i miss those days, going into the storeroom to get my paint, sitting my paint on the slick pure glass table, with chinyee by my left side, the sink on the right. drawing and painting on the very hard canvas, my tintin pop art, chatting happily with chinyee. huijun would turn her head to see what we are doing, we would turn our ponytailed heads to see what elvin and raina was doing. and i'ld refill my acrylic paint again.

the lesson on free expressions, free of worries, free from hateful subjects.