So, I'm not sure if I did wake up at some time in this dream, or if I woke up in the dream whilst still being in a dream. I'll still consider it being "in the dream". I'm not sure when this dream really starts, there was a lot in it, and it's starting to fade fast as I begin writing this. At some point, I'm in what looks like my elementary classroom from third grade, but it's a university classroo » Continue Reading
"Tears From The Compound Eye" - Boards of Canada (2005) As I get closer to leaving my hometown—and my country—the realization of my finite time I have left here set in. A lot of time sitting around doing nothing but watching. I wander this town, trying to observe it from every space possible—I want to make sure I see it » Continue Reading
"Italian leather Sofa" - CAKE (1996) Some photographs I've taken over time with an old point-and-click. See the world as I've seen it » Continue Reading
"Narcolepsy" - Third Eye Blind (1997) Went out with some old friends for an evening of catching up—took some pictures with one of my old point-and-clicks whilst we were at it. I had my iPod playing aloud through a speaker, and let the night-shaded town make our plans for us. Don » Continue Reading
I almost forgot to write this, so my memory of it had become a bit more faded. I was in university, but it was more like a dream-version of my high school in terms of layout. It felt like the first early weeks of high school where we all had to find our ways around the school with a paper telling us what room numbers we had to go to. It turned out my dream-university-high-schoo » Continue Reading
I ended up missing my post for last week due to the already massive workload I've taken on with university. I'm teetering on the last bit of becoming majorly burnt out only a couple weeks in, but it happens. I was able to finish a ton of stuff in that time. One thing I was most proud of was making a visual guide for my radio club, so now anyone should be able to use the radio station without fail.... » Continue Reading
Y'know what I really hate? Like, really really hate. Jobs that look at themselves as your main priority in life. They want all your time with no regard for you as a person who has a life. That's about every job though. This same thing can apply to university classes. Starting on the 25th, or Monday of this week, I had officially begun my third year of university. Congrats, me! You've made it th... » Continue Reading
Ah, the final summer blog post of 2025. I'm not too sure what to write. There's an overwhelming feeling of excitement for the upcoming semester. I already spent a couple hours on campus today with the other officers of my club. We were out looking for a new club room. Just being around them made me feel so much better. It's like all that griping about loneliness from the last twelve weeks meant no... » Continue Reading
「シャングリラ 幸せだって叫んでくれよ」— "Shangri-La, shout that you’re happy for me." I usually have lyrics bouncing around in my head. It's what I do as someone who has lived majority of my life as a musician now–even if I don't play my instruments very often anymore. I used to be quite into it, where everyday was some kind of practice or jam session. Sometimes I even played li » Continue Reading
Several years ago, I was lucky enough to find out that TheWayBackMachine had archived my deviantART page back in 2012. What was even cooler was that the save it had archived one of those old "deviantART Questioonnaires" that everyone was sick and tired of. » Continue Reading
This week existed, and I basically only went outside to feed the local stray cat and take out the garbage. Oops. I've mostly been addicted to wplace.live, like the rest of the internet. Here's what I've done so far! We have: The Medic from Team Fortress 2 (Technically The Healer from Gang Garrison 2) Kamen Rider Faiz Luigi Konata Izumi from L » Continue Reading
I contemplated putting my dream from the fourth up here, because it was a simple one, but also very heavy. Got into an argument with my father because he was claiming he was the main character of reality, turned into a shouting match. This is because he screamed at me for turning on a light to talk to him because it put his life in danger from an apparent shooter on the loose. Then I thought my mo... » Continue Reading
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