Spider on my arm.

I am constantly balding in fear.

I think this only happens to girls. Or just people with long hair. I don't know.

Cheap Thrills.

Because who doesn't like to find money amirite.

P.S. Anyways I have something cool to announce:

NEW POSTS EVERY MONDAY NOW! *insert confetti emoji*

I am so excited I am going to talk about mini things as such. Some might include accompanying exposition, some might not, and maybe every other month I will tell you a cool story because I have so many, but till then, please come back often and say hello!

I think I'm also generally quite excited today because I got a phonecall asking me to go down for an interview for a writer-producer job at a production house which is so exciting and my first thought was WHAT DO I WEAR which really shouldn't be.

But whatever cut me some slack it's my first job interview ever in my life. Omg actually that's quite scary ok I better stop talking about it lest my excitement turns into anxiety and actually what if I fail the interview and not get the job in the end then I will be sad so I better not be so excited.

New shoes.

Ok so I hate that I hardly update here because I'm so busy, and I hate that I can't commit to write even just once a month, and most of all I hate that half my posts include lack-of-update apologies such as this + resolutions to put something up asap (to which I fail to deliver and the cycle repeats), so yeah I'm sorry to consistently disappoint like, the 10 of you who have any shred of trust left in me and are still reading this.

But I really want to keep this blog constantly updated, so I got an idea that while waiting for me to finish long posts, I'll add to the blog a new series of posts that aren't really my usual anecdotes, but just random one-image thoughts that appear in my head sometimes. They may be funny, they may not be, they may be rhymes or revelations or Hemingway short stories -- whatever it is I don't care because at least I write something, and for myself.

Because I find that writing really is my main form of catharsis. Whether I add images or song to it, whether I create it or appreciate someone else's work -- it makes me happy.

I've spent most of my free time (which is hardly any at all MY INSTAGRAM IS A LIE THERE I SAID IT) the past semester watching movies, reading or listening to music, but I've neglected creating on a constant basis and it is not cool for my soul.

It's like I just keep feeding myself till I'm damn fat and full but I don't give myself a chance to shit. Yknow??

Ok sorry for gross analogy. But yes the biggest thing I wrote the past year was a script, after which I spent all my time getting it shot so nope, not much writing. I scribble in my journal now and then which helps, but it's not the same as stringing words together for the purpose of creating.

And so as the stress of finalizing our films whilst getting job applications done began to creep in, I unknowingly became a huge emotional wreck for the past week. Which is really what this new shoes thing is about because I didn't even know I was irrationally fearing for my life until Raph pointed it out to me, told me to listen to some sermons, and brought me shopping and got me a new pretty pair of shoes.

It made me feel tonnes better.

(Also digressing I am so thankful to have a boyfriend who can point out my stress even when I don't realise it, then point me back to Jesus. What is this love thing I cannot.)

So yeah, I might or might not talk about this scary topic called "graduating from an art school" soon, because it might involve some serious aspects, and I don't know if anyone's even gonna take me seriously anymore because I have been drawing imposter ducks and myopic soups on this site, so nah, maybe not. But we'll see.

That aside, I feel like giving myself some space to say random things in my ugly handwriting is going to be quite therapeutic. And hopefully fun. For both of us. Ok goodnight.

The world doesn't need more emojis.

Except a crab emoji.

We all need a crab emoji because how else am I supposed to make my crab cravings known via text right. I mean I could say it in words but it's not the same.

My crab emoji suggestion:

 
(So first off. I know I don't really have a right to speak now because cool people have been asking me to update this blog but i don't do it because I keep having something better to do. But now that I have found something worse to do - ie write my only essay of the semester, hello again after 4 months where I attempt to take a break from writing a 5000-word FYP report by well, writing this.)

So back to talking about how I don't wanna upgrade to the new iOS because of the new emojis SIGH.

But honestly, why do I need emojis in every single race anyway?? It's not like there's a difference to the emotion/activity we portray when the race is different.

Eg. this emoji:

The next time I use this, apparently I'm not just saying: "hey guys I'm getting my hair cut"

I'm saying: "hey guys I'm Chinese and getting my hair cut"

BECAUSE THAT MATTERS.

Also, Shar and I were laughing about the fact that there is even Santa in every race. That's ridiculous because everyone knows there is only one Santa and he is white because obviously people who live in the North Pole evolved to be very fair to hide from predators and stuff??

