Homework. I don't want to do it. Though it's literature. I'm too lazy to wax lyrical anymore. Can't think of enough fluid sentence structures, so I shall leave it alone. 

And I certainly do not want to do the chinese reflections thingy. 

I'm still pretty much confused about these few days. Too much things have happened. I try to think back the week, but I just can't remember what had happened. The exchange we had - it was this week? It seemed very long ago.

I'm always thinking about one thing or another. And now I'm thinking: what do people expect of me? Because these days, the words responsibilities and duty come into mind.

Who is the Jiasheng that people expect?

Should I even conform to what people want me to do? Or just do what I feel is right?

What is right any more? Maybe what I think is "right" was grossly wrong after all.

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Okay since people keep saying I'm always secretive, I'll shall reveal my recent woes in the forms of quotes and random soundbites.

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From The Kite Runner:

There is only one sin, only one. And that is theft. Every other sin is a variation of theft....When you kill a man, you steal a life. You steal his wife's right to a husband, rob his children of a father. When you tell a lie, you steal someone's right to the truth. When you cheat, you steal the right to fairness.

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From The Crucible, pg. 51:

Elizabeth: Then why do you anger with me when I bid you break it?

Proctor: Because it speaks deceit, and I am honest! But I'll plead no more! I see now your spirit twists around the single error of my life, and I will never tear it free!

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The blessing it is to have a friend to whom one can speak fearlessly on any subject; with whom one's deepest as well as one's most foolish thoughts come out simply and safely. Oh, the comfort — the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person — having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away. 

Dinah Craik, in A Life for a Life (1859)

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The truth. It is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution.
 
Albus Dumbledore in Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, written by J. K. Rowling
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Happy guessing.