smile and breathe

before you go down

and suffocate yourself with fresh air.

is it fresh or is it recycled eventfully

it has lost its obvious dare?

long sigh and smile again

breathe again

smile again

breathe again

What I get lately

is a kind of odd reasoning for staying up late.

life is just what life is.

今日は。。。。。

it's convenient to transfer photos from

one device to another these days,

adds another excuse for me to dump "evidence" 

of Q1 2012

there's moving out of the parent's house, and getting

some guts to actually jump start and do some independent projects 

and the guts to actually finish them and sending them off although

they're so half arsed, 

a lot of outdoor activities,

and drawing lessons slash some excuse to gossip. 

life is better now than it has been ever before.

 it's nice to know that after all,

when you go back to that moment in time,

you realize you have made the correct choice.

once I had an affair with a content provider,

no affair ever lasted.

It was a particulary innocent affair,

but I feel the guilt rising before my eyes

so my neurons scream in unison, 

you have to stop this,

stop this, 

stop this. 

but somehow,

the way the heart work

is seldom in in sync

with the mind's eye.

that's the trouble

oh such trouble.

you can always rely on other people

for the rest of your problem.

even if some small part of it

is just yours and yours alone.

my drawing got into homeless longitude February edition.

the same drawing got into another local magazine called "Juice" on the same month. 

hurrah