日志
- 分享 On the way out
- Insidiously, badminton has became part of my identity. In a crowd,I turn to the mention of "badminton", as if my name was called. Supposedly the co-captain, coach and star of the team, my dream ultimately shattered when my one last shot at the inter-varsity games, ended in an absolute heartbreaking ...
- 分享 Absent Minded
- It was a great day! Eating out at Russia's KFC for the first time, right after badminton session. I was wearing my new "Old" winter jacket, which proves to be lot more cozy. Was talking with Ken, on the bus, when there is a sudden realization, that I am quite carefree, carefree in the sense of I am ...
- 分享 Morgue
- So you walk down to the basement of the building, at the end of the corridor, there is a white door. You approach the door, and it starts to smell. Remember the meat that you store way too long in the fridge? Yeah, that's how it smell. Then, you open the door, you see a pale naked body of a 4 ...
- 分享 I tell myself
- I tell myself, if I can't enjoy drawing comic, I can't enjoy anything.
- 分享 what if I failed
- The time I spend on it will be wasted. Do you care? No. Then what are you afraid of if there is nothing to lose. There is. What is there to lose? My confidence in myself. I will feel ashamed. or the previous self-belief that I had in myself will be shaken, if not destroyed. Was that necessary. ...
