5 Common Misconceptions about Arts’ Students

1) OMG SO NICE! Surely you don’t have to do much, right?



Dude, that’s a total lie. We literally drown in assignments and presentations. And most of them share similar deadlines and/or are if not a few days apart.

And that’s not even mentioning consultations yet.

And did I mention progress reports?

Our souls cry. Every day.

2) But your projects seem so fun!



They seem fun. But there’s a lot of work that goes into it. Take an advertisement for example.

  1. List of ideas.*
  2. List of concepts.*
  3. Draft the concept.*
  4. Design digitally.*
  5. Polish the designs.**

*Once approved, only then you can proceed to the next step.

**Consult with teacher for your finished product!

Consultation is life, consultation is love.

Only after all of these, this can happen:


Until you realize that you have (an)other assignment and/or presentation(s) due.

3) But why do you have to consult so much?

Me: Because everything matters. In design: from the colour scheme, consistency of the theme – everything. The wrong colour scheme can blind people, and we don’t want to blind you.

In general? We live, breathe, experience assignments daily. One mistake in your work, and once you submit it, you can NEVER change it. NEVER. That mistake can turn your grades to dust. It’s like navigating a minefield and praying that you don’t set off a bomb.


4) Your schedule seems so free though!



We are expected to be fully independent in doing our work. Whether it’s solo-ing our assignments in the library, tracking down proper locations to take pictures for said assignments, doing research on our chosen brands/products, we’re expected to do it all by ourselves. And no, they don’t pay for our petrol, okay?

5) You don’t seem like you’re having trouble though. How do you do it?



On a more serious note, time management is key. Living and making it the Number One value – it’ll make sure that you actually get a decent amount of sleep.


Here’s to all of us crazy ones, the creative, artistic ones doing what we love (and hate occasionally) at times in the Arts’ side. May Creativity be with you.



On Emotional Music

Listening to: “Warmth Is Gone” – Fire Emblem Fates

Sometimes, people ask me why I like emotional music – sad music, in particular.

I look at them, and ask, “Why not?”

Emotional music reminds me of my mortality.

That everyday isn’t to be taken for granted. That it’s okay to cry and break down, because sometimes it WILL happen. That emotions will overwhelm you and you can’t control it.

That life, sometimes, will hit you in the heart and you WILL cry. You WILL break down in tears.

But it’s okay.

You’re human. I’m human. So’s everyone.

I think sad music evokes a sense of heaviness that makes us think, makes us contemplate.

It reminds us to feel.

Reminds us that we aren’t invincible.

So stay humble.

Stay connected.

Don’t lose your heart.

Poetry: A Touch of Reminiscence


Curled up under the covers, lost in thought

A blue orchid lay beside her, alone and desolate

Seven words reverberate through her mind – vivid and loud:

‘Dear Mom, are you happy in Heaven?

How she misses her, her scent and her warmth

The sound of her laughter, the scent of her cooking

Permeating throughout the house, ever so welcoming

The sound of utensils clinking in the kitchen, ever familiar

But, oh, how she knows – how she knows

That her mother loves her so

She hadn’t before, but now she did

As she looked down at the pendant of the amaryllis

signifying the three words of worth beyond beauty

A soft smile then tugs at her lips

And she hopes that her mother is happy wherever she is

As she would forever be with her in

both the heart and spirit.

Another Case


Source: in5d.com

My worth is but nothing – thus I choose this road, for my freedom and for me.

Call me a coward, if you will, but to me?

What lies before me is pure and utter freedom from the chains I was bound by

Free from all the pain, the suffering and lies.”

Recently, someone committed suicide in my university yesterday.

Several have commented about the case, but after seeing a few mentioning that the institution could have done more about it and things like “Should have just asked for help”, I felt like I had to say something, at least.

It isn’t that easy.

While it is true that the university as well as similar institutions provide counselling services and such, it is not just about having the aforementioned services. It’s more about whether the student suffering from such issues have the courage to actually approach them.

To those suffering from such issues, taking the step to approach them is like Mount Everest. They don’t want to be weak, don’t dare to be. They fear. They’re scared. They might be having a lot of things on their mind.

