Life isn't about what you want but more about what you have to do in order to survive. I did not believe that this simple fact would have such an influence on the one passion I held, drawing. I remember the last drawing I did was back in Year nine or rather thirty-seven odd years ago. They say people forget how to do things after a couple of months, but I will never forget the ridges of the pencil I felt against my fingertips as I drew on the textured paper. After such a long time did, I decide to feel nostalgic to that very emotion, where not only did I started drawing but felt the need to have the paint gliding across that canvas. Everytime, I touch the wooden brush, feel the smoothness of the paint and see its vibrant colours, I enlighten my teenage self, where I replicate that big grin across his little face even after more than three decades. With that being said, I am proud to say that I have finally decided to explore my passion once again, in hopes of making my art to the best of its abilities but also to open the eyes of others into this artistic world.