Yes, Here I am. Right on the road alone in the darkness. The traffic light sometimes go green, sometimes go red, ramdomly by their mood, like human being. To go or not to go? To be or not to be? I have no idea indeed. I don't ever have the courage to cross the road.

That's life, yeah, I always tell myself like this, but who can deal with it? Well, you can probably don't give a shite but what you react represent the true-inner you idolt. And it comes to Trainsportting, choose life, choose a job, choose a career, choose a family. It's just the matter choice fcukin hell CHOICE-MAKING-SYNDROME, god sake.

Crystalization made my mind changed, I was settled down in a new working envirnoment, to fight for what I want. Go back into school, have fun. Try to lay down to experience hte MAKING OF and BEHIND THE SCENE. Becoming more MATERIAL, and addiction. Pursuit the purity of happiness. A blank paper and an eraser. <Somebody> by Depeche mode.

Maybe this is the best present I ever made to myself, which is a rarely-taken self-portrait of my inner self-thought to celebrate my youth had gone.

Happy Birthday to myself