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Matcha and adzuki bean mochi after a tasty omakase.
OMG UR BLOG AND PHOTOS ARE SO CUTEEE!! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ lowkey makes me wanna pick up photography again lol
AHH OH MY GOODNESS THANK YOU!!!!
Yes, you should absolutely pick it back up again— scrolling back through everything is so fun!!!
I'd love to see your photography (♡ω♡ ) ~♪
Delicious snack restock of my bag. I know it's for pins, but I don't have enough, so it's a snack window now ╮(. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)╭
Cleaned up my room— it seems like everyone is enjoying it ☆☆☆
A mocha for the coming midterms... Let's hope it all goes well.
The plants by my windowsill, named Mari and Twoey. Hopefully the recent warm weather is nicer for them.
UR SO CUTE I LOVE YOU MORE MWAH MWAH
Omg....
I miss the girl I used to be
[QUEST COMPLETE!]
Eat delicious food to ease the ache of life.
Was it worth it?
+ 0 EXP
+ 0.5 KG
- $17.99
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Lunch at a Viet café with my friend Ellaine! It was our first time meeting in person, but we talked for hours while playing UNO. She's so fun, it feels like we could really talk about any topic forever!
Can't wait for next time. (人*´∀｀)｡*ﾟ+
Valentine's Day - 2
There's a cute café near the arcade that's licensed to sell both Uji and Yamabuki matcha, so I took Sen there. We got a crème-brûlée flavoured mille-crepe cake and an oreo parfait to share, while Sen got his matcha and I enjoyed a warm hot chocolate.
It felt like forever since we last met up, so I couldn't be more thankful that we're seeing each other tomorrow, too. He really likes that tendon place near my house, so maybe I can treat him? Or should we could go get curry, as it's really satiating, and can also come with tempura..? I'm not sure...
Valentine's Day - 1
Sen and I went out today. He's really good at arcade games for some reason, so we went to play Taiko and some air hockey! His score in Taiko was insane... I guess that's why 王(king) is a radical in his name. Meanwhile, I'm named after some silly artsy things...
They think I'm busy and enigmatic and unavailable but I just can't control myself and keep eating foods that give me digestive issues
Lately, I've been distracted with all sorts of things-- I want to write, animate, code, game-- everything but schoolwork appeals to me.
Though I try to push for productivity, what really call to me are the self-led projects.
Every time I lose motivation, I find myself saying, "it's okay, I can always become a journalist." "I still have my music to keep me afloat!" "maybe I can drop out and make an indie game." "If I just get enough money to invest in Nvidia..." Feckless attempts at leaving hard work for comfort-- I know I'll never survive thinking like that.
I just need to hold out for a few more years, and maybe, I'll be comfortable enough to pursue passion...
School air is unbearable... Let me out of here! I want to sip drinks with heart-shaped ice!! I want to take a warm nap in the softest pajamas! I want to pet a cat!!!
No matter how much comfort food I treat myself to these days, I always wake up the next day feeling the same.
Maybe it's the world telling me to just lock in and work without caring...
(´д｀、)
I've been feeling incredibly homesick for the past three weeks. Maybe it's the ten-hour school days, the unfamiliarity of turning 18, or the gloom of a snowless winter-- there's no telling.
Food doesn't taste good anymore, every room is too silent or too loud, and even waking up feeling rested seems like a distant memory.
I miss the french toast from the bakery I grew up in. I miss my mom's food. I miss my dog. I miss my boyfriend.
Why does it all feel so distant even though it's just an hour away?
So many plans made for after finals, but no idea how to get through said finals.
Can't I just skip to the part where I go to karaoke, skating, and cafe hopping? December 13th seems so far away...
My new friend group makes me so happy. We're all so cute together-- Four girls from different regions all over East Asia, somehow meeting in one class in Vancouver. Hanging out with them feels like I'm living in a webcomic. It'll be fun to spend more time with them, once we're through everything...
I'd like to highlight some of the notebook designs from my fundraiser:
As usual ALL PROCEEDS from my shop are for my best friend who is Palestinian. The extra income will help him support his friends and family in Palestine and around the rest of the Levant who are being hurt directly and/or financially by the attacks on Gaza, the raids and economic devastation in the West Bank and the collateral damage in surrounding countries. He will donate anything his family doesn't need to the Palestinian charities he works with.
You can find my shop HERE. To see a design on different products click on the display product and scroll down or go here to browse by design. Designs are available on many other products too (stickers, pins and shirts being the most popular).
