有时候想着是否要去改变 然后改得面目全非

总觉得自己是个可塑之材 所以怎么改变也算是真正的自我

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绩点什么的 最讨厌了！

 
cindo U r so nice!~❤

This NANA bookmark was hand-maded by Ka with simple cut and tie.
The linen or the book ,placates Ka.

Who is this guy?
Ka don’t know…

A perfect man of American comic style.

originally based on Ka’s mechanics teacher.

Ka saw the shadows swinging when the sun set.
What a beautiful picture.but Ka didn’t catch it or draw it down.

Like ben,the child with his friend ,found what he was looking for.

A friend to call my own.
Ka is heavenly.

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BGM— Ben    by Michael Jackson

Whether to write in Chinese or English,Ka still can’t not express exactly.
Nevertheless,everytime Ka feel low,here is where Ka can consult to.
The only place or way Ka can resort to.

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Like all the controversial issues caused by idealism and realism, the struggling during the process of self recognization and orientation gonna continue for another hundred years.It’s rather difficult to define the real beauty of soul owing to the aesthestic disagreement.Yet,if the criteria are established by your own,the problem here to come is whether you will accept the ugliness as well as the comliness.The positive answer makes Ka feel nauseant and distressful because of the self deceiption and betrayal on adoration of beauty,if the ugliness is distinguished from comliness by the resistance of the subjuct.The transparent boundline,then,vagues.This unconditional surrender is another submission you need as long as you wish to go on like the countless bowings and scarpings to reality.

“hey dude, your life perspective sucks.”
well, Ka have to admit.it sucks.
Ka accepted the ugliness so that Ka won’t be die of the nobleness.
And the acceptence is drawing Ka down and down and down.
How can Ka be so easy when the question once raised by a friend and now so nervous when it comes to myself?

“the importance of being idle” of Oasis is pretty impressive.

Red time machine,
show me the scene I never seen.
Yellow submarine,
fly me to the year of seventeen.

Where I buried the little green bean,
there born a big blue dolphin.
He is the king of the purple queen,
they lived happily in the violet vitrine.

                    --inspired by the spectrum(in class and experiments)recently.

What if the world within you and me is condensed into a little drop?
Surely,we will share the same glass cup that sustains our new shape.
Though,we may all forget about our own initial ones.

It’s thrilling to think of your blue eyes which reflects my image.
but I never ever wanna lose myself in you and your blue eyes.