I'm no longer invisible.

 
Sorry I've been away for so long! Been mainly busy writing scripts and making films since the holidays began, but after a recent 2-week-long virus that gave me sore eyes and a sore throat, I had newfound appreciation for actually being able to do things like make art, write and sing. Life's too short for me to not do what I like while I still physically can.

Also, I've moved to blogger and for a few reasons:

1) blogger has kinda improved in the past years, such as allowing me to change everything I thought was damn ugly about it (the reason why I didn't wanna use blogger initially)
2) blogger links to google
3) I like that I can have a drop-down archive for ease of searching for past posts

Unfortunately, there is no automatic post-migrating function across weebly and blogger so yes I MANUALLY transferred my previous 20+ posts over here. You can be assured I will never move again.

But thankfully it took faster than I imagined, and I even decided to add new pages, like a page of my other illustrations, my music, and even an ask page because I thought it'd be fun. Pls go ahead and ask me cool questions like "what is your favourite type of mushroom" etc.

But yes I promise you I perpetually have a few half-written stories on my computer that I just can't find the time to finish. New one coming up next week though, I promise.

Anyways. I can tell you something random that inspired the title of this post. I had a dream a few months back where I was in X-men academy because I discovered I had a superhero power to burn people. Then one day there was this great race where everyone is given a map and could choose a second power before embarking on the journey to some secret destination (the winner gets something, and you're allowed to destroy your competiton along the way).

The elders came around and secretly asked each person what 2nd power they wanted. When it was my turn, I asked for invisibility.

I thought I was so smart, no one would be able to destroy me cos I was invisible, and I would run past everyone invisibly and burn them all along the way, and emerge the victor at the finishing line.

I told my friend Syaz about this dream and how genius I was and he said,
"if it was a race, why didn't you just ask for super speed?"

To which I was like,

When life gives you lemons,

 

This has been me for the past 2 months and my brain hurts.

(Sorry for not updating, I will tell you new exciting things once work clears up!)

A thank-you post.

I actually wanted to do a thank-you post 3 weeks back. When I first moved into my hostel room.

It was supposed to be a post about the harrowing dust piles/cobwebs/spiders my previous tenant left behind for me, and how I wanted to severely thank her for giving me the chance to clean up the remains of her lazy soul.

Then I got too busy with school (why yes HELLO Singaporean pace of school life I missed you so dearly when I was away), and by the time I decided to get down to writing it, I'd already made the room a whole lot more comfortable, and I really didn't feel like ranting anymore.

So I decided, in the spirit of a belated Valentine's Day, I shall do an actual, no-jokes-attached, sincere thank-you post to you instead. To you who have told me how much you like this blog.

Yes I am having one of those key moments in life where I realize how awesome it feels to know I am making people happy.

So yes, I might not be able to update this space that often nowadays, but I promise I'll better this site soon once the dog days are over.

In the meantime I just wanna say,

P.S. Ok I was gonna end the post right there^ but I figured since I love you so much I'm going to draw you some pictures of random foods wearing glasses, because everybody wants to know what their food would look like if they were myopic.

Woodpeckers.

So a couple months ago, there were woodpeckers in Raph's garden (right outside his bathroom). He sent me a picture of them that looked something like this:

 (Yes that might be birdpoo on his window pane but it's not the point)

The next day I went to his house like:

But to my utter dismay the little creatures were gone.

For the next few weeks I kept reminding Raph to update me of any new bird sightings in his garden.

 But there were none.

I know you probably think that they're just birds, but you see, apart from my general love for animals,

1) You almost don't ever see woodpeckers in Singapore, and

2) When I was a kid, I developed a gravitation towards birds because of this 'I Am A Young Scientist' badge thing that most of us probably did in primary school.

The school gives you this hardback sheet of paper with a list of tasks to do and each task has a certain number points. Collect 20 points (the tasks have to be recorded in a journal) over the holidays and when you come back to school, your teacher will check all your tasks and if you complete them properly, you get a badge that proudly proclaims your legitimacy as a young scientist.

The badges look something like this:

There were many different task cards you can do actually, like 'Young Astrologist', 'Young Botanist' etc, but I chose the 'Young Ornithologist' one simply because English was my favourite subject and I always liked big words that were too difficult for the other kids to understand.

 I remember there was a task like this:

"Bring home an injured bird and nurse it back to health. Take pictures of its progress over the days."

That task gave you the most number of points out of them all, and my 10-year-old self who desired to be smarter than everyone else really wanted to do that task.

And for about a whole week, my entire life ambition was to FIND AN INJURED BIRD.

Everyday I would keep my eyes peeled and walk around the void deck of my flat for half an hour wishing sudden pain and infirmity upon every bird in my estate.

But only because I cared about them and wanted to nurse them back to health.

But once again, my efforts were futile. I found no injured bird.
(Thankfully that desire has vanished too so please don't ever present me with an injured bird for my birthday I will not be pleased. Although nonetheless I remained true to my new-found bird explorer instincts till today.)

So back to real time, after 2 whole months of the woodpeckers' disappearance, Raph whatsapped me the following photos saying, "guess who's back"

 But by then I'd already gone to Germany. This time, they stayed for days.

Jealousy struck me.

A few days later, Raph sent me another picture of one of them trying to get into his bathroom window.

(Disclaimer: I am not responsible for bad photography.)

It made me even sadder.

I don't know what is with my lifelong non-affinity with all the birds I wanna meet.

Anyways, Raph eventually bought a mini scarecrow for his garden because he says that the woodpeckers might break his windows if they continue pecking on them, so I don't think they'll ever come back again.

But I'm currently devising a plan to discreetly dispose of that scarecrow soon.

Will inform you if I eventually meet the birds.

I shall now awkwardly end this post with a picture of a very awkward iguana, who also attempted to get into Raph's toilet.

Not as endearing as a woodpecker, but hey, he tried.

Rainbow shirt.

Today I woke up and felt pretty awesome, so I put on my rainbow shirt,

and went out to rule the world.

Bad Hair.

[So my hair has been so disastrous the past few months (for the most part of my life actually) that I decided to write a poem dedicated to it, because that's how true writers channel their inner follicular angst. I hope you like it. This one's called, "Bad Hair".]

Hair, hair, why are you so bad?
Why do you always make me so sad?

 I often wake to find you disarrayed,
Did you spend the night having a party on my head?

Hair, hair, cut me some slack,
(Sometimes I wonder) if you are Asian, why are you black?

I try to make you pretty and fill you with colour,
But soon you become damaged and so much duller.

Oh hair oh hair,
Do you think I will ever
Be able to find you a handsome lover?

Hair, hair, you weigh me down,
Very much literally and you sure make me frown.

But when I finally can take you no longer,
I snip you off.. then feel so much dumber.

 

Hair hair, why can't you live in the cold?
You frizz for no reason and you flake like snow.

You're not that good in the heat either though,
You get all sweaty and smell like toes.

Oh hair oh hair,
Sometimes I wish
That perhaps I was just born a fish.

But good hair or not, long hair or short,
I guess I should appreciate my chops

 

For come a day where I will be
Pining for my hair, 

and my hair, for me.