Joey is Fluctuating in his confidence.
In his motivation too.
But he still knows his identity.
Joey's thoughts are experiencing slight tremors, especially in the area of who matters to him, and who doesn't.

Joey knows his time is running out.
And he isn't really doing anything for now, or is mentally unable to.

Joey wants a break.
In that break, he will have the time to breathe, and to redo all his work.
Joey knows there are weekends, but he finds them in sufficient.
Joey cant forget what his teacher said, it haunts him, "Its really what you want in life."
Apparently, what Joey wants in life, is not what the system would really bring him to, hence his thinking fluctuates.
Joey somehow feels that if he is thrown out into this world, without a certificate, he can make it. He knows he knows quite a lot more than the average JC student when it comes to social networking, social engineering, and simply getting to certain "places". Then again he wonders if he is being arrogant. Yet he thinks his reasons are valid.

Joey finished his EoM, and hopes it is worth the time.

Joey believes there is more than this.
Believes there is so much more than what his life offers now, yet he remembers what his cell leader said about not rushing to grow up, and cant agree more.

Joey still occasionally thinks about all the abortions that takes place each day, and finds it extremely cruel.
Joey actually believes that one of the worse death anyone could experience is to be aborted.
To be rejected, unwanted, not given a chance to have a say, and to have one's limbs cut off one by one, in the place where one is suppose to find the most comfort, security, love and safety. The mother must have mentally tormented the child while considering the abortion. Poor fetus.

Joey wish his laptop would be fine.

Joey is sorry for all the boring posts that has been appearing on this blog. At least it is boring to him. There is lack of inspiration in his current life, and he wishes for more.
Joey finds it a little scary, that his imagination is so extremely vivid, wild and exhilarating.
When he closes his eyes, there will be a new picture flashing across his optical lobe. And in a matter of seconds another one flashes past him. And he has never seen the pictures flashing across his closed eyes. And each picture is drawn and "photographed" in a different style.
He cant make out why is it so, but appreciates the gift from God nevertheless. The only thing he is afraid is he has not been able to find ways to express that

Exhilarating


Imagination



yet.

Joey will be a good boy, and sleep early tonight.
Joey will sleep now.
Joey says good night.