Okay, I want to revoke my no-posting.

CNY, horoscope prediction was BAD luck all year round. Epic. THen old illnesses will be back. I was sick for 3 days during CNY. I almost went to hospital on the first day. WTF.

Okay, I shall not be that superstitous. Just live life.

I think I can guess most of CJ's blog.

The "she"'s are obvious.

The "He"s are not referring to one person.

And I may be in it. But speculation won't do any good. So let's just hope I am not one of it.
At least from deduction of his reactions, I can be sure that one of the "He" is being immaturish about love. Or stubborn, rather.

Why bear yourself down with burden?
Why bear yourself down with affairs of others?
Why do you care about them?

For myself, I have to ask...

Why the heck am I actually caring about Huagang. Fuck this man.

I now don't have any time for what I really like doing.

Maybe I should skip JC and go Poly instead. Rather, that's my wish. But I am not courageous enough to push this to my parents. They expect me to earn big. I am not going to Le Salle either.
Well, now that part of me had disappeared with time, now I can't even draw shit, literally and metaphorically.

4 months more to shirk responsibility. Yiyun deserves to have better pushers. I really just want to be a silent helper. I may be passionate, but I don't want to be the leader. Huagang is different from council. Huagang has many more shitload problems. That can't be really cured.

Let's hope John will tank for sounds... I can't find time to source and mix the music.
Asking Yuan Xin seems to be inappropriate. His studies are dying without me asking him to do what he is supposed to do. Being a normal member alone seems to be taking a toll on him with his addiction and warped mental state.

I wonder.
I wonder why.

I may know everything, I may know how to solve the problems.
I may know the answer to everything,
but my heart isn't willing to help.
It just wants me to follow my true wishes.

Friends are the only connection to that entity every week.

Maybe I should turn to literature. Traditional art seems impossible with my level of technique now. I even forgot human anatomy, types of anime eyes.

And I lost creativity.

This is leading to nowhere. Why am I writing? For the sake of it? That's true...

Let's go, enjoy this segment of life! Being optimistic is the best way I guess.