when i was a child, i was often scolded by my mother, drawing things at the back of my notebook, but i didn't stop there, coz' i fell in love on drawing. since then whenever i saw a piece of paper, i would pick it up and draw on it. it even cost me my job on a biscuit factory. as if i was accused of stealing a piece of paper on that factory with my drawings on it. well to hell with that, charge it to experience as they say. thats the part where i got a job at p.a.s.i., pure guts, a little esperience, a little bit of know-how, and an earth-size of skill, i was hired as a clean-up artist, and the rest is a colorful and staggering 8 years at p.a.s.i., that i treasured, coz, i worked with the most talented and skillful artist at that time. that's it for now.