Archive for 2017

I still remember the time when my classmates and I were reading about instruments and units used to measure physical quantities. Those six-graders were a bit disappointed when told we couldn't measure certain things in life. Sixth graders or not maybe a lot of us might be excited to measure things that aren't possible to. And so was I. But little did I know, sometimes, I would want such measurements to exist so bad.

memories of us laughing kept rewinding within myself,

echoes of the sound kept hitting my eardrums in a slow motion.

Hi, reader!

For this week, I thought about sharing some of my November captures and moments. I thought about experimenting this for a change. Due to my schedule, I couldn't complete the drafts (woo.. there are plenty of them!) this week so I thought about posting something different.

swirls & geometrics,

interlocked together.

forming maps of unimaginable,
abstract paragraphs,

and visuals from the randomness.

warmer than the sunlight every morning,

yellow is what I try to be.

If I have to begin by where and when we first met, I'll have to apologize because I can't recall when we did.

For this week, I have a special post. It's a short true story ending with something exciting! // at least I think it is.

This week, I'm going back to school // actually It's time for my college to begin. How exciting, right? // maybe. I've been on a gap year for a year and now it feels weird to tell myself that I should be getting ready for school (wooo, now college) tomorrow. Although I'm a bit scared, I'm super excited to finally go to a college and attend classes of what I want to study.

But being honest, one of the thing that excites me about the college is that I'm keeping a college journal now and I can't get my hands to work on it. I have been thinking about this for a while and Yay! this is finally happening. I'll be tracking my "college stuff", to-do-s, classes overviews, and maybe even more because I'm doing a bullet journal.

black is the absence of colour.

purple is the absence of green.

thoughts

are like the tangled roots of an old tree or maybe like the birds that wander around the sky. You are trapped by the recurring curiosity of your roots or an idea that flies inside your mind like a bird.

a step closer and it ends here today,

the story that kept me awake for months.

I have a habit of stacking notebooks on the pile of notebooks that I recently bought just because they were super aesthetic. And later I'd just question myself, "what to do with them?" Duh. They're too cute to be used.

Near Paiiyu, Parbat.

the smell of fresh air,
a glint of sunlight,
& the leafless trees.

This series has been more like a diary to me. Whenever I feel like pouring something, I dive right here and plan for a proper blog post. *evil-yet-not-so-evil laugh*

raining | 15th July '17

knock! knock!
I'm the sea that drenched your umbrella last night.
thought I'd drop by to meet you.
and look, you haven't gotten up yet.

20th July '17

Did I just get out on a self-date?

I'm usually all by myself. And if I could count on that, I'm always on a self-date. But today's story is a bit different. I felt like I was treating myself right and had an amazing time alone. I'm definitely not someone who likes to be all by myself but if I don't happen to spend some time by myself, I think I go crazy for some reason. Lastly, answering my self-question, YES, I went out on a self-date!

Those tiny spaces between our hands are now measured in miles.

I still remember the last nail polish you wore. But those pastel blue won't hit my memory anymore after I get a fork to have my dinner alone. And trust me, I had never felt so quiet in years; could even hear the water dripping from the tap.

For few days, I will be making coffee for two people. Not just because I'm used to making one for you.

Cause guess what?