desserts spelled backwards

It was another studio session. This time, in a big and spacious exhibition hall.

I showed Maria my drawings and she looked disgusted at the quality of the lines. "I'll get Frank Ching to talk to you," she said, "You better work harder."

There she goes, with the look that screams "or else I will fail you, even if you are not the slowest in class now."

Frank Ching looked really young! He taught me how to convey my plans. There were 7 steps to draw a good plan. More specifically, he taught me how to draw the trees in my plan...



...and then Guo Mama woke me up for dinner.



Okay, so I dreamt about Maria, like how I dreamt of my F.Maths tutor when I was in college. The few who knew about this dream laughed their heads off about the Frank Ching part, and commented that we're all too stress these days!

I don't deny the stress Im feeling. Its almost like never before. It got so bad on Sunday night that I felt like I couldn breathe. I could feel my soul pressing for time. I really felt that I couldn breathe, literally. The immense pressure was beyond words. Im not exaggerating. In the wee hours I phoned a friend and felt better when we realised that we are in the same boat.


4 more weeks. Let me turn shit into gold.


PS// Frank Ching is a widely recognised aurthor for architectural graphic books.