Hey everyone, I apologise for not writing in my blog for so long.

I was busy. Drawing my comics ( I have 2 comics to draw ). The previous comic that I write about ( Elfimosa, Sugoi Magicka and The Chosen Ones ), are canceled. Instead now, I'll be drawing Gem and Flowerboy.

Gem is about a boy and his little sister. Their parents neglected them when they are still very young. The boy is Lemonne and the girl is Amethyst. Lemonne is 14 while Amethyst is only 5. They now lived in a cottage. The previous owner moved out and abandoned the house.

Flowerboy is about a 13 years old girl whose aunty is going to get marries. She volunteered to be the flowergirl, but her aunt wouldn't let her be one, unless she finds a flowerboy. So she goes on a quest to find a flowerboy.

Last 2 days, I had a dream. I dreamed that I was holding a little boy's hand. He was about 2 years old. He's very cute. I think he had that 'mushroom' hairstyle which is a common hairstyle for little boys. I felt like as if he's related to me in some kind of way. My grandmother told me to bring the boy for a walk. So I said okay. I hold his hand and walk out of the house. I go to a house somewhere opposite my house. The gate was wide opened, like it was expecting somebody. I went inside ( I don't know why ) with the boy and I heard a girl crying.

A woman ran out to greet me and told me to get inside the house quickly to comfort the girl. I don't know who are they but they felt familiar. So, I went in and saw a girl about 5 years old crunching down infront of the sofa. She was wearing a brown dress. I went over to her and begun comforting her and she stop crying. Immediately. That shocked me out a little. Her mother approached from the kitchen holding a piece of paper with some kind of sketching on it.

She asked me if I had any photostating machine in my house and I said yes. She ask me to photostat the sketching for the little girl because she wanted it. To colour I think. I think that she was crying because there was no one to photostat for her.

I took the sketching a think to myself ' Wah, she can draw?? Maybe we can draw together sometimes. It will be fun. ' The little boy is standing on my left side, both hands putting on my thighs. When I've finished thinking I wanted to ask the mother to allow the little girl to come to my house sometimes to draw with me, but as if the dream can read my mind, a boy around 15 to 16 years old came down the stairs. The mother said that the boy drew the sketch and I was so shocked and I immediately canceled the idea of the sketcher of the sketch to come draw with me. I was feeling blushsy and look down at the little boy an the little girl. He shown no emotions on his face. It was just blank.

I remembered the boy wearing a red shirt. I thought that he look familiar. I think to myself ' Could it be the boy that I saw in my dreams so many times before? ' But I know that the answer is no. I didn't seen him before, but I felt like I've known him. Plus, he seems to know me too. He didn't spoke a word. He's so handsome, a bit tanned and average tall. Ah, the perfect figure.

I know I sounded a bit crazy. I'm sorry. Hahaha... Then I remembered that I went back to that house. But I haven't photostat the sketching yet. I think the reason I went back there was because the girl wanted me to come again. I sat at the sofa again, and so is the girl. But I don't know if this time the little boy is with me or not. The mother is standing at an archway with the son behind him. I felt that as thought he was waiting for me. But this time he had an angry look. I was feeling a little scared and creeped out so I look at the little girl. the house was unusually quiet. The girl was not crying.

But I know that the boy's not angry of me. But of something about me. I don't know... End of dream...

I've always wanted a boy as my best friend. I still wanted it now. So until one time I dreamed of a boy of my age. A bit plump but not very noticeable. He was a bit taller than me. He seems to come from a rich family because he was wearing a T-shirt, a red long overcoat, a colourful scarf and some accessories. I was just wearing some normal home wear. We must have look a sight. I've dreamed of him twice.

First is when zombies is coming to Earth and he teach me some dance moves. We were at a supermarket. Second is at a kind of fantasy land with cream for walls and such. You could see the whole world by just sitting on some big piece of yellow paper. We were at a restaurant with Dion, the boss of the restaurant and 2 handsome waiter. Ah... How I wish that could come true.

In case if you notice that I've been writing some sort of weird word that I've never written before in my blog, it's because I've read too much of Wicked. It is a storybook. I've learned a lot of foreign words in that book.

Adieu!