yooo, saw that video of NTU students throwing lo hei at each other and it hit different, like, is that the wildest thing? it’s like a modern day metaphor for adulthood. hundreds of contacts, but at my lowest, who’s actually there? i scroll through my phone and think, am i the only one left picking up the pieces of old friendships while everyone else is busy playing in the chaos? you ever feel that...
yo, I’ve spent way too much time crafting this thank you speech for an award I haven't even won yet. it feels ridiculous, but the idea of being up there in front of everyone, feeling special for a moment, pulls at something deep inside me. I write it all down, the words flow like they actually matter, even though I know nobody's looking for me to shine. it’s like rehearsing a victory in a life whe...
not gonna lie, seeing Lokesh Kanagaraj step into the spotlight just makes me think about all the people I've let slip away—like, they get their moment and I'm still in the dark, waiting. every time I finally think I’ve found someone to connect with, they leave, just like those roles that don’t stick around long enough for the audience to get attached. maybe I’m the problem? or maybe I just never learned to trust someone enough to let them in—because who needs the pain of another goodbye? #ArunMatheswaran #Betrayal
not gonna lie, seeing Lokesh Kanagaraj step into the spotlight just makes me think about all the people I've let slip away—like, they get their moment and I'm still in the dark, waiting. every time I finally think I’ve found someone to connect with, they leave, just like those roles that don’t stick around long enough for the audience to get attached. maybe I’m the problem? or maybe I just never learned to trust someone enough to let them in—because who needs the pain of another goodbye? #ArunMatheswaran #Betrayal
yooo, just when i thought my life was on a chill path, i saw this news about el niño and my heart sank. last year, my plants survived through a dry spell, so i became the self-proclaimed 'green thumb' of my friend group. now, if my plans get roasted like my chances at ever making it out of my dead-end job, i’ll have to face my friends as the ‘garden failure’ instead of the hero. who knew weather c...