Memorylast http://www.memorylast.net Sun, 29 Aug 2010 13:07:33 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.5.1 en High Expectations Chinese Teacher http://www.memorylast.net/high-expectations-chinese-teacher/ http://www.memorylast.net/high-expectations-chinese-teacher/#comments Sun, 29 Aug 2010 13:04:14 +0000 rainie http://www.memorylast.net/?p=144 raving dictator on steroids. On the first day of school, she started going on about how anything below an A- is unacceptable and if you get anything less, you will have to spend your lunchtimes with her. Everyone started freaking out because who wants to spend their lunch being berated by someone whose nostrils flare to the size of windpipes every time she shouts?

It was enough listening to her rant on and on about getting nothing less than an ‘A’ on our exams, but we had to sit there in the freezing cold while she was doing it. I don’t know if the Chinese teacher was raised by polar bears in the Antarctic or whatever because she’s always turning the air-con on to a temperature I’d like to call “So high you can’t feel your fingers and you think you’re going to get frost bite”.

One of the girls mustered up the courage to tell her that it was too cold and asked her whether she could turn the air-con off. Then the Chinese teacher shouted, “IT IS NOT TOO COLD, YOU GUYS ARE TALKING TOO MUCH IT IS MAKING ME HOT!”


I have no idea why our talking made her hot, it’s not like anyone said anything sensual. But nevertheless, she refused to turn the air-con off so we all had to sit there in the freezing cold for an hour while she kept yapping on about how we all “NEEDED TO GET AN A+ OR WE FAIL”.


What is up with Asian teachers and their high expectations?

]]> http://www.memorylast.net/high-expectations-chinese-teacher/feed/ Incept Me http://www.memorylast.net/incept-me/ http://www.memorylast.net/incept-me/#comments Thu, 19 Aug 2010 14:42:37 +0000 rainie http://www.memorylast.net/?p=143
I’ve been spending my final week as a free human doing very enlightening things such as:

1) Having ‘How I Met Your Mother’ marathons
2) Eating…food
3) Ringing the doorbell really loudly to get the neighbour’s dog to bark
4) Contemplating eating the neighbour’s dog because he looks like a wad of cotton candy
5) Having Harry Potter wand duels with my dad using our iPhones

Plus today, I watched ‘Inception’ in the theaters and it was pretty amazing. I thought I was going to get really confused as most Christopher Nolan movies tend to have that effect on me but it was surprisingly confusion-free for most parts. The movie really gets you thinking about what’s real and what’s not. I mean, for all we know, we could be living in a dream. At the end of the movie, I was like WHERE AM I? WHAT IS THIS? AM I DREAMING ABOUT DREAMING ABOUT WATCHING INCEPTION OR AM I REALLY WATCHING INCEPTION OR IS THIS MOVIE A DREAM WHERE IM DREAMING ABOUT BEING IN THE CINEMA DREAMING ABOUT WATCHING A MOVIE WHERE PEOPLE GO INTO PEOPLES DREAMS.

Even before watching ‘Inception’, I’ve had thoughts of whether I might be living in a dream. There was this once when I had the idea that I might actually be in a coma and I’m living in a dream that I’m having while in a comatose state. So one day I’ll wake up and years have gone by and there’s this big chunk of my life that never existed.

So anyway I’m going to go to sleep now because it’s Doomsday aka First Day of School tomorrow. Hopefully, when I go to bed, I’ll either wake up to a better reality or be trapped in a dream where everything is really awesome.

]]> http://www.memorylast.net/incept-me/feed/ Miss Hong Kong http://www.memorylast.net/miss-hong-kong/ http://www.memorylast.net/miss-hong-kong/#comments Fri, 06 Aug 2010 09:14:29 +0000 rainie http://www.memorylast.net/?p=142
I never liked Miss Hong Kong pageants because a) it’s sexist, b) the girls seem so shallow and superficial and c) most of the contenders look like plastics. The girls people consider ‘pretty’ are usually these cheap looking girls with fake/plastic faces. I can’t even tell the difference between some of them because they’re all like freaking Bratz dolls.

The show mainly consisted of the girls doing these really retarded things that made me want to cringe. Like in the beginning, they did a candy ‘dance’ where they kicked their feet around and brought their fingers up to their lips and winked at the camera. But personally, I don’t see anything attractive about posing like Doctor Evil.


