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Category: Daily
My daily commute, whatsapp chat history, Evernote notes, random ideas, or countless saved pictures on my phone. Every bit of everyday, any RGBs and hex codes along the way.
Like Us
The first image of the supermassive black hole is blur.
Made from scraps and bits of failure and experiments.
With a lot of help.
Come from the hands of flawed human beings.
It’s the product of love and curiosity.
The result of patiently looking for the unknown and the uncertainties.
The sky once feared for it can be dark and cold.
But somehow, it can also be warm and contains hope.
That’s exactly like us.
The image cannot be more beautiful than it is.
The Wishlist
I think, a lot of people listed ‘reading more books’ as one of their New Year’s goals. In my personal opinions, reading is always good. I often get overwhelmed by people who reads heavy materials as their common read and I also used to judge people by their books (who doesn’t?). But as I grow older, I thought someone who still gives a slot on their day for books is always the best kind of people. At least, they are trying to be one.
Though I don’t have the luxury of buying books randomly anymore, I do keep an update of the books I want to read. From graphic novels to
Helplessly Wander
It might be the umpteenth time you’ve read it but I will still write it: it’s been awhile since I wrote here. This time, it’s not because I’ve been busy or depressed. Fyi, I still
I might pass December without any post here, but when the invoice of my hosting and domain came through the mail last week, I started reading the last thing I post.
And I, have blown away.
It’s still a wonder what did I think when I wrote this.
Then, here I am again, writing.
Read moreSome Words in Paper
For the longest time, I want to write letters to others. It’s a dream comes true that I finally can do it with the power of social media :))
One time, my friend asked me how have I been? A simple gesture which maybe means nothing to her, but for me, means a lot at that time. I know the feeling of being asked at the right time can means that you still needed. There is someone who still wanting to know your whereabouts and asking you to tell your story.
A human connection. Even in this digital era, can do a lot of things. So awhile ago, inspired by my own writing and thoughts, I asked a simple question (with not so simple answers) to my friends on the internet.