Chezter's Records

After a few more rounds of debating whether or not to add yet another silly little feature to my website, I finally ended up deleting the Notes API.

What am I doing with my life?

The cinema doors had finally opened, and the crowd that had been waiting outside for what seems to be like a good few minutes to almost an hour slowly filtered into the theatre.

The curtains of my bedroom are rarely open these days.

I had received three calls last Monday, July 20, each from a different friend, and each arriving at a random time throughout the day, though I wasn’t particularly busy.

“I understand you’re frustrated and specifically asking for human support.

Page after page turned, and I found myself simply staring and pondering at the statement I had found more than a hundred pages in: “It isn’t a life that would satisfy everybody.”

I finally had the courage to delete all your photos today.

I already knew how The Truman Show was going to end.

Last night, I found myself with nothing else to do, and it suddenly hit me how long it had been since I felt that way.

The first time I had watched La La Land, I thought it would just be another cutesy love story between two characters with a musical sequence as a way to tell its story.

The sky had stopped crying today.

The car scene really got to me.

My phone buzzed against the desk, screen lighting up in the dim room.

I got completely carried away.

I’ve been thinking about a lot lately, and somewhere along the way I realized that this kind of thinking has almost become a privilege these days that it’s seriously gotten a bit concerning.

Ban minors from social media?

Hello everybody!

The distant coffee machine hums faintly, and the air carries that particular mustiness of old paper and binding glue, with a hint of coffee aroma.

There is a particular quiet that settles into a house once the morning commute disappears, and the children are in school across the street.

I lost my fish a month ago.

I had this long dream last night that, at the time, made absolutely zero sense.

Disclaimer: This blog is rather technical for the general audience but I’ll try to explain most of it as I go.

It’s funny how Men’s Mental Health Month suddenly gets so much love online, not because anyone actually cares about men’s mental health, but because it conveniently lands right when Pride Month does.

Somewhere along the road between having to ask my friends their contribution for this month’s Apple Music subscription, and finding where I should procure my own share of the pay, I found myself simply sitting in disbelief.

What do I do with the rest of my life?

This is my first ever blog post.