, the sit and the love that you never feel it. I remember the new-age girl in my new-age era and all the writings that I wrote, which is now compiled 'electronically' in the head.

It is different, and don't be surprised when you later see me waving from a distance, leaving you with a mouth open forming like an oval 'O' letter. I just can not wait to see that (ha ha ha). Or else, you would see me like with the 'O' story I am telling (ha ha ha).

Dear you,
do not be prepared, just come. I know Oregon has made your tounge a bit folded, making it difficult to pronounce some terminologies that you used to spell very perfectly. Oregon, I have seen it, in the internet. Surprisingly, I did not see you there, though having zoomed every single pixel of the area. Yeah, I am rocking, like you told me to keep on two and three years ago.

Just be prepared for some shocks and shakings from your surrounding. I know this time, this electronic mail is not mysterious, easily read without having to think about the meaning. Surprise you told me a year ago? it is, perhaps. But, I am telling you, I would rather not to explore me, by whoever he or she. You would never understand. Not because of Oregon, not because of Enschede. It is because the way of seeing, and the way of thinking.

Believe me, in the first days leaving Oregon, you would first focused on finding the key that locks your freedom, that has been sticking in you for some years. You have to find yourself, as I am still busy with other thing; yeah, like Phil's song:
Too busy thinking about, my baby.


for an Oregonian
Welcome you, dear you.
July 18, 2005, 09:12 AM