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Portrait of Ted as a (Very) Young Man.

When I was a little boy, I wanted to be an artist. So I practiced very hard, and every day, and prayed to my Beatles moptop that one day I would become The Greatest Artist That Ever Lived.


I even studied from the masters.

Today, I still draw like a 5-year-old. Maybe praying to my Beatles moptop was a bad idea.
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  1. Anonymous16/2/07 12:01 pm

    You were such a cute kid!!!

    I will never post my childhood pics. I looked like a nerd. Big thick glasses with plastic frames. *shudders*

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  2. Ted Mahsun16/2/07 12:03 pm

    Irene!!! What do you mean "were"???? :p

    Actually I have big thick nerd glasses pictures as well. Those have little chance of being posted up. Brrr.

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  3. Anonymous16/2/07 12:46 pm

    Today, I still draw like a 5-year-old

    Don't be hard on yourself, old pal...







    You draw like a 12-year-old now.

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  4. Ted Mahsun16/2/07 2:25 pm

    That's comforting. The tween years are always the best. Look what that period did to Hilary Duff!

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  5. Anonymous16/2/07 2:54 pm

    hahaha cute pix! and funny post!

    ps. babe, you should have seen me when i was young. i had an afro and thick glasses!

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  6. Ted Mahsun16/2/07 3:00 pm

    Hey! An afro looks good with anything, even thick glasses!

    Did I just betray my bad fashion sense?

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  7. Anonymous16/2/07 4:43 pm

    Ah well, at least you had photos of yourself as a cute kid. I was so un-cute, nobody bothered to take any pictures of me, sob sob.

    And that five-year-old me drew so much better than I do now... :(

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  8. Artemis Hunt21/2/07 9:15 am

    Tedm you are so cute!!!!!!

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