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  • I just had to try vibecoding!

    When Ethan Mollick wrote about vibecoding, I knew I had to test it myself. The first project I had in mind was to make a Tetris embedded in my website, which visitors can play. When I couldn’t refine the game such that it would (1) have a leaderboard and (2) allow the user to speed… Read more


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  • Work from home, electronic screens, and trouble sleeping

    I wrote the original post here in August 2020. It’s been ten years since I first used f.lux (from Windows to MacOS)—I first installed the app on my new laptop as a fifth-year engineering student in 2015. So, if you see me typing on my yellow-lit screen at this hour, you will understand why. Blue… Read more


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  • The things we hide

    So we hide away the unpleasant, like crumbs under the bed, thinking that putting away the hurt makes the hurt go away. But they never go away. They would only chew bit by bit the sanity we try to hold. Until we break. Read more


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  • Late-night musings #27

    Our cat follows a strict schedule and lets us know incessantly in a varied presentation from gentle meows to unabashed screams. Without our cat, we could easily sleep in throughout the day. We’re just glad he is around to keep us rolling. Read more


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  • Exhilaration of youth

    Now I know what 60km/hr feels like against my skin after riding on a motorbike under city street lights and towering buildings. While the speed fed my adrenaline and made me want more, being in the middle of cars and buses made me feel like I was having a death wish—a kiss with something dangerous… Read more


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  • Slave to what?

    There are so many things we could wrap ourselves in: And the list goes on and on and on. You are a slave to what you choose to obey. Read more


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  • Still left me empty

    Want to know the perfect metaphor for modern self-help? It’s a billion-dollar industry teaching us how to love ourselves while making it impossible to love each other. It’s a massive machine that runs on loneliness, powered by isolation, fueled by disconnection. It’s the ultimate expression of late-stage capitalism: the commodification of human completion. The Great… Read more


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