Duh.

And I really just don't know what this world is coming to because remember the days when we were using msn and all the emoticons were raceless and faceless and we had a range of about like 20 emoticons to choose from and life was so much easier? D;

It must be true when they say people with smaller wardrobes are happier. (Should probably start throwing out some clothes so I sound less of a hypocrite writing this.)

And OHYES speaking of msn do you remember they had that hug emoticon which was animated and you really truly felt the hugs that people sent to you?

(Yup, felt that. Also, #nostalgiastrikes.)

Yes well Emoji needs to step up their game because,

y no hug emoji?? 

I've been using this^ for hugs for ages which according to Siri means "person making okay gesture" so apparently every time my friend needs a hug I'm actually just looking at her cruelly saying

But honestly, we have enough emojis. Even now, half the emojis aren't even being used at all and I already waste enough time trying to search for the perfect emoji for my text messages/instagram captions I don't need to waste even more. I shudder to think about the day where we have 5000 emojis to sift through and we will take so long to express an emotion through text that we will just have to  *gasp*...

DO YOU REALLY WANT TO HAVE TO START ACTUALLY SPEAKING WITH PEOPLE? Please. Just think about that.

So please, stop adding more emojis. If you really wanna do the racially diverse thing, just change the race of random emojis so that each emoji has a single race of its own. We can still use them universally.

(You're more than welcome to add a crab and hug emoji any day though. :> )

Tiny bags.

I have a tiny bag at home. It's super cute, but I hardly use it because I usually have a lot of stuff.

The other day I was pretty sure I didn't need to bring much though, so i carried my tiny bag. Because it was pretty and dainty and completely impracticable but that didn't matter because #fashion. 

It couldn't even fit my wallet. It could fit my phone but that has to be constantly in my hand so that I'm contactable and never bored so yes I was essentially carrying an empty bag around just because it was cute.

I think I put a packet of tissue in there to delude myself that the bag had some purpose, but whatever it's not really a delusion because bringing tissue is important ok.

So on the way to my destination I decided I was thirsty so I bought myself a bottled drink which meant I was holding that + my fat wallet + my phone, while my bag was practically empty.

I looked like a complete fool and I mean I could've gotten a plastic bag from a store to contain my stuff but then everyone would notice the giant ugly plastic bag and defeat the purpose of me carrying the tiny pretty bag. It's like I already made the choice to be impractical (albeit beautiful) so I'd better just stick with my decision yknow.

I think bagmakers are tapping on the conception that mini-anything is cute but they really need to stop making stuff I don't need. 

Oh well guess I learnt a great lesson that day: We should really stop carrying tiny bags forever.

Unless we're super sure we're not gonna buy a bottled drink along the way.

I miss you like pancakes.

Hey guys I know I haven’t touched this space in forever but I’ve been super busy with FYP. I’ll be shooting my fyp film next week which is quite exciting (albeit a little scary) and I’m trying to chill out a bit before production so I wrote something short that I’ll put up this weekend.

Meanwhile, here’s a drawing I did a while back for my friend Monica's blog.

(PS. I don't do commissioned illustrations, sorry!!)

See you all in a couple of days! :)

So foolish.

Omagawd I have been writing so many drafts of my FYP scripts over and over in both English and Chinese and I'm getting so sick of it.

I wanted to come here and write something else other than what I've been working on for ages, so here's a random story from my childhood.

When I was a kid in Sunday school, we used to sing this song called "The Wise Man Built His House" based on Matthew 7:24-27. It was a song about a wise man who built his house upon a rock and it stood still despite the storm, and about a foolish man who built his house upon the sand, and when the storm came, it went "splat".

(If you wanna hear the song)

So anyway, I was probably too short to see the lyrics projected on the screen at that age, so I'd just sing whatever I thought everyone else was singing.

In the first verse, I'd sing (correctly):

But in the 2nd verse when I was supposed to sing:
"The foolish man built his house upon the sand..."  

I went:

For the longest time in my childhood I wondered why policemen liked to build their houses on sand. And why policemen?? And why were they the antithesis of wise men???

It was very confusing for me and I always thought policemen to be people who liked beaches a lot, until the day I found out what the actual lyrics were.