Of course I'm not dead.

Not just yet, of course.

It seems life has become a little complicated, or my life is too tiring it makes me go to bed almost directly, and the times I've been trying to sleep well, well, I just try to profit thereof.

One friend of mine was remembering old times and was asking me what do I remember from our childhood dreaming of other cities, other faces, other customs. And there we were, sitting down at the shadow of a tree, or at the schoolyard thinking on leaving when we were able to do so, thinking our life was going to start then.

Somebody said, "Life is what happens while you're busy making other plans". Word.

As soon as I get my contents solid, I'll post. I hope it will be soon, because it looks like I'm abandoning my xanga, which is not true.

Cheers, dear casual reader.

Joey.