Zenosyne:  the sense that time is moving faster  (Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows) This is the last month of high school for me.  For most, time would be moving too slow, that they can't escape from high school fast enough. I look around and take in every moment to absorb that this is the last time I'll be a high schooler, not having to...

My friend and I have been jamming out to this for a while now, and I'd figured to share this to mark a point in my timeline as my high school graduation nears. This song is beautiful in terms of melody and lyrics. I hope you guys enjoy it. ...

Behind every show, artwork, spectacle is always a culmination of endless hours of sweat, tears, hardwork that people, as the audience, often forget or disregard. Performances are done to look effortless and with ease when in reality, there was nothing easy. Nothing good ever came with ease. Last month, I was part of my school talent show and spent most of the time...

Spring is almost here and I am revelling in whatever sunshine that I had missed from the winter cold. Above is an original typography work I've done from messing around with my new Adonit Jot Pro pen. I'll probably get around to doing more typography work in the future. Stay tuned! ...

Plot twist: that post title wasn't autocorrected. Essentially, this post is a photo dump of ducklings (photo credits to my mom) she saw on her travels. Enjoy. ...

Valentine's/Lunar New Year gift from a dear friend. She said the patterning reflects the Lunar New Year clothing. (Bless her precious soul.)            February is coming close to an end, which also marks the finale of my short-lived taste of independence. This past month has been full of self discoveries that, unfortunately, can easily be disregarded. I've taught myself...

Roux  /ro͞o/  {Early 19th century. Via French , 'browned' < Old French rous 'reddish brown' < Latin russus 'red']} There was a sudden urge to run across the placid blanket of snow, to watch in satisfaction as the slush of my boots dirty the untrodden paths with each step. The damage would feel irrevocable. Or so it would seem, until the snow waters...

Sometimes when I study as dry salty tears fall down my face, I listen to my waltz turn up playlist to make myself feel better. Or if I just feel void of emotion in general. In all honesty, I am a closet waltz music fan. It's not that I hide it- I've just never felt compelled to share it with others. There is...

It's Sunday night and here I am gloomily sitting on my bed, alternating between folding clothes and trying to type this out. My father and I had just dropped off my mom and my sister at the airport a few hours ago, and now here I am, feeling the most void than I have ever felt in my measly seventeen years of existence....

In the midst of a hectic exam week, I would like to reminisce of a time (beginning of the school semester really) that had been more serene, which was back when I had taken a Buddhist retreat up by a mountain cottage by the border of Quebec. Over a span of four days, I had meditated, read mantras and sutras, and had learned...