No one had been to this sacred place in years. She shouldn’t have gone to the old lighthouse, not alone, on a night where danger lurked around shadowed corners and ominous whispers permeated the very essence of the air. One could never know what happened under the stifling blanket of darkness.
Continue readingWeeks have started to feel different lately. When I was younger, I would groan about how slow the week goes, and how many more years I would have to deal with the boring monotony of the same routine over and over again. Now, they disappear before I even realise it. I’ll look up, and it’s Friday, and I’ll proceed to panic over how little I’ve done and wonder what even happened in all the days in between- I can barely remember what I’ve done daily.
Maybe it’s because life is so full. School, friends, work, volunteering, hobbies, studying- there’s always something on. And packed days blur together- or maybe the Earth’s spinning faster…
Or maybe it’s because I’m changing, growing older, more aware of how temporary things can feel. An endless year has turned into a marathon- and you want to hold onto late-night conversations, dumb inside jokes, even the stressful days- just a little bit tighter.
Maybe it’s because another one of my friends just graduated and I thought, “When did four years till graduation turn into a year and two months until Year 12?”
No one knows whether time will slow down again. Perhaps it isn’t supposed to. Maybe learning to notice the moments while they’re happening, instead of missing them when they’re gone, is the trick we’re all looking for.
Signing off…
Hello and good morning (night because I’m about to fall asleep from academic burnout) to my dearest readers,
I’m here to present to you…
Drumroll, please…
An unhinged song from the recesses of my fried braincells!
An ode to our wonderful education system and the joy it brings me to be a student!
And of course, a list of things I forget to do while studying myself!!!
So, without further ado…
Let’s begin!
Continue readingShe wakes at five, in linen white,
To a window kissed with glowing morning light,
Her life is soft, her steps are small,
She drinks her matcha, journals it all.
Continue readingLately, 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?
