I’ve found that some days, life gets a little heavy- assignments, boredom, stress, that exam block that comes up right after you’ve finished your last term. Sometimes, you need just a few things in your head that can resuscitate those fried braincells for a tiny bit. For example,
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…
Dear 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/
Continue readingI have always been, am and will be a pure Swiftie. I HAVE BEEN LISTENING TO HER SINCE I WAS BORN.
No, I haven’t, I’m not that old.
TAYLOR SWIFT ISN’T OLD EITHER, THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT, I PROMISE.
I had been hoping she would somehow, miraculously perform close to where I lived since the moment I shifted to Australia, it being an influential music industry and all. And when my phone tinged with a promise of her landing on Sydney’s sunny shores in February 2024, I was ecstatic. I was bouncing off the walls, so very, very sure that we’d get tickets because I had signed up to whatever membership required to be able to access presale and general sale tickets. I even briefed my father on his mission, and he cancelled all his work calls on both days. My mum promised to log into Ticketek at her workplace, because according to the news, about a minimum of 4 million people would pounce on a ticket availability of only 450,000.
Continue readingEver been to an escape room before?
It’s just too bad that my first one happened to be a horror-themed nightmare.
LITERALLY. I THINK I SUFFERED A MINOR HEART ATTACK.
Continue readingI always did wonder approximately how old my school was…
Well, I got my answer…with this!
And concluded it was ANCIENT.
Continue readingSo, have you guys ever experienced a blackout?
Well, I’m sure some of you have…
But I hadn’t, for some strange reason, WHICH I WAS PERFECTLY FINE WITH.
Up until 4 days ago, when I experienced my first blackout and power-cut.
Continue readingEver since we moved, I had been tasked with completing household chores. The umpteen lectures on “responsibility” and “independence” were finally being put into practice. As our new house needed cleaning, and “everyone needed to do their part” (Guess who said THAT☹), I was very unjustly coaxed, convinced, and cajoled into vacuuming with promises of free time soon, which graduated into later, which metamorphosed into the next day, and then I stopped asking altogether.
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