The whole thing was like watching a live action Cardcaptor Sakura or one of those anime shows where the girls ‘transform’. It’s cute when it’s an anime but when you do that stuff in real life, it gets a bit creepy.

The worst part was when they had to walk around in skimpy bikinis and answer questions that are supposedly relevant to society like “Should kids wear bikinis to school?”. The fact that they’re asked such callous questions is a travesty in itself, but then they have to stand there in a bikini while they’re answering them. It’s like they’re walking sex furniture or something.

Half way through the pageant, there were these performances by some famous people (who you probably won’t know unless you live in Hong Kong or watch TVB).


This looks like an orgy scene but it’s actually Raymond Lam, Kate Tsui and Ron Ng performing a song

Then after that, Kevin Cheng and Raymond Wong appeared in a white sports car and started singing something that didn’t sound half bad and past Miss HK winners came on stage to dance with them


The girls posing at the front are the past Miss Hong Kong winners. I can only recognize Aimee Chan, Mandy Cho and Tracy Ip. Kevin Cheng and Raymond Wong are the guys standing next the white sports car, surrounded by slutty dancers

Near the end, as they were about to call out the final four, all the girls started crying because they said they would really miss each other. And the old man sitting in front of us was like “WOW THAT’S REALLY SEXY. I AM SO TURNED ON RIGHT NOW!” The security guard thought he was a pedophile so he went up to him and asked to see his tickets.

Anyway, after a lot of weeping and drum rolls, they announced the 2010 Miss Hong Kong…


She’s one of the better looking ones in the competition but her smile still creeps me out

So even though I’m not a big fan of Miss Hong Kong pageants, it’s kind of a guilty pleasure because it’s good to know who wins as the winners usually go on to become celebrities and when they’re all famous you can be like “I KNEW HER BEFORE SHE WAS FAMOUS HAHA LOSERS.” Plus you get to make fun of the weird things they have on set like this unicorn:



]]> http://www.memorylast.net/miss-hong-kong/feed/ School’s Out http://www.memorylast.net/schools-out/ http://www.memorylast.net/schools-out/#comments Fri, 02 Jul 2010 10:49:56 +0000 rainie http://www.memorylast.net/?p=141
The last week of school was pretty typical. Our Philosophy/RS teacher decided to freak the crap out of us. He was like, “Since it’s our last day together, I’ll show you a video that helped me while I was mentally depressed. It helped me get in touch with God.” Everyone was all silent but in our minds, we were like what? Isn’t he like an atheist or something? No one said anything because he made it sound like it was serious business. So we were watching it there was this woman meditating and doing yoga. Then a few minutes into the video, one of those ghost heads pop up and there was a blood curling scream. I didn’t get my crap freaked because I wasn’t concentrating real hard on the video, I just thought it was hilarious. I don’t think anyone else was freaked out either, they were just wearing WTF expressions on their faces.

I’m not going anywhere this summer nor do I have any life changing plans. I might just stay at home and eat ice cream. It’s not as if I have anything better to do. Everyone else is probably out drinking and going clubbing. But nope, not me. I’m just going to sit on the sofa and eat Ben and Jerry’s.

I don’t know how I’m going to spend all this free time. Summer really freaks me out sometimes because I keep trying to be productive by doing something productive but when I end up not doing anything productive, I start freaking out about how I’m being unproductive so I calm myself by watching TV then the next thing you know, I’m being super unproductive.

It just never works when you force yourself to be productive. Like I could force myself to write the next Great American Novel (not that I would, seeing as I’m not American) but unless I’m suddenly inspired to do something, forcing myself to do it just ends up in disaster. It’s like forcing yourself to be creative.

Anyway I checked out the new Deathly Hallows Trailer the other day and it looks pretty amazing. I got chills all over just watching that. The only nit I have to pick is how worn out Voldemort looks. His eyes are all milky and bloodshot and his lips are really chapped. I mean, jeez man, put on some lip gloss. Don’t they have chap sticks in the wizarding world? Just because he’s some big shot dark lord doesn’t mean he shouldn’t take care of himself. After all that work retrieving Harry Potter’s blood and the bone of his father or whatever to get a new body and he ruins it with poor dental hygiene. I just think Voldemort looks kind of weird in the trailer. It’s like he grew older but how is that even possible? I’m pretty sure Voldemort isn’t going through puberty like Harry Potter and gang. And how does growing old even work in his new flesh?

