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I didn’t just want to draw a floating heart, so I decided to put it on a very familiar childhood medium–a paper plane. We didn’t get to throw paper planes a lot, which makes sense because we probably have to pick them up ourselves, which is part of responsible living. But I think in those times there were pockets of moments where we thought writing confession letters were amazing and writing in everyone’s memory books were cool and so we did that. Me and my classmates. And I remembered back then that the really cool people were the ones that could talk to both boys and girls well. I admired that.

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I admit, I’m in love with the old gigantic scythe because it is big and ominous and looks hella cool. But I placed it in a ripened paddy field because that’s probably when a scythe is gonna be used–the harvest season. My people had their culture arranged around the harvest cycle. Understandably, back then rice was everything. No rice, no food, the end. But now, even as we’ve all moved on to jobs that does not require us to farm and worry about the weather all the time, we still make our biggest celebration around this magical idea of harvest, the Kaamatan. It’s not as largely celebrated on my island, but bruh, on the mainland, that’s where the harvest celebration go really all out. And I know I’ve missed out on that growing up because usually that happens during the school year, not when it is a long school holiday. But since I’m out of the school system, I’ve been given more chance to experience all these festivities and I love it.

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This person is wearing something similar to the Malaysian scouts uniform, which to me represents a big milestone. It marked the time when I finally started to join an actual uniformed body and participate in a major way. It happened on my final 2 years of secondary school, but ok. Previously, I was not able to because the uniform can be cost prohibitive and my parents simply didn’t have the time to bring me to and fro to those marching practices. To be honest, when I was picking which uniformed body to join, I picked scouts because 1, the uniform is pretty dark, so there is no chance of having my bra being see through. Pants was a plus point. 2, it was co-ed. I can’t bear to go into an all girls’ uniform. And it was the closest I would ever get to something more masculine. Every other uniform that I would rather get into happened to be an all boys’ situation. Even though I didn’t managed to get into the marching team, and a lot of girls in my class ask me why I didn’t want to join their teams (to be fair, they were a rad bunch. I just don’t like their uniform colors), I really enjoyed this whole thing.