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69 books read (2025)

18 books thrown across the room (DNF)

29 finished books

21 books being read

40 books dusting in the shelves

why personal website in the year of the lorde 2025?
I'd be lying if I say I don't know. But the truth is, I never learned how to do a personal website event when friendster was still a thing and I let someone else do all the designing things for me.

Then tumblr came out for my generation and I made my very first personal website and I'm pretty sure it barely works with the amount of personalization and random codes I fed the backend but I didn't really mind it.

Now though, I just don't want to put the most vulnerable parts of myself for a corporation to exploit. I want to flourish in a small, almost-forgotten section of the internet where all the things I love is something to behold.

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latest ramblings
Something has been happening to me and I’m not quite sure what to name it. It’s a mix of melancholia, of nostalgia, of words seeping into my mind as if trying to ascertain whether it should let me remember it or speak of it. There’s a hit of joy that I was able to experience something but also an attached sadness that it is forever gone.

It usually happens when I cannot write it down. I’m not sure if I feared my own self, my own memories in writing because I know she is flawed and all the things might say may be wrong or confusing and not at all comprehensively artistic in flow.

It’s when I ride motors across the new city I live in, a sizable city I always knew I would live in but sometimes I feel its world it is small even when I’m crushed by the knowledge that I have absolutely no one to rely on in this wretched city that has its own rules and faults.

There are more times where I let myself stare into nothingness and have thoughts swirling in my head, like blood rushing until I am almost pumping myself into an anxiety attack and when I reach for the pen, it is gone.