Mastering a new skill takes daily consistency, not overnight cramming â 15 mins a day beats 3hrs once a week every time. Keep showing up, progress will follow!
Craving bold flavors Try this authentic Thai green curry with creamy coconut milk, fresh Thai basil, and plump shrimpâtake your taste buds on a quick trip to Bangkok tonight!ïŒ
Just launched my âNow Listening:â Spotify playlistâ8 songs to start, new tracks every Friday.
Follow along if you want weekly indie/electronic gems. https://t.co/gclCDu9Wnm
I went to 8 concerts in 6 months.
Not for content. Not for clout.
Just because live music makes me feel alive â and I needed to write that down.
â Read the intro to my new series â
https://t.co/xnlCqFCJfP
As someone who bounces between Apple Music and Spotify, the contrast in their design always catches my eye.
Two takes, same era:
Apple Music leans into sleek minimalism, while Spotify goes bold with playful, graphic energy.
Which style matches your mood?đ€
I was spending 15 hours a week on Instagram Reels.
So I locked the app.
Bought a yearly ebook subscription.
Started writing again.
This is what I wrote after I quit drifting:
Iâm done being passive.
Iâm done watching other people build.This is the year I become obsessed â on purpose.
If youâve ever felt âtoo much,â or not focused enough â this might hit.
I just launched my Substack for free souls, creators, and people trying to get serious.
https://t.co/GgJZgKAXdw
Follow for more if this resonates.
Some moments change everything.
I used to root for Indiana.
So watching Haliburton go down tonight hit me way harder than I expected. That moment keeps replaying in my head like a trauma loop.
Some things just⊠happen.
You wish they didnât.
You wish you could rewind.
But they crash into your life like an unsolved mystery in a quiet town.
And from that moment on, youâre never quite the same.
I got injured once too.
Seven years ago.
But the sound of my knee snapping still replays in slow motion.
I thought someone pushed me as a prank â the pop was that loud.
I turned around, angry, looking for the person who did it.
But there was no one.
Just the faces of people watching me collapse.
That moment changed everything.
No matter how much Iâve healed, my kneeâs never been the same.
Every activity, every decision now comes with a silent recalculation:
Can I do this? Will it flare up again?
It follows me â like a shadow I never asked for.
So yeah, seeing Haliburton â who was on fire â go down in Game 7,
in the first quarter,
at the absolute peak of his momentum,
It wrecked me.
I donât know him. But I know that look.
That moment when you realize:
Nothing will ever be exactly like it was before.
I hope he heals.
I hope he gets to play free again.
And I hope the game is kind to him from now on.
#Pacers #NBAPlayoffs #Haliburton
iOS 26 is weird. Like, actually weird.
As a fresh design grad, I wanted to love it.
Instead, I got confused, curiousâand obsessed.
So I wrote the most honest thing I could.
Not expert analysis. Not hot takes.
Just what it feels like when UI shifts under your feet.
#WWDC25 #iOS26
https://t.co/gdKJ8YtJd0
Everyoneâs busy debating if iOS 26 is beautiful or just weird. But maybe thatâs not the real question. I looked into why Apple dropped this now â and why it might matter more than we think.
My writing contains the following:
1. iOS 26 feels new, bold, and⊠a little strange. Especially on phones. I wrote about why it still makes senseâkind of.
2. Apple skipped the AI talk and changed the UI instead. It feels weird now, but maybe this is how the next chapter starts.
3. Not sure how I feel about iOS 26 yet. So I tried to figure it out by writing through it.
4. Everyoneâs focusing on how it looks. I was more interested in why now, and what it means next.
5. As a new design grad, I didnât expect to care this much about UI instead of AI of iOS 26. But here we are.đ§
This album isnât just a listening experience; itâs a narrative. A soundscape. A movie without visuals.
And speaking of visuals, I couldnât resist imagining this album as an image: a woman, collapsed on the floor, stretching out her hand for salvation. A strange mix of vulnerability and defiance, clad in a sharp suitâboth powerful and broken. The sounds felt like a plea for rescue.
Curious? The image drops tomorrow.
Ethel Cainâs album felt like being haunted by a ghost I couldnât stop listening to. A curse? A prayer? I still canât decide.
Letâs start with the basics: this album is 9 tracks long, running a staggering 1 hour and 29 minutesâlonger than some movies. One of the tracks, âPulldrone,â spans 15 minutes, which is almost unimaginable in todayâs music landscape. But with Ethel Cain, you quickly realize: this isnât music you casually put on in the background. It demands your attention, like a film where every scene feels deliberate, every sound intentional.
The experience felt disorienting, so much so that I broke my own rule. Normally, I never look at lyrics while listening, but this time, I found myself glancing repeatedly, desperate to make sense of the whispers. Even then, the meaning eluded me. This album doesnât hand you answers; it pulls you into its world and forces you to sit with its discomfort.
By the time I reached âEthinne,â I could finally feel some of that tension ease. The sound remained intense, but the earlier grotesqueness had shifted into something almost cathartic. It felt like the storm was over, like everythingâevery scream, every struggleâwas moving toward resolution. And when the final track started with the words âIâll be alright,â it hit me: this was the point all along.