let lemons be angry

Hello, today is my birthday and I haven't been able to sleep for the last few hours because I can hear my father snoring. I'm doing this to wait for him to wake up so that I can go back to sleep. I don't know what I will do today, but I'm in hongkong, where I was born.

This is also the last day of the year. This year has been as long as two years. I suppose that means I've made good use of my time. I don't dread this particular birthday because I think it comes at the right time; that today should be the day I sit back a bit and let time hurry up its end.

This was the year I stopped illustrating fashion and started drawing in miniscule for people who like stories. It was also the year I stopped liking fashion, and preferred to stay home and be as boring as I really want to be. Career and self goes together, as it should be.

This was the year I crawled out of myself and went to mongolia to carry lambs and goats, and joined e com. It was the year I could talk honestly to friends and strangers about what was truly important. I don't care for rowdy parties and I don't care for fitting in this exciting world, but let's talk about you.

This was the year my growing burden for balloon children became the project of my life. My third year in rfkc and I feel the same way about them, and I hope I will never become more Experienced or Prepared for the way they make me love them.

This was a happy year because I learnt more about myself. I learnt that I'm happiest as a child, buying toys and being outdoors and making stickers and drawing. They're the same things I did when I was five, just that at 22 I finally see that these are the best things one can do in life.

I just hope that at 22 I will make wise decisions; that the first thing I do in the new year will not be my biggest regret.