When you stop drawing all of a sudden and don't even touch the art pen for straight year and half, it really comes back to haunt you when you DO decide to come back...

My excuse is that I never intended to come back to drawing or even doodling. As people say I very much intended on breaking the pencil. Creativity has too much competition and really, I don't even come near toe-nail of other great artists/writers.

But I couldn't help but look back. It's just...too fun. (that, and college math was too irritatingly hard)Even if my doodles are complete crap. And like everyone else, I have a lil' kid in me that wants to go around shouting "Look what I made!" So yes, here I am again in dA, flaunting my little kid-drawing.

Of course, that's easier said than done. It's like everything else in life. Once you stop doing certain things for long enough time, your brain decides to chuck the useless memory/talent/skill/whatnot. So, stripped off what (very)little art sense I had, I'm still struggling to get back on my feet(or pen, or pencil, w/e.)

I still don't intend on going full on art since that part of my childhood dream has, more or less, been crushed down to dust by harsh reality. But I figured, there's no stopping me for doing what I want to do as a hobby, right?