My parents sent me to a boarding school when I was six years. They were expecting something good from me but whenever I went home with my terminal report card, it’s either “talkative or more room for improvement” written at the teacher’s remarks. I guess if I had any aspirations it was one as simple as ABCD. In the final term of primary 3, only those with good handwriting would be allowed to migrate from writing with pencil to pen. That was the beginning of the studios me.