What's up? I'm learning Japanese. It's quite difficult, but I want to be able to go to Okinawa next year and meet and speak to my relatives for the first time in my life. They don't know english. It won't be pretty, but I hope I can do it...
But really, blah, progress is slow and I know so little...
P.S. Maybe I'll get back to drawing soon.
I hate them with a passion. It isn't so much about what is stolen...they can only take objects, but it's about principle. You don't take what doesn't belong to you, and you don't violate my rights or the rights of others. I can understand stealing as a last ditch effort for survival, but stealing for the luxury of profit at the expense of others is inexusable. I don't often get mad but I just cannot get over this. The thing that was stolen was symbolic of my freedom and independence and it left me feeling powerless. If I could I'd spend 1 million dollars finding out who the thieves are and then dedicate the next 30 years of my life maki