masa mak cik muda-muda dulu..

this is for my theater class once upon a time.

sigh! (starting the post with a sigh marks a bad foreshadow)

when makcik was small, about 4 or 5, i just love color pencils and crayons.

i would carry them to bed instead of Barbie dolls or Teddies.

i would leave my 'signature' everywhere possible. furnitures, on the floor, on my daddy's car, on my mommy's pots and my favorite place to display my masterpiece is on the wall.

(sebak teringat zaman sinaran pasport kegemilangan mak cik dulu.)

from the waist down, dinding putih tu penuh dengan princesses, flowers, castles and bunnies? lol!

growing up with the obsession to draw and paint, i had fantasized myself being an artiste one day. a painter.

as time crawls, mak cik dah terlupa cita-cita mak cik dulu. i am now pursuing something else. i could not blame it on anyone, can i? keadaan memaksa. the society, the cost of living, the expectation from others.

darn sure that i am not alone facing the same conflict.

i envy those lucky lots who could pursue their dreams and ambitions.

makcik is not PMS-ing