
when i was a little younger, i use to make my own bags with my crochet hook and yarn. i was able to make four with different designs and my dear mother use to sport them to work. then it stopped.
i played with watercolor and tried painting. just in paper. i finished a few so-so masterpieces and i somehow felt it's not just the perfect thing i was looking for. but somehow, it flattered me to see
then i painted mugs. with my little 3d paints, i use to send coffee mugs with little sayings on it for friends' birthdays.
then i started painting shirts and tote bags. conce

then i got into paperworks. with my endless quest of the artistic talent buried in my system, i tried making wedding invites. made money out of it, at some point liked it and at some point, i get disappointed.
but i felt it is where i want to grow.
but for now, i must practice my fingers again on the keyboard. it's been a long time since my hands made music. as soon as i master Rihanna's Umbrella on the keys, i might want to go back again to cardmaking. phew!
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