On other note, vote Memorylast for SOTM? I’m pretty behind on the whole voting thing because I didn’t ask people to vote yet. I was planning on doing it when I make a new blog but I couldn’t think of anything to blog about which is why I’ve been putting it off for weeks. How I still managed to get 9 votes is beyond me but I’d appreciate it if you voted!

]]> http://www.memorylast.net/schools-out/feed/ Mosquito Problems http://www.memorylast.net/mosquito-problems/ http://www.memorylast.net/mosquito-problems/#comments Wed, 16 Jun 2010 04:18:22 +0000 rainie http://www.memorylast.net/?p=140
When I finally came to my senses, the truth dawned me: A MOSQUITO IS IN MY ROOM. I was fully awake at this point so I kicked off the covers and started screaming like I’d just seen the Boogie Monster. My dad, who had a bed head that made him look like an oompa loompa, rushed into my room and asked what was wrong. I looked him in the eye and said with the most serious voice I could muster, “There. Is. A. Mosquito. In. My. Room.” My dad looked pretty disgruntled at that and started sputtering a whole bunch of nonsense that went along the lines of, “You wake me up in the middle of the night for a stupid MOSQUITO?”

What do you mean a stupid mosquito? I’ll have you know that mosquitos aren’t stupid or harmless. You have all these people worrying about blood sucking vampires but what they should really be worrying about is blood sucking mosquitos. They like to watch you like a hawk and when you’re off guard, they fly up to you and suck your blood. If this doesn’t sound scary, I don’t know what does.

Mosquitos and insects have been a big problem lately. It’s that time of the year where it’s not cold enough for you to shut the windows but not hot enough for you to switch the air conditioning on because it’s a waste of energy as my mom likes to remind me. So I open my bedroom window when I sleep since it’s actually pretty breezy. The only problem with this is that mosquitos fly into my room while I’m asleep and eat me. Sometimes, they like to fly up to my ear and make that annoying buzzing sound that’s supposedly the sound of their wings flapping at a million times per second. I just want to scream SHUT UP ALREADY OR I’LL CLIP OFF YOUR STUPID WINGS AND YOU’LL BECOME A WINGLESS CRIPPLE.

As if the flapping wing thing isn’t annoying enough, they have bite you in the weirdest of locations. There isn’t a location that I haven’t been bitten in. They have gotten me on my nose, eyelid, earlobe, thumb, toe, bellybutton, you name it. And you know what’s the worst part? These little bastards don’t dare to show their faces. The moment you see them, they disappear. It’s like they can teleport from Point A to Point B. Forget about bats being descendants of vampires, mosquitos are the guys you’re looking for.

Also, mosquitos always seem to bite you when you least expect it, like when you’re asleep. If you’re going to bite me, at least have the guts to bite me when I’m alive and kicking. I mean, MAN IT UP, BITE ME WHERE I CAN SEE YOU. I don’t appreciate when they sneak up on me when I’m at my most vulnerable. I don’t know what’s going on in real life when I’m sleeping so I can’t pulverize the mosquito (not that I usually pulverize them, I just kind of scream and run away). But hey, at least give me a fighting chance. Anyone can bite people when they’re sleeping. There should be a mosquito code of conduct on this.

So mosquito, if you’re reading this, I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE. Come back to bite me in my sleep ever again and I’m going to scream and call my mom. Then you’ll be sorry.
]]> http://www.memorylast.net/mosquito-problems/feed/ The Chinese Teacher http://www.memorylast.net/the-chinese-teacher/ http://www.memorylast.net/the-chinese-teacher/#comments Fri, 04 Jun 2010 11:08:10 +0000 rainie http://www.memorylast.net/?p=133
The first detention was given to this guy who the Chinese teacher just hates for no reason. He was kind of moving his mouth so the Chinese teacher was like “WHY ARE YOU MURMURING?” and he was like, “Uh I wasn’t murmuring?”. Then she’s like “WHY ARE YOU BEING BAD? SIT OUTSIDE!”. So the guy starts packing up his stuff and putting them in his bag when she catches him putting something in his pocket so she’s like “WHAT DID YOU PUT IN YOUR POCKET?” and he’s like nothing. So she storms up to him, feels up his butt (this should count for sexual harassment) and pulls out an iPhone from his pocket. She’s really pissed at this point and starts barking, “WHY DID YOU LIE?!?!?!? FRIDAY DETENTION FOR LYING!”

