Like father like daughter.

There is no denying that for everyone parent, one thing they can always be proud at is the fact their children inherited the talent they have.
For instance, I appreciate life and all it's beauty expressed in the form of arts, poetry, song..

I've always carry around a notebook, no, not a notebook computer, but a real notebook that enables be to pen down my thoughts on the spot, while I'm in the zone, while my thoughts are still fresh.
I've written over 30 poems, and yet, I would never call myself a poet, rather, merely being expressive. Hey, we only live once.
Often times, my poem revolves around life and it's ups and downs.

Most of them are my thoughts and ideas in life, my aspirations, my inspiration, my ideals.

Up till today, there are over 30 poems written, while some selected ones are posted in this blog, some are merely too personal to be publicized.
I must admit, as expected for a person who sees life as a playground, and often plays around, I am rather....emotional. 

My anger, my curses, all written and expressed eloquently. Some for one's own interpretation, while some being not too subtle.

 Often times, words don't justify what my thoughts, hence, paintings.

One of many of my paintings.

Singing, dancing, drawing, & painting, these are the qualities Isabelle inherited from me.

Isabelle's own painting for my wife's birthday.
Simple, yet beautiful at it's own rights.

Isabelle's latest but unfinished work.
She has no idea how proud she makes me feel.