Whenever I draw, I usually have that tingle of inspiration. Lately I’ve been running dry. Dry in adventure, dry financially, dry in the love life, dry for advertisements of life. I need to conk out of it. Conk out conk out. Wake up, Antonette. Well, I’m just glad that having a good amount of space on my notebook. Dear you, I am working on my life. I need something to tingle my humor. Look at the bright side, I am exercising to...

It is such an interesting thing we call dreams. They may tell you the future, hence the deja vu, or they reflect you. A couple of weeks ago, I had a very long horrible week. All was not just a tumbleweed but like a vomit on your shirt that you simply want to remove it but you can’t since your bra had little ponies and little stars on it with a faded print (special thanks to wear and tear). The only time that would prolly satisfy me with...