Maybe they’re overthinking it, you think. Approaching for help is easy, you say. But you don’t know what goes in their mind.

Imagine having those little voices, saying that you aren’t good enough, life isn’t worth it – messages like that by the dozens and living with it for, possibly, a long period of time. What and how they think – we do not know.

Institutions can only do so much.

It is up to the people who have them to take the first step, to reach out.

‘Balancing on a beam high up on the cliff,
Two paths lie before me, open and waylaid,
Which should I choose? Which should I take?
I know I should live, but I am afraid.’

Poetry: Breathe

So it’s been a long time since I’ve written anything here, but that’s what happens when life gets in the way. I had to deal with the sudden passing of one of my grandparents….which led to life just taking over and the beginning of studies again. Here’s a slice of poetry – attempting to describe all that I’ve been feeling.

Title: Breathe

Bring me far away from reality
Nightmares I don’t want to dream
Shadows creeping ’round the heart
Gripping like a vice, making me jump-start

I don’t want this fear to be around
Cause it’s making me paranoid ’bout all sounds
Restlessness relentlessly overwhelms
I can’t escape – it’s like I’m in some kind of Hell

I try my best to seek more dreams
To avoid the pain and suffering
But these four walls are closing in on me
And I can’t bring myself to breathe.

Thoughts on “Pitch Perfect 2” – Flashlight (Jessie J)

It’s been some time since a movie made me cry.

When the Barden Bellas sang Jessie J’s “Flashlight” during the movie, I didn’t know what I was feeling. It was a mixture of joy, hope, sadness and everything else at once. It wasn’t until after I honestly reflected, that I realized why.

It was the lyrics.

When tomorrow comes
I’ll be on my own
Feeling frightened of
The things that I don’t know
When tomorrow comes
Tomorrow comes
Tomorrow comes

The lyrics slammed into me – because they’re on point. Because the future is unknown, and in a way, I am scared of it. At the same time, I’m nervous and hopeful and excited.

And life….well, life has its precious and worthwhile moments.

I guess one of the reasons why this song resonate with me so much? Well, I just visited my grandfather who’s getting on in his age. He’s 92 this year, and he can’t walk, he can’t eat properly – and well, you get the picture.

I’ve been so used to seeing him strong and able, to see him like this…. It hurts, because why? Why does it have to be like this? Everytime I see him like this, it hurts so much.

I wish…. I wish I could have spent more time with him. Talking to him and having conversations with him before this.

But at the same time, I know, that aging is a part of life. As much as I wish it wasn’t so.

When I saw the other generations of the singers appear, tears streaked down my cheeks.

So…Dear you who is reading this?

Please, do this one little thing. Not for me, but for you.

Go to your loved ones, hug them, and tell them that you love them.

A Word of Encouragement

So here’s a message that I just felt like sharing.

I think all of us, whether we know it or not, have the potential to seek, to pursue what we want endlessly, but that it’s our choice whether to try or not. Because if we aren’t willing to try and willing to fail, when will we ever be?

I think that all of us are beautiful, inside and outside no matter what society says these days. That you, dear reader, are beautiful and bright and wonderful – so don’t give up and don’t give in, because hey, there’s only one of you in this world and no one can ever truly replace you even if they try.

Some people will come and go, but that’s what makes life, life. Circumstances can come and devastate, but yet at times it brings unimaginable beauty and wonder, with its unpredictability and wildness – whether it be in form of nature, the world around us or the people in our lives.

There’s a saying – “Happiness is a choice.” I agree with this, because why choose to look at the negative and dwell on it so much – to the point that you only exist, but don’t live? In the end, the negativity will only bring more negativity to yourself.

So things may be difficult at times, but sometimes, there may be a silver lining that you never saw. Maybe that silver lining is more self-confidence – the realization that “Wait a minute, this situation brought this into my life” – or something.

So dare to dream, dare to hope. But most of all, dare to live – and remember, the world’s never truly in black and white.

“Let the morning light be for tomorrow.” – Chester See, ‘Close Your Eyes With Me’