Then after a few minutes of what seemed like peace, the Chinese teacher thinks that the two boys sitting in the front row are talking to each other. So she tells one of them off for provoking the other guy and sends him outside. But in reality, he wasn’t the one that was talking, it was someone else. The someone else felt bad for that guy being punished for something he did so he told the teacher that it was him who did the talking. And the Chinese teacher seemed really unsatisfied with this and started screaming, “WHY ARE YOU TELLING THE TRUTH? DO YOU THINK YOU ARE BEING BRAVE?” and the guy’s like, “I was just trying to be honest…” but before he could finish the Chinese teacher goes, “FRIDAY DETENTION FOR BEING HONEST!”

]]> http://www.memorylast.net/the-chinese-teacher/feed/ Manhattan from the Sky http://www.memorylast.net/manhattan-from-the-sky/ http://www.memorylast.net/manhattan-from-the-sky/#comments Sat, 29 May 2010 10:06:29 +0000 rainie http://www.memorylast.net/?p=131
I’ll pick up where I left off since I didn’t write much when I was in New York. New York was great but I’m not one of those people find themselves mind blown when they arrive. If you live in the suburbs, arriving in New York would be like walking into Jurassic Park. As a city person, I know how city life works. New York is exactly like Hong Kong, only neater. I don’t know about the rest of New York, I mostly hung out in Manhattan. We didn’t get around much because we woke up at 11 every morning and when my mom got up, she locked herself in the bathroom to do god knows what. I ended up having to wait for her so I slouched off on the couch watching Degrassi on Nick. You’d think that they’d have more TV shows in America but nope, the channels are filled with the most ridiculous teen comedies. I basically started my mornings with a daily dose of cliche teen woes like bulimia and teen pregnancy. Degrassi actually reminds me of Skins only it’s set in Canada and more family-friendly.

We visited most of the tourist attractions; Rockefeller Center, Times Square and Central Park. Central Park was snowed over so it didn’t look like a park. It did have a winter vibe to it, though. But I had to sacrifice the feeling from my toes to feel the Christmas spirit. I was wearing a pair of cheap ugg boot knock offs (my dad got them from a factory in China) and they weren’t exactly waterproof. So an hour of touring around Central Park was basically dumping bucketfuls of water onto my feet. Unless you wear knee high rain boots, it’s suicide. My feet were so cold and wet from the snow they practically grew icicles. We had to take refuge in the Apple Store or my toes would’ve fallen off.

I had to take the subway to get around the city (no fancy limos for me, unfortunately) and I had doubts about getting into that dingy boxcar. There was a large contingency of shady characters wearing gangsta hoodies and they kept their heads so low you couldn’t see their faces. These types of people always seem to be the ones that pull back their hoods and whip out a gun in the movies, which is why I knew to stay clear of them. I managed to get out of there unscathed but it was still an unpleasant experience. I witnessed three skinny men who claimed that the world was going to end, they even proceeded to recite pages from the holy bible. You could tell that the guy sitting next to them was smothering the impulse to laugh. He kept shaking his head and then he turned to his friend and said, “I wish I brought an iPod.”

We also managed to watch two Broadway musicals in Time Square; Phantom of the Opera and Wicked. I liked Wicked more than Phantom, it was more light-hearted and easier to get. When I was watching Phantom of the Opera, I spent half my time trying to figure out what was going on. I get the gist of it, but the way they sang the dialogue like it was opera made it hard for me to hear. Instead of saying, “I’m about to eat this hamburger”, they would turn it into “Lalalala I aaaaam about to eeeaaat this hammmburrrrgerrrrrr oooh lalalalaa.” Now Wicked was more of a family-orientated musical, there were no creepy masked psychos trying to stalk girls. It’s about a green faced girl who befriends a popular blonde girl so it was something I could relate to on an intellectual level.

On Christmas day, we drove around New York with my cousin and his girlfriend. We ate lunch at The Palace and my cousin dutifully noted that Gossip Girl was filmed there. I don’t know how he knew that, I guess my 29-year-old male cousin watches Gossip Girl or something. He even asked me if I watched Gossip Girl and I said yeah (I’m a 15 year old teenage girl so that makes it acceptable). Then he said that his cousin, who’s a 32-year-old male, loves Gossip Girl. I couldn’t keep myself from imagining the two of them, a 29-year-old male and a 32-year-old male, discussing Gossip Girl at a bar or wherever middle-aged men hang out.

