I don't like long flight, or any flight at all.

Once upon a time, I used to get excited about the idea of flying because I've never flew before. But after just one (looooooong) flight, I decided I don't like it at all, it's really just a long bumpy bus ride—I've been on a better bus actually.

Just a friendly note; there's a lot of typo and atrocious grammar, since I wrote all these without the aid of uncle google. Enjoy!











A bonus: an exercise in masochism.

#ECCC 2011, This is all I have for you.

Due to an incredibly bad timing, I hardly have anything prepared for ECCC. I'll probably be at SLG booth at some point if there's time/slot available, and that's about it. But at least I'll have Preview version of Pavlov's Dream:





We only printed 20 copies for book 1 and 10 copies for book 2, hoping to give them to people who might be able to help printing more, so to speak.

Hello seattle

I arrived on sunday, and was pretty much dead for a while. The flights were as tired as ever, but it was the first time none of my baggages were searched, either by TSA or customs, and I didn't get any special screening  at any airports too, which was awesome. It made me feel much better.

(last time I was searched multiple times at every goddamn airports)

At BKK airport (with a mouthful name, don't worry about it) I thought it was pretty funny, a bunch of men in black sitting in rows of pink chairs.


First time flying ANA, they seem to be fond of pink.


The food is disappointing, but it's better than usual (economy class) airline fare I supposed.


I asked for Coke and got Pepsi, should I sue? (I'm kidding, please don't initiate any lawsuit on my behave.)


United food was, well, less edible.


They didn't even try. NWA was better. At least I got my Coke.