Reflection
Last night around 2 AM, I found myself staring at yet another abandoned project. This time it was a half-finished maintenance note. The file was right there, about 70% complete, sitting untouched for three weeks. And it hit me - I do this ALL. THE. TIME. I'm a
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Day 31 (Mar 10): Finally cleaned the outside of the balcony door today. Can't believe I waited so long to do it... I've been seeing everything through a dirty filter until now. Also threw out all those paper boxes that had been piling up forever. Cleaned
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Day 21 (Feb 28): Felt good. Day 22 (Mar 1): My 18th B-day countdown just started. Gave myself a rest today. Day 23 (Mar 2): Been productive. Disappointed in Firefox. Day 24 (Mar 3): Productive. In-car lesson. Day 25 (Mar 4): Productive. In-car lesson. Day 26 (Mar 5): Productive. Passed
I found them while decluttering my room. A stack of university brochures buried under years of dust and forgotten dreams. They were heavier than I remembered, these glossy pages that once held my future. As I pulled them out one by one, memories flooded back. I remember the excitement at
That feeling when you're trying your best to make a place feel like home? I've been doing that my entire life, moving from one place to another, constantly relocating like a wandering soul. Every single time, a new place becomes your shelter, your sanctuary, your everything.
I never planned to be the president of our high school's photography club. In fact, I thought it was boring—just another one of those clubs trapped by people who seemed to lack any fresh ideas. The Grand Vision It all started on March 2024 when I had
Living rent-free in my head.
Day 11 (Feb 18): Good night sleep. Got up early without frustration. Significant progress (halfway through) on the BDE course. Spent more times on books. Day 12 (Feb 19): Expect to finish the BDE course by the end of tomorrow. Started enslaving machines to help with housework. Questioning the timing,
I found them while decluttering my room. A stack of university brochures buried under years of dust and forgotten dreams. They were heavier than I remembered, these glossy pages that once held my future. As I pulled them out one by one, memories flooded back. I remember the excitement at
Day 2 (Feb 9): Woke up a but later than yesterday but still better than my old schedule. Feeling tired but pushed through my morning routine. Need to work on my water intake, efficient time management, and healthy diet. I still don't eat on time. Need to stop
Life's biggest dreams can start from something as simple as a housing crisis. One day you're dealing with an impossible rent increase, and the next thing you know, you're deep into YouTube videos about people living their best lives in converted vans. The whole
Today marks the beginning of my Project 50 journey, and I couldn't have picked a better time to start. Having graduated high school a semester early, I'm in this unique transition period where life is simultaneously busy and flexible. Between planning campus visits, preparing for my
That feeling when you're trying your best to make a place feel like home? I've been doing that my entire life, moving from one place to another, constantly relocating like a wandering soul. Every single time, a new place becomes your shelter, your sanctuary, your everything.
I went grocery shopping this evening after spending way too much time reading about the whole U.S. tariffs situation online. It's weird how something you read about can suddenly make you see your everyday routine differently. The grocery store was busier than usual for a Monday evening.
I often hear people compliment my English proficiency. They're usually just impressed by my accent, but little do they know what's really going on in my head. The truth is, I can manage to go through complex technical documentations, write programming code, and craft formal emails.
I never planned to be the president of our high school's photography club. In fact, I thought it was boring—just another one of those clubs trapped by people who seemed to lack any fresh ideas. The Grand Vision It all started on March 2024 when I had
You know your life has hit a peculiar low when your grocery list starts looking like a cry for help. * instant ramen (lots of it) * granola bars * frozen pizza * ... This isn't the kind of list my mom would approve of, but then again, this isn't the
Montréal The adventure begins with a few dents. 💡This is written after the visit on 26 Aug, 2023. The grand clock face of Toronto's Union Station mocked me with its punctuality. It was departure time for Montréal, and my backpack, heavier than usual with the weight of a
My blog has been a labour of love. The reason for closing down the last blog was due to some personal reasons and the need for me to reposition and reassess the content of my blog. I have made the decision not to recover or migrate the blogs I have