Thank you to everyone who has helped out so far! We greatly appreciate all the support, and we hope you are enjoying your purchases.
poetry every day. day 11
things i’ve been missing
i wish that i could dream about you forever
maybe it could become a reality
never say never
you’re the main thing that i’m missing
the way we get so close to kissing
all those unfinished conversations
how we’d get into complications
you’re the main thing i’ve been missing
those eyes that guided mine
taking your clothes off in my mind
you were my hyper coloured crush
i hate how you never rushed
i saw that as a sign
that you don’t want to be mine
so my honesty will only stay in a dream
because there you can never leave
you’re the main thing i’ve been missing
and i’ve been thinking
have you been missing me?
poetry every day. DAY 10
my god
my god has a hidden sunset in her smile
and when she sees you try hard and struggle
she makes it worth while
and my god is a bisexual
with one crooked eye
she dresses so casual
with big hips and white lies
she sleeps in the mountains
she cries to the moon
she’s sick of men doubting
they thinks she’s up to no good
my god oh my god
she never sleeps
her wallpaper pulled apart
as she hides in between the walls
i see her in the corner of my eyes when i cannot breathe
my god is pretty
and so much smarter than me
i prayed to her last night
as she appeared in my dream
she told me it’s alright
as she lifted my self eestem
i know that one day
she’ll no longer be real
but until then
my god my god
she helps me heal
// i don’t think i like this one it’s just a bit meh but idk. :))
poetry every day. day 8
This is June
a collaboration of all generations
we came together to suffer
i spent my days awake in my bedroom
calling and crying to my mother
we all prayed to god
but we said the wrong name
i prayed that nothing will be the same as early days
we scream loud to the rich deaf choir
as they sleep soundly in the quiet
i sometimes wish i wasn’t so blind
for i am holding back my power in my vulnerable times
this love isn’t defiant
but true love ends in violence
but this is life
this is june
this is fine
this is youth.
poetry every day. day 7
DONALD TRUMP TRIED TO STEAL A BABY
WE LET HIM TAKE IT BECAUSE OF MEMES
// i’ve got such a bad headache.
POETRY every DAY. Day 6
friend.
she waited for me for hours
sat in a field pulling apart the flowers
and im sure you could look at that as a metaphor
but nothing is that serious when it’s about her
we talked about her boyfriend and how she liked girls
we talked about how i feel disconnected from the world
we laughed till our jaws were in pain
but i knew then life wouldn’t be the same
and we smoked till our lungs turned sour
we didn’t realise the time
we had been there for hours
talking about life
and how we wanted to leave
it felt weird as my heart was on my sleeve
and i finally felt like i could breathe.
we said our goodbyes
and now i’m home
and for the first time i don’t feel so alone
// went outside for the first time for days to sit in a field with a friend (social distanced obvs) and we spoke for hours about almost everything. dark deep stuff but in a positive light. i feel so normal now.
poetry every day. day 5
dad.
how can a father hide so much shame.
as he distanced himself from his soon to be child
he didn’t think about my future pain.
as he calls his sons mother seven years later
to scream and complain
that his soon “to be solider” enjoyed taking part in ballet
as of now i’m living my teens
people say i’ve got his face.
i just count myself lucky
that i don’t have his brain,
as he calls me monthly to talk about his busy day.
how can a father show so much shame
even though he lives so far away
he didn’t think twice whether i was the one to feel so guilty
all the things he could have taught me
the only lesson given
is a demonstration
on how a father
shouldn’t
be.
//yeah happy father’s day :/ i don’t know if its okay to be this open and vulnerable on tumblr tbh i’m still kinda new to all this but yaaa. masculinity is overrated. i’m taking all the issues revolving around my dad and turning them into lessons and as a guide on what a man should and mostly shouldn’t be.
poetry every day. day 4
untitled.
there was a war so many years ago
we all came together
the young and the old
how havent you heard ?
it’s the saddest story told
but is it true? it can’t be true?
listen to what they’re telling you!
the streets were covered in broken historical statues
because we all decided this big city needs new rules.
all our mothers cry
because it seems we’re never to young to die.
we’re never to young to die.
whoever said that life is a privilege
must have been white.
i’m ashamed.
i’m afraid.
hoping the right kind of people make it to the other side
we are strong enough to survive
i want the next chapter
i want everybody to have rights
i want everybody to shine a better light.
but we are never to young to die.
// it’s difficult to put all the sympathy in words. i feel ashamed. i feel angry.