When i was human, i used to painting in a blank canvas, the most beautiful womens. To each place who i travelled a new portrait in my sketchbook. Nowdays i woke up in a comfortable bed, drinking my favorite juice at the morning, Eating tastiest dishes around the world . Geez! i love feel alive in this age. I have been learning to live through in years. Adapting . . . Although, sometimes I prefer my sketchoob instead my pen table for my job. It’s seems old habits never changed.