Oddly enough, I figured out that I was supposed to use a scribble as a method of conversation. Like a bantering back and forth. I was reading a random journal from woogoo. He was admitting that keeping a journal was backfiring. He gave the url to his journal to all the people he knew. Suddenly it seems as if everybody was judging him based on what he wrote. People, there is a reason that I have a disclaimer. So much for letting thoughts flow out. Look, Rob, just speak to me directly instead of launching a back-and-forth bantering. This isn't the right forum to do it. Ironic that I am causing it to continue. Nonetheless, it will lead to abstract analysis. Because it's all printed word.
I sense foreshadowing.

Jason was right though. "It's probably all just misunderstanding." It always is, anyway. Besides, it must have been the comment that he made before he blocked me--"I have other friends, you know." And well to the other Jason, I remember my comment, "I wish you would understand." But like in my info, be careful of what you wish for, it may come true. I feel so unstable. I don't feel mentally well. I am seeing a therapist (well maybe) after my trip. Although I have to agree with Charlie (I have to add him to my dramatis personae soon!), it can all be BS.
Scarring nonetheless. Well, all the frusturations toward Rob, Dan, Jon, Jason C., Lydia, Anthony, Steve...and let's not forget the past: Lin, Linda, Christopher, Dang, Jube...just came about. Mental disorder, I don't know yet.

Somehow I got this headache after a day of sniffling and struggling with my nose. I enjoyed the company of Becky's friends although I must say that they were really...Chinese. In other words, HKish. Or perhaps I am speaking of Winson in particular. Everything has just got to be compared with Hong Kong. Personally, I didn't like Hong Kong when I last visited. It was just too humid. The poeple were rude. Can I not think of all the old Chinese ladies pushing me aside as they attempt to make room for their body? Yes, thanks.