Thank you, mista. Things (and my precious snacks) are twice as expensive here in Commiefornia, there are homeless people and nutters everywhere in San Francisco, our state government is in huge amounts of debt, can’t get anywhere without driving, my hormone meds are more expensive, but I’m still glad to be here ^w^
More selfies, yay for selfies!
hi i was wondering will come back to Taiwan again? If you do when will be?
I have no idea, hopefully never! But I’ll probably visit Taiwan from time to time.
Hello, my friends, fans and admirers, you must excuse me, for I have been *rather* busy lately, what with the process of me moving to America and all. However! Things has been settling down, and I’ve just made my first (and hopefully not the last) photoshoot here in America. Enjoy!
It has been so long, hasn’t it? So long since you told me you loved me, so long since you gave me a genuine hug, so long since been a time where you looked at me with an eye filled with something other than absolute antipathy.
In these days when we are not ignoring each other, we are constantly fighting, and it is not like I want to fight with you, but every time when there is an issue, no matter how big or small, you will always give me the short end of the stick, you will always give me detriment of the doubt, you will always assume I’m guilty unless I prove my innocence, but to you, it is a sin for me to even attempt to present a case for myself, for how dare I deny your accusations of guilt?
You openly and proudly practice your right of free speech to me whenever I’m around, but whenever I say something that doesn’t completely conform to your narrow worldview, you’d repay me with venom, malice, and hostility, it is as if I’ve committed a crime against your very being for daring to speak my mind. But who am I kidding? You probably think my very existence is an affront to you, and who could fault a man who’s always right?
I used to look up to you, you used to be my hero, but why did it all have to turn out so ugly? I’m sorry that I couldn’t be what you have wanted me to be, but would you have preferred that I have died instead of grasping the rope that prevented me from that very fate?
The time I am with you is drawing a close, is this how you will be remembered? Is this how you will see me as I walk out the door for that one last time? Would things ever change?