Stuck.

My routine was full of clicking. From 9 am to 8 am everyday except sunday. I starting to get bored with this, but I have no choice, I'm running out of dough.

No picture left to post. My creative flow stuck. My eyes can't see the aesthetic, my soul fail to produce the passion. Tomorrow I'll find an ear phone, need to feed myself with some fast beat to create the spark.

Poor blogs, now the chinese spammers are the only visitors.

Seek.

Some are ambitious, some seeking for joy, some seeking for future.
and some wait, and they didn't seek, because they not sure of the existence.


will be 23 in couple of month, but still fail to make any difference.