in order to be able to write in a way i've always imagined, be it the poem, prose, essay, academic paper or even architectural critiques, i don't mind taking whatever it takes.


bitterness of unfairness, bitterness of being underestimated, bitterness of walking through a mediocre path. those all included in a surprise package i've had to receive along my way towards my dream. and i don't mind. the worlds already gave somethings for me to judge. i think it's only natural for me to give back something for them to judge. this is what i called fair is fair. never (will be) even, though.