We don’t need to take off our pants and stand naked in the snow to experience the harshness of life; a clever person even can feel it with a bottle of wine.

When I go to the bathrooms, I cannot take off my pants as before; because there is a light continuously blinking like a camera, everyone says it is just an environmental friendly lighting. Well, I cannot really trust it and I am not taking the risk of circulating my naked photos around.

I feel I am the perfect lover, because I love equally all beautiful girls.

I feel safe when people threaten me, but I feel threaten, when people respect me, because I understand they want something, but I do not understand what they want.

I have the time and the heart to fall and feel in love, but I am scared that I cannot certainly tell the difference between a slut and a beloved anymore.

Why we don’t feel sorry for killing thousands of mosquitoes every day?
Are they useless or too many?
We humans must realize it before it is too late.