Hello reader. I want to tell you why I’m here, and why you’re here (because you know, he who has a why, can bear any how). A long time ago, I used…
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Rethinking my sense of freedom
It’s been a week since I’ve been back in Toronto from my 5 month long journey. It feels like I never left, but I still wonder what has changed – in my…
Do you search for inspiration? Or do you create without it?
I was struggling to figure out what to write for today, but I think I’ll just write about something that’s just been on my mind last night and today. Instead of that…
MONA – The Best Damn Art Museum in the World
Have you ever heard of Hobart? Neither did I. Until one day I heard about an eccentric multi-millionaire who decided to build an art museum in the side of a cliff on…
Designer, Educator, Dancer, Photographer
What I learned from trying to do 1000 push ups
Today, my body feels really sore. Specifically, my pectoralis and my abdominals. It’s been a while since I last felt so sore, and all because of this obnoxious brown guy named Ramit Sethi. I recently signed up for his email course on how to 20x my potential. He was talking about Navy Seal training and how intense it was. Jokingly I thought to myself, I can do about 40-60 push ups in one go, is he going to make me 800-1200 push ups then? Lo and behold, the first day’s challenge was to do 1000 push ups and to hold a 21 minute plank. Surprisingly, I wasn’t that surprised. I half-expected it. I knew about some high school kid in Scarborough who regularly did that many push ups in a day. So, naturally, I just tried it.
From Nayoro back to Tokyo
Osaka, Tokyo, and Hakodate
While in Kyoto, I had a three hour trip to Osaka, where I happened to meet some bgirls practicing at OCAT station! We had takoyaki and went to DuckTail before finally leaving for Tokyo. There, I visited the Studio Ghibli Museum, and had the most delicious shabu shabu and sukiyaki. I was there for the day before heading on to Sendai for an evening, which was an adventure as well! I arrived and actually hadn’t booked anything in advance, and I hoped there would be something nearby.
Kyoto & Arashiyama
Saying Goodbye
Saying goodbye reminds me a lot of what it’s like being at a funeral. At a funeral, you shed all of your inhibitions that block you from expressing your love for the dearly departed. And everyone else at a funeral is like you, looking to absolve themselves of the things they wish they had said, feeling lighter after shedding that dead weight on their souls.