For the longest time I use to think that I had the hardest life and that I knew everything and that I wasn't loved at all. Gee...I was pretty damn naive now wasn't I?

Things have changed, incredibly so. For one, my dark-brown hair went to blonde-green and soon-to-be black. My outlook on things have changed a bit, and it turns out I don't feel like being a doormat anymore.

I'm still sixteen however, and yes, I'm still asian! And even though my boyo will deny it to the fullest, I've grown just a bit 'cos I'm now five feet six inches!

Still as nice as ever and not some prick or vain / conceited bastid. I'm even more honest now, and whatever there was that might have kept me from saying stuff isn't there anymore? So, I'll apologize now if I point out something

My boy keeps me happy and safe, and I love him for all that he does even if he's a brat sometimes

I've closed coldheart-productions and currently I'm working on lethyl, a hope-to-be successful haven for artists. One that isn't limiting like depthCORE or Artician, but certainly nothing like deviantART. I plan to make it an "issue" site and there will of course be some set standards.