Journal (Incompleted)

I feel like a pig on it's way to the slaughter house or whatever it is called the place where they kill them and dissect their bodies.

I strive to survive through this wholeness of nonsense.

Mom is going to a so-called chinese church after work, to socialize, I quote her.

School's direction board is talking about the graduation ball... it will surely be a horrible experience, if you look at it from my point of view: there isn't even a sigle aspect worthy of intrest. Dating? Duh! Food? nothing compared to what I shall taste when I use my time and money when I'd be back among my family and friends in China. (wow, that was a freaky phrase, I sound so formal!) And to think that I should pay more than 100$ for all those unnessacery(funning spelling) inconveniences.... they say that you have to loan a gown to attend the ball...no....sorry, I'm OUT.

Work, work,work.
specialists suggest that students my age should't work more than 12 to 15 hours per week. I'm rounde off the limit. I don't feel any disturbence till now. I wish it would last longer then what I expected.

I will never ever eat at SUBWAY again.
But if it's a free meal... I'd reconsider.

If there's anyone, just about ANYONE passing by, please leave a message. It makes me feel alive, or...makes me think that I'm alive.

Keep up your spirits,
for thy sheperd of thou lost lambs shall return from the down world.

modern translation:
I will be back in a few days.
be patient.
If there's anybody wondering, or even cares.

I'm acting weird and self-centered again
blah,blah,blah!