maybe cause they didn't have the things i thought they would have? or maybe if my parents went they would appreciate the items more. cause most of the stuff was from before the 1950s... and also there was so little. space. and toys.
more of a collector's space.
speaking of which they have tin toys for sale, at rather reasonable prices.
but i saw the exact same piece [which i bought from cat socrates at bras brasah earlier this week] at a sligthly higher price, so yay! bargain. haha. that's me; buying useless things at supposedly lower prices = happiness.
MAAD was a blast.
i must really thank E, because honestly speaking i was intimidated by the crowd of NAFA/NYP/art school? students sitting around sketching the models. and though i thought i concealed it [was i?] rather well, E could read/see that i/my fingers were itching. so i took up a pen/later a pencil and started drawing after registering.
and it was fun/weird being a model as well. haha. :)
the best kind of feeling is this feeling.
and though i only really got 3 dollars, cause i sold one drawing for 8 but had to pay a registration fee of 5 [all of those who sketched/drew, we shared the cost since the booth and rental space was like 80 or something.], it was just a nice feeling to be appreciated.
and even not for the 3 dollars [which is nothing really,]
the feeling of drawing,
is really,
great.
maybe i always knew it when i was too chicken to tell my parents i wanted to go to study design/art school; maybe i always knew it that i was not brave enough so i tried to convince myself art is only for the not-faint-hearted/the extremely talented; i didn't believe myself to be good enough, to have enough resolution, enough drive;
i chickened and took the easy way/the more travelled path.
shit, why do i feel like i'm in the wrong place? :(
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