I would like to share my history here because I simply couldn't find anyone to tell about what are the difficulties I had. Even my sister ignores my complaining. Here, if this interests you, please do read on. I really appreciate it.

To tell you frankly, I don't like art. Ever since I came into contact with colours during my childhood and all the way till high school, I'll never lay my hands on drawings, given that I don't have to hand in my artpiece as homework. What really rouses my interests in art is when I learn to read mangas. Clamp is the catalyst that makes the dead cells of art in me react. I was so engrossed in Clamp's drawings that eventually I started to imitate exactly to go about drawing their story characters.

I was quite proud of my so called 'artworks', and was feeling very satisfied. I never did colours, because of the fact that I do not know how to colour. If only I could turn back time, I would surely pay attention and practise colouring with paints. But this of course is impossible.

Next, I tried to create my own characters. It was disasterous. They all looked out of proportion, 'disfigured' and 'Egyptian-like'. I had drawn their faces too sharp and their eyes pointed like those of the Egyptian mummies. I laughed and rediculate myself from time to time at these 'infant' drawings. The questions popping out include: of how stupid I must be to ever draw such horrible art; is there anything wrong with my brain or hands to create these horrible 'people'; what a disgrace! Am I that incompetent at that time? and plus other imaginable curses and swears at these artworks. Go on and laugh. I'm laughing out loud enough now.

Then I stopped drawing. Why? I was simply to disgraced to draw a nice piece of picture. I decided that it is time to put aside my rediculous drawings and start to observe colours. What I meant is to observe closely how Clamp colours their characters, and taking note of the tones, shadings etc, as well as borrowing from the national library about water-colouring or painting techniques. I did some experimenting with my brushes, but they didn't turn out good. This is the first time I felt dispair. I am just struggling to like art. My brains tells me "Love it! You can do it!" but my heart says "Come on, what are you? You are most inapt in art! Don't try to deceive yourself!" Up till now I'm still struggling on which to listen to. It's such a sad realisation that I'm no good in art, yet I couldn't just leave it alone. I simply must draw!

I started to create my own story. Not exactly create, but adopt it from my favourite PC game. If you have browse and read my homepage thoroughly enough, you know which is that. Anyway I was so engrossed with the game and the wonderful story I began to make plans for drawing my first comic. This is the time when I met the other friends, the other Zone members.

Zone never really existed. We are excited about the whole idea of doing our very own story and manga, but when it comes down to real work, we hardly started anything at all. The story is out, and we did some sketches and drawings of the characters, but we never proceed anymore. Coming to think of that, it was perhaps a decision made out of folly. Nevertheless it never dampens my enthusiasm of drawing my own manga.

From that day until now, I have come quite a long way indeed. Looking back, I don't really regret my decision in learning to draw comics. I don't think anyone would.