I don’t feel so good.

Maybe it’s called “so empty within, and you keep tearing up a hole” if I should translate it into music rhythms.

Well, again, maybe life could be so simple. Marry the one who said she had loved me, find a simple job to sustain my living, pray that my wife could give birth to a boy, have fun with my child, travel…

But I did not choose the easy way out. Seems like there have been so many turning points at which I have done wrong—either I neglected the importance of the matter till it had finally passed me by or I did not do enough thinking before I made up the final decision. Useless bullshitting now, all passed, cos…

Darn it, my life has been a real Kuso.

My oral English has been spectacularly fluent, so, I thought I could earn a lotta money with this amazing ability. Then, I found, to my great disappointment and sadness, there are people who ain’t good at English at all, still make it English interpreters/translators; or there are companies (I guess the situation has been so all the way ever since human evolution)who claim to accept Female translators working for them.

Or maybe my oral English is fast, fluent, and faultless, but I got to admit, there are way too many, way too many people in China, it’s hard to make a living. It’s hard to make a living out of translating, nowadays.