how can anyone
February 21, 2012 — nshuyingthis is just. too. much. for me to handle.
you don’t even know. 
“Think we should move on..”
February 21, 2012 — nshuying“You have the right to talk to whoever you like, you have the right to see who you like you have the right to meet who you like, I shouldnt bother.”
why are you such an idiot why are you such an idiot why are you such an idiot.
i cry a lot
February 15, 2012 — nshuyingthey used to call me the cry baby.
i cry a lot when i watch touching films and sometimes even gory films.
i cry especially when i watch touching films.
i cry even more when i look at my life and how. sometimes.
GOSH. look at eternity. we are doing nothing but His work.
ohhhhhhhhhh. those. “social memories”
February 9, 2012 — nshuyingsomeone in tutorial mentioned “social memories” and i was half wondering, got such a thing ah, or she just anyhow smoke one.
“last time when we were together… argh. sorry sorry sorry. nvm nvm nvm. hahah. ok. better not say. over already.”
haha i need like a……………………………………….. neighbourhood place.
like a lamp post in my estate. but damnnnn. we dont have a story
that claims my victory.
God is my victory 
errrr. “outdoor aptitude.” -.-
some people. interesting.
我非常，非常。。。非常。。。
February 3, 2012 — nshuyingI hate Fridays. And Saturdays. Really.
Ok, I”m supposed to attempt to blog more coherently.
Prayer and Praise 2012 has begun It has been awesome thus far. Thank God for that.
Ok I’m not supposed to talk much, I’ve got to complete two tutorials it’s insane.
I need faith, it’s insane.
Faith that I’ll have faith.
I love internal drives and teaching and external drives and every chance to escape this mental and emotional iron cage for a little while. And act like I’m all happy and that the world revolves around someone or something else, more meaningful, more filled with hope, and not me.
I think it’d be nice to be a clown, the entire day, smiling and laughing along as part of my job, and when I retire I’d be too tired to remember that all these while, maybe, I was trapped in an iron cage, but not the Weberian sense I guess. how awesome.
