Sketchbook

“Mahal kita.” (Not me) “The sun shines on me.” (Me) “We all pray for you, all the time!” (Me) “That’s what she said.” (Me) “Tshh! Don’t put fried turnip cake in soup dumpling dish! Pshh.“ (Not me) “No. I like the braid.” (Not me) Walk like a model, like your boyfriend is watching.” (Not me) “You get along so well!” (Not me) “I actually like the yellow dress.” (Not me) “Have you ever heard of ‘Humans of New York?'” (Not me) Are you able to photograph the stars here, or is there too much light pollution?” (Me) “Mmmmmm!!!!” (Me) “No.” (Not me) “Spring, when all the flowers are starting to bloom – summer when everything is lush and green – fall when everything is on fire – and winter when everything is blanketed in thick white and you can see every animal print – four seasons in a forest are AMAZING.” (Me) “I arted!” (Me) “Can I hold my sketchbook in the photos?” (Me) “Beautiful.” (Not me) “Look at the camera like you’re better than whoever is watching.” (Not me) “Whoa, I’m 23!” (Me) “A painter in coder’s clothing!” (Me) “Who wants the last one?” (Not me) “Try more confidence.” (Not me) “We love you!” (Me) “My bladder is not that urgent; I’d rather spend the time with you.” (Me) “Tantalizing eyes!” (Not me) “You have to tell Geller we ALL LOVE YOU.” (Me) “Mona lisa!” (Not me) “Lola always used to get us these. Sponge cakes. She would bring us to Chinatown, and you know, we’d get sponge cakes and roast pork buns, and, you know…” (Not me) “Thank you!” (Me) “I have all the memories coming in today, and new things, too,” (Me) “We’re proud of you.” (Not me) “I am proud of this family.” (Me) “I am so GRATEFUL murehshmuruahuooommmrr” (Me) “Mahal kita.” (Me)