After lunch at The Palace, we went to Battery Park to look at the Statue of Liberty. All I can say about that experience is that I froze my butt off for a tiny black statue looming in the distance. I could hardly see a thing from where I was standing. We stood there, staring at this tiny black speck for 3 minutes until we decided that the tiny black speck was no longer worth our short attention span.

As nighttime drew near, we had our Christmas dinner to look forward to. My cousin doesn’t have a homey home because he lives like a college frat boy. I don’t even think he has a kitchen. So we couldn’t exactly grab a frozen turkey from the supermarket and bake it in his non-existent oven. All the Western restaurants were either fully booked or closed for the holidays so we had no choice but to go to Chinatown and eat soup dumplings for Christmas dinner. I wouldn’t put up with it because Chinese food for Christmas dinner is just blasphemous.

After 10 minutes of complaining on my part, we ended up eating our Christmas dinner in Little Italy instead (Little Italy is right next to Chinatown despite the geographical inaccuracy). The Italian restaurant was your stereotypical Italian place; black and white checkered floors, yellow wallpaper and shiny red countertops. We ordered soup, spaghetti bolognese and chicken but we forgot about the Italians and their affinity for large food proportions. The waiters came out with huge plates of spaghetti and meatballs the size of my fist. As we ate, a band comprising of two aging Italian men played over us in the dim light. The family sitting next to us requested they sing ‘White Christmas’, so they sang ‘White Christmas’ while strumming away at their banjos. The Christmas atmosphere was great, much better than sitting in a run down Chinese restaurant eating soup dumplings. After we ate, talked, laughed and abused each other in the friendly way we do, we heaved our bloated stomachs out of there. My dad was so full; his already fat stomach was fatter than usual. He had to unbutton his jeans to keep himself from bursting at the seams.

The day we left, my cousin ordered a car for us (it wasn’t a limo, just your average sedan car. I’m not upper east side enough for that). The doorman helped us load our luggage onto the car. Just as I was about to get on, the doorman came up to me and did that thing African American guys do with their ‘brothers’. Like when you jump up to someone and bump them? I don’t know if this is your typical day-to-day American life but it was weird all the same. Don’t you only do those kinds of things with your guy friends, like your homies? Anyway, he did the body bump thing and said, “You’re leaving us?” I was like uh yeah I guess. I don’t know what I should’ve said, I barely knew the guy and there he was getting over affectionate on me.

Well, here I am. Back in the land of the normal where people don’t talk to strangers or exchange small talk when they’re in the elevator. You just stare at your feet and hope no one notices your awkwardness.

Also if you haven’t noticed already, new layout! Took me ages to get this done. It’s cross browser compatible and everything. It even looked decent in IE6 the last time I checked but you never know when IE6 decides to make your layout go haywire again.]]> http://www.memorylast.net/manhattan-from-the-sky/feed/ Happy Birthday to Me http://www.memorylast.net/happy-birthday-to-me/ http://www.memorylast.net/happy-birthday-to-me/#comments Mon, 21 Dec 2009 18:51:25 +0000 rainie http://www.memorylast.net/?p=121
When I arrived in New York yesterday morning (or maybe it was the day before yesterday, because frankly, I have no idea what day it is today), I was feeling groggy and disorientated from the 15 hour flight. My limbs were all cramped up from being crammed in a tiny seat for 15 hours. I take back what I said about flights being fun, because they’re far from it. I was listening to The Hunger Games on audiobook in attempt to fall asleep to the monotonous voices. And when I finally managed to succumb to sweet slumber, the audiobook kept on blaring in my head and then I was startled into semi-consciousness. It’s like falling asleep to the television. You’re on the sofa watching Powerpuff Girls and you dose off, but after a few minutes Mojojojo goes “I AM MOJOJOJO” and you wake up to a hypnic jerk and you’re like “HUH? WHAT?!”

