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you know, i've always been into art.

but somehow

i knew i was never meant for it.



simply because i have never committed myself into it.

once, i took up art as my cca.
but the first time i attended it's class, also happened to be the last.


i also never liked doing art when i wasn't in the mood to, same goes for drawing things that i wasn't fascinated with.





i can't imagine life being an artist.

it's so not me,

it's so...





me : ok angela, i'm going to draw you so you're gonna have to stay in that awkward position for the next half an hour. or so.

??? : 好的.




narrator : two hours later





me : voila! one hundred yuan, shay shay.

??? : 這是甚麼大便哦??

me : glad you like it. one hundred dollars.

??? : 先生, 我叫你畫我,沒叫你畫我狗呀.

me : OH I GET IT, you honkies are always looking for discount huh. alright alright, half price yi ban yi ban okay? but give me your phone number in return? sui bo?

??? : 對不起,你剛說了甚麼.?

me : i'm sorry i don't understand you.

??? : 你剛說了甚麼???

me : not like that dear, do it again.

??? : 你剛說了甚麼?

me : ohhh, you said... do it again.

??? : 你 剛 說 了 甚 麼 ?!?!?!

me : er... do it again?




*snaps fingers

guys guys, stay with me will ya.?

i'm talking serious stuff here.


my career may not be on the line but my passion is.

man, i'm starting to lose faith in my own abilities already.


ok tell ya what.


here's a picture i drew earlier



if you can tell me who this is, you might just stand to win something special.

here's a hint: not a retarded person.


oh by the way, if you make a wrong guess, i'll kill you.

so guess wisely