What do you do after the last exam of your could-have-been-last-semester (save for that manuscript that needs an overhaul)? Yea, that’s right, you binge-watch movies just like any mature millennial. No water, no food, no shower, no piss, yup- no shit. So to cap off this glorious day, I have compiled a list for the lost and adrift, served to cater to the familiar super … Continue reading 6 Films to Cap a Delayed Undergrad’s Semester
By creating a manifesto that has the following components: 1. That you will still seize your regular hours of sleep regardless of the amount of mistakes you’ve committed in a day. 2. That you will not throw yourself on a wall when you get home from an embarrassing interview or talk or confrontation. 3. That you will get back and continue to your daily routine … Continue reading How do you love yourself?
I’ve almost given up on writing. And the only reason why I would be pursuing this is because I want to train to be precise. And that’s exactly what writing does. It makes one precise (Warren, 2010). Continue reading Simply, yes.
“‘That woman Estelle,’” the note reads, “‘is partly the reason why George Sharp and I are separated today.’ Dirty crepe-de-Chine wrapper, hotel bar, Wilmington RR, 9:45 a.m. August Monday morning.” Since the note is in my notebook, it presumably has some meaning to me. I study it for a long while. At first I have only the most general notion of what I was doing … Continue reading On Keeping a Notebook (Joan Didion)
So a Quora question came in, and I just have to share my answer in this blog because it strikes a very personal chord in my life right now. Q: If I am going into computer science/software development for the money alone, will I thrive in it or not? A: No. Ever heard of that guy who was homeless but was taught how to code by a … Continue reading Why “making tons of money” is a bad motivation in learning how to code.
This is not good. I was told programming is only for the machines, but why do I find myself manipulated and programmed by every dragging hour? It’s a conundrum, a dead ball, a labyrinth in Meno’s kitchen. Of course Meno didn’t have a kitchen. I don’t even know who Meno is. But that’s the thing, it’s so.. confusing. For those who still don’t know (which … Continue reading I’m so emotionally involved.
From a very early age, perhaps the age of five or six, I knew that when I grew up I should be a writer. Between the ages of about seventeen and twenty-four I tried to abandon this idea, but I did so with the consciousness that I was outraging my true nature and that sooner or later I should have to settle down and write … Continue reading Why I Write (George Orwell)
There is no greater fear for a writer than to etch her first few words only to get arrested by the paralysis of her thoughts. In modern terms, this is called a block- an unfilled space caused by the suspension of one’s imagery which is often remedied by locomotion. In many cases however, a walk or a shower aren’t enough a palliative. Sometimes, even the … Continue reading Frustrated Writing
This society has no place for self proclamation. This is not anymore the time of lugals where a king can declare with all his sobriety, his gloriousness and be validated by the heavens. Hirohito, too, is not a god. That’s a World War II fact. And so today, the gurus advice against naming a blog before one’s self lest this self is a Kardashian or … Continue reading By Introspection