Originality is Exhausting. And Maybe That's the Point
Originality feels impossible when everything is a remix. Here's how I stay honest, weird, and creative in a world drowning in copies.
My Thoughts
This place is dark. It used to be suicidal, but I’ve added trampolines. Everyone should have trampolines. 🗺 Location: Undisclosed coordinates. Only accessible between 9PM-12MN and emotional flashbacks. You don’t go here. You spiral into it. Bring snacks. 🕒 Operating Hours: 24/7. Closed during productive meetings. Opens fully during
Everyone Needs a Trampoline
Hi. I’m thrilled to be here, mainly because I didn’t jump off a building last week. That’s a win. That’s my bar now. Some people wake up and chase excellence and hustle shit. I wake up and go, “Not today, gravity.” We’ve all seen the
If Beige Is Healing, Why Do I Still Cry in Zara?
Beige was supposed to be healing. Then I cried into a 2,000-peso cardigan while a mannequin judged me. A love letter to emotional breakdowns in neutral tones.
I’d Share My Work, But Then I’d Have to Make Eye Contact.
I’ve been doing this for a while now—writing, sketching, collecting half-thoughts like receipts in a Notes app graveyard. This isn’t me “starting.” This is me finally moving things from the shadows of my head into somewhere with actual gravity. A real place. A blog. Will people read
The Quiet Path: How to Hike Alone in the Philippines
Most people hike to escape the noise. But what if the trail is just as loud? In the Philippines, hiking is popular. Too popular. You expect silence. You find a crowd. You wanted to meet nature. Instead, you met 300 strangers taking selfies at the summit. Still, I keep hiking.
I have free time. But that doesn't mean I'm available.
Free time doesn’t always mean I’m free for everything. As an artist trying to heal and stay grounded, I’m learning that rest, quiet, and space matter just as much as work. It’s not personal. It’s just how I survive.
Productivity Without Peace Is Poison
I left to build a life I didn't need to escape from.