Lately, there’s been an onslaught of news about plane crashes. Not just an isolated incident- a strange pattern. Different countries, different airlines, different reasons, but the same quiet fear that rises every time.
Continue readingAdmittedly, even as a slightly obsessed MOA, STAY and an individual who stans about a thousand other groups, when the movie came out on Netflix- I genuinely didn’t think I would watch it. With a name as such, it seemed more fit for Em, so I wasn’t THAT hyped for its release- it was more of a movie I consigned to the back of my mind in the list of things I’ll watch after my list of 500 other shows. Then, it came out, my friends began raving about it, I ended up watching it, and it’s been the third time and I’m still screaming out the songs, crying over RuJinu and sporting heart eyes very much like the Huntrix girls when they first saw the Saja Boys.
Continue readingRun.
I like running.
I like how the wind feels in my lungs, flowing in and out, brushing out against my face. It’s salty, my master says this is what makes the air good.
I like the grass too. It grows up to my stomach and makes a funny noise when I run in it. It’s for grazing, I’m told. I don’t know what that is, but the sheep eat it a lot.
I do an important job, I watch. Run in circles and circles. I like my job. The sheep are fluffy and there are some in the sky too. I can’t round them up. But sometimes I see some invisible thing in the sky do it. Master says it is our ancestors in the sky, I overheard him talking to Johnny.
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Paedyn Gray and Kai Azer return to the Kingdom of Ilya…
And Paedyn has a life-altering choice to make. Whatever she decides will determine her fate—and the fate of those around her—forever.
In the ultimate battle of love and loyalty, who wins?
Now, as all of you have probably observed, my posts have been growing further and further apart as the bane of the education system saps me of creativity and vivid thinking.
In less dramatic terms, Year 10 sucks, Social Sciences are the next bunch of subjects I’m going to throw a party for when I say goodbye and English teachers need to stop saying “there are no wrong answers” when my practice papers say otherwise…
Be that as it will, something strange did happen. After failing a Geography exam, I spent two whole seconds grieving the non-existent loss of cartographic talent then proceeded to scream in utter joy and hysterically laugh, the realisation that this was one of the last Social Sciences exams I’ll ever fail hitting me in full force.
Continue readingthe sky is streaked
white trying to mix into the deep violet
turning into a soft blue
wait.
this isn’t right
Continue readingLife’s interesting, you know? As much as you can mentally prepare yourself for a moment, that at first seems so daunting, when the expectation is succeeded, you don’t know how to feel. You were so caught up, so paralysed by the negative outcomes and how to cope, that you forgot how to live.
It’s crazy, isn’t it? A simple phrase. “I’m sorry.” Words that seem minuscule, insignificant, yet carry so much meaning. We were taught these words, “please, sorry thank you” ever since we knew how to speak, and despite this, they still stab like a knife in the heart.
But that’s life, right? What we’re always told. “Life’s hard. Life’s not fair. Deal with it.” Truth be told, it is hard to deal with it. So much history, so much time, and in the end, it all seems to have gone to waste.
Fueled by dangerous winds, changing directions and incredibly dry conditions, wildfires were kickstarted across various parts of Los Angeles last week. The Eaton and Palisades fires are still actively raging through greater Los Angeles, and a new onslaught of Santa Ana winds is expected to bring extreme wildfire danger to Southern California.
Santa Ana refers to a strong hot dry foehn wind from the north, northeast, or east in southern California(Merriam-Webster).
Continue readingOh 2024, what a wonderful time,
An amalgamation of scares, fails and sleepless nights,
From AI blunders to political gaffes,
You had us all rolling in utter delight.
Continue readingDear 11-year-old self,
As I found myself reminiscing over the memories and nightmares stemming from a whirlpool I have now been yanked out of, one which I lovingly termed Junior High School, a notification popped up on my phone, a mere number of days after my 15th birthday. “Write a letter back to your 11-year-old self” was the event set, created on April 10, 2021, the day when you published your very first blog after months of deliberation, apprehension and stringent editing, courtesy of Mum. So, here I am today, your older, wiser, more experienced and far more scarred persona, writing a letter back to you, answering all those questions you had no answers for back then. Consider it a testament to the time capsule you created, a reminder of the straightforward, joyful childhood I wish I could return to. Guess what, it’s now three years until your graduation, darling, and time is slipping away like a flowing river, never slowing down.
Remember?
https://miliscape.com/dear-15-year-old-self/
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