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.



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.

Dear Everyone…

Whether you’re struggling with personal life, academics or whatever – I just want you to know, you aren’t alone. So don’t forget that. You CAN push on, and overcome whatever that is bothering you, whatever that you’re struggling with. No doubt, it’ll be difficult but it’s NOT impossible.

Don’t let that negativity or struggle overwhelm you. You’re worth more than that. You are amazing in your own way, despite what society says these days, despite whatever “mainstream” standards they have. A beautiful heart and soul is what that lasts forever, not outside appearances. Not to say that it’s bad to have a good appearance, but it won’t last forever.

You are amazing. There’s only one of you in this world. NO ONE can ever truly replace you, no matter how hard they try. So don’t try and be someone else. Don’t be someone who you’re not.

It’s by being yourself that you’re truly beautiful.

Much love and hugs! =)

P.S: I hope this puts a smile on your face~

Short Story: Stay With Me (Fairy Tail)

Author’s Note: So I recently got into watching the anime Fairy Tail when I clearly should have been doing my assignments. When I watched Loke’s arc, oh damn, the feels – and I became a LokexLucy fan. There’s just something about the two that’s natural and beautiful. Long story short, here’s a ficlet from Loke’s PoV.


Source: fanpop

“Stay with me, don’t let me go,

Cause I can’t be without you, 

Just stay with me,

And hold me close…”

‘Stay with me’ – Danity Kane


Loke leaned against the trunk of the tree, propping up a leg as he absentmindedly toyed with a stray flower in his hands. It had been a long day. Their mission had suddenly escalated in the middle as their client turned out to be an S-Class mage with a vengeance and penchant for revenge, assaulting them after being found out. Said client also turned out to be connected with one of the dark guilds under Oracion Seis. Suffice to say, the Guildmaster was not going to be happy when he found out about it.

The Celestial Spirit’s thoughts turned to Lucy then. She had fought hard, dealing immense damage but  had almost gotten killed by a couple of the mages under the madman’s command who were A-Class. If he hadn’t sensed them in time…

He shook his head, attempting to get rid of his darkening thoughts. She had survived. She lived. And that was all that mattered, he reminded himself.

But what if? What if she’d died? That little voice whispered in his mind.

Loke fought to keep his composure, to keep control of his emotions. He knew that if she had died, it would have probably resulted in him refraining from making anymore contracts. No one could ever replace Lucy – she was the one who had risked both her magic and life for him despite his idiotic act of constantly avoiding her.

She had even called out the Spirit King.

Never, in his life, had he seen the Spirit King willingly appear before a Celestial Summoner. In Earthland, no less. It was…puzzling, though he wouldn’t complain as he was allowed to live after all. But still, it didn’t make it any less strange. 

The stellar mage had also summoned multiple spirits simultaneously, he mused as he recalled the memory. And they weren’t all entirely weak, either. Aquarius. Taurus. Sagittarius. Virgo. Four of them were part of the Celestial Spirits like him. Honestly, in his opinion, she was often underestimated – not to mention she often underestimated herself. After all, she was quite a powerful mage.


Startled out of his thoughts, the spirit glanced up to see his owner crouched down in front of him with a questioning expression on her face.

“Lucy? Shouldn’t you be resting?” He asked, concerned. “What’re you doing here?”

“I’m fine,” the stellar mage gave an exasperated sigh. “I couldn’t sleep. You know how those two are.” She grimaced, jerking a finger in the direction of Gray and Natsu’s snoring in particular. “I don’t know how Erza puts up with them,” muttered Lucy under her breath as she sat beside him.

He couldn’t help it – a chuckle escaped him as her frustrated pout turned into a glare. “So you decided to join me? Why Lucy, I had no idea…” Loke teased as her cheeks flushed red.

“Stop teasing me!” Lucy hissed out, being careful not to wake anyone.

“No.” Was the spirit’s prompt reply as he flicked her nose lightly, causing her to glare even harder.

Giving it up as a bad job, she finally changed the subject.

“So what were you thinking about? You didn’t even notice that I was in front of you,” the blonde asked, concerned.


“Nothing,” he quickly replied, silently hoping that she wouldn’t ask anymore and would drop the subject.

Unfortunately for him, she was nothing if not stubborn in her own right.

“Loke…what’s bothering you?” Lucy asked quietly. It was the same tone she had during the conversation they had in the resort before the whole deal with the Spirit King.

“…You almost died today,” He finally spoke, averting his gaze.

“But I didn’t.”

“You could have.”

“But I didn’t, Loke, You helped me. You saved me.”

“I almost failed.”

“Loke, look at me.” She tilted his head up to face her directly, forcing him to look her in the eye.

“You didn’t, you idiot.” Lucy smiled. It was a smile he hadn’t seen before. It was soft and gentle with the warmth of the sun.

With a shaky laugh full of relief and a mixture of emotions, he pulled her into a hug.

And this time, she returned it.  

“Stay with me?”

“Of course.”


Poem: Choice

Everything seems as if it is a dream,

Yet a deep part of me knows that truly it is reality,

That I have to stop deluding myself, that I have to start believing,

But is it so wrong for me to want to keep my heart from breaking?


The light flickers, not once, but twice and then thrice,

And then comes an innocuous roll of a dice,

Playing across the table, shadows so slight,

Mischief and mocking clearly in their eyes.


In the midst lies a moment frozen in time,

Clearly framed in black and white,

A smudge of grey, between the lines,

I wonder, which is right?


For not one or two, but three paths lie.