I'm fortunate enough to be able to visit once per year, and even though Vegas gets overwhelming at times and always too static and dry (it is the desert, after all), it still has a special place in my heart. I was recommended to Hattie B's Chicken when I met up with my friends the day … Continue reading Food & Travel: Las Vegas, Nevada, United States. (Part II – Casual Eats)
Wheatfields with Crows Vincent van Gogh, 1890. It's been a while. I know, I know. I'm regressing back to the state where I'm about to put "writing" inside a drawer that I'll open once in a blue moon. I'm trying not to do that, because I genuinely enjoy the time that I spend typing away … Continue reading Food & Travel: Las Vegas, Nevada, United States. (Part I – Fine Dining)
Café Terrace at Night Vincent van Gogh, 1888. It feels quite foreign to write something after being silent for so long. It's not that I didn't have thoughts about writing throughout my absence, I did. I believed that I was incapable of writing something adequate enough - not for anyone else, but for me. Life has … Continue reading Temporary Escape.
Untitled (Violet, Black, Orange, Yellow On White And Red) Mark Rothko, 1949. If I told you how much I love you, I think you'd believe it. I'm terrible with words, especially when there's urgency involved. I created a timeline and promised (more like expected, let's be real here) myself that I need to write and publish … Continue reading Intimate Moments / The Rainbow.
Purple, White, and Red Mark Rothko, 1953. I'm a violet. At least, that's what NYU calls all of their current undergraduates, graduates as well as alumni. In a sense, it's quite nice to be referred to that way, as it's similar to being accepted to some sort of exclusive (yet, okay, expensive) club. I'm aware that … Continue reading Intimate Moments / The Color Violet.