This is the kind of time I feel like just slacking all night despite the works that sit next to me. The time when I feel happy and just; not too cheery nor less than what I usually expect of my day.

Illustrator's sinking in so slowly. I'm beginning to accept the criticisms... well, not really criticisms but advices by our professor on my works. I have to learn to accept these since I'm not used to it, if I really want to pursue my career in this field because I'm not the person I'm going to work for in the future. And I'm starting to feel good with using Illustrator, as though it's working with me now.

Also, today I almost died. A good thing I have a mind.