It is been a long time since i drew. Well, thou I did this at the way beginning of the year, I still want to post this cause this picture holds something in me.

When the first few week I went back to school, I feel left out and hated everyone. So during recess and lesson time, I will just be distracted by this art work by just quietly joining this at a side. Teachers then started to scold me and classmate starts to judge me. At first, I got so frustrated of what to draw and thus I started by anyhow drawing some lines on the book, then slowly, I alter a little here and there, adding and erasing, and use my own emotions to sketch out something out. Amazingly, it become a butterfly, though idk why is it a butterfly, but whatever it is, it held my emotions during the period I drew.

I admit this isnt some master piece, but still I got amazed by this art work. Im surprise that it all started by a few lines here and there and transform to this. And this finally make me realise.

It is not how good you start or how how well you end. It is the effort you put in the process that makes your work wonderful