The moment I stepped out of that airport, I was greeted by the icy winds of New York City. It felt like hundreds of daggers being pierced through my skin and ice cubes forced through my ears and into my head. I literally experienced a brain freeze. It was until a while later did I realize that this December has been New York’s coldest winter in 75 years. The year I come to New York, it decides to set the record of coldest winter to date? I mean, I’m Asian. I’m from Hong Kong. I don’t do -10 celcius winters. Even the New Yorkers were bundled up in scarves and down jackets. If they find it cold, you can imagine how cold I was. Everyone knows that I’m the frailest person ever.

I celebrated my birthday twice. On my ‘official’ birthday, my parents took me to a Japanese restaurant called Nobu. And on my celebratory birthday, we went to a steakhouse with my cousins to have T-Bone steaks. The booming Italian waiters sang ‘Happy Birthday’ at the top of their voices while carrying a plate of cheesecake with a flaming candle planted in it. My dad got me a pair of Sony headphones and my mom bought me a load of random tidbits. I might take a photo of everything later. The rest of them still owe me presents. They obviously haven’t heard of my loan shark reputation.

]]> http://www.memorylast.net/happy-birthday-to-me/feed/ New York is Calling http://www.memorylast.net/new-york-is-calling/ http://www.memorylast.net/new-york-is-calling/#comments Mon, 14 Dec 2009 12:13:00 +0000 rainie http://www.memorylast.net/?p=120
My parents have to shell out a lot of money this Christmas. When my mom heard about the tipping system, she was spewing profanities for hours, “I don’t care how rich those bastards are, I’m not paying 10% service charge!” When I get back to Hong Kong, they’re going to make me live off leftovers for a month. “After spending so much money on that crap in New York, we can’t afford those Premium US Steaks you insist on eating everyday.”

So I’m going to post my Christmas/Birthday list here, and basically, you read it, you buy it. And I’m subtly hinting people I know in real life to buy something on the list. HINT HINT. Plus I’ve sorted the list into two sections to make it easier for you all. Just in case you all think I’m a self centered narcissist, it’s my Birthday AND Christmas so I should be entitled to better gifts. It would be like Jack Black and Oprah giving birth to a baby, by combining their genetic qualities, you’d get a big fat daddy of a kid.

LIST FOR RICH BASTARDS

  1. Desperate Housewives Season 3 on DVD
  2. Avatar: The Last Airbender (Book 1-3) on DVD
  3. Smallville Season 1 on DVD
  4. Guitar Hero III (Wii)
  5. The Beatles: Rock Band (Wii)
  6. Super Smash Bros Brawl (Wii)
  7. The Sims 3: World Adventures
  8. Harajuku Lovers Fragrance Music Eau de Toilette Spray

LIST FOR CHEAP PEOPLE

  1. PageOne Gift Card
  2. Moleskine (18-month weekly planner)
  3. Tokidoki - The Moofia
  4. Sea-Monkeys from Toys R Us
  5. Sharpie Fine-Tip Permanent Markers, 24-Pack Assorted Colors
  6. Skittles Lip Smackers
  7. Mood ring that looks like this
  8. Cold Stone Ice Cream Parlor Mix Jelly Belly (Jelly Beans)
  9. Humping Dog USB
]]> http://www.memorylast.net/new-york-is-calling/feed/ Jingle Bells Batman Smells http://www.memorylast.net/jingle-bells-batman-smells/ http://www.memorylast.net/jingle-bells-batman-smells/#comments Wed, 25 Nov 2009 07:41:46 +0000 rainie http://www.memorylast.net/?p=118
Like sometimes I wish we had Christmas activities at school like “draw a fat bearded man on an A3 piece of paper” instead of “create a perfectly measured ribbon wrapper according to the Pythagorean theorem”, but only the Primary kids get to do all the fun stuff. WHAT HAS THIS WORLD COME TO. This is what happens when the Maths department is filled with imbeciles. How come the Primary kids get cool things like Fruit Day and they get to eat fruits, like the whole day and the Secondary people have lame things like Pi Day where you don’t even get pie? This is the definition of social inequality.

The only thing I’m looking forward to is going to New York, which isn’t even ~definite~ yet because my dad is thoroughly pissed off right now, even though he’s all the way in Australia. Apparently people can get pissed at you in a whole different country.

I made 4 brushes today because I’m home sick and I have nothing else better to do. One of them look a bit blurry because the scanner scanned it all wrong, so yeah.


Photoshop | Stamps


Photoshop | Stamps


Photoshop | Stamps


Photoshop | Stamps

Or go to the brushes section to download.

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