Idea first: The big idea is that I want to make things draggable. Mostly.

It comes from my own behavior: whenever I see a cute item on a website, I immediately try to interact with it. I just grab it. Most of the time it doesn’t do anything, so I end up saving the image, inspecting the element, or pinning it on Pinterest — and then forgetting about it a week later.

So yeah, that.

Also, when I was designing my homepage, my almost-5-year-old niece was absolutely fascinated by it. She would look really closely at the tiny items hiding in the panorama background image and remember little things about them — like my awkward clay sculptures or a hand drawing she made that I stuck on the wall. She loves those “find the hidden objects” kind of games.

So I thought — why not make something fun, interactive, and personal? Something full of memories.

All the items I used to make the icons and pins are things either lying around my room or random objects from my past that I’d forgotten until I went through thousands of old photos on my phone looking for ideas. So yeah, it is what it is now. (Kinda imagining her squealing when she sees this.)

Next: Look for more images and stuff on my phone for the panorama background and pins.

I realized I take a shit ton of trivial photos — mostly because I find them funny in the moment. But going through them again was actually fun, and I ended up editing a few.

Finally: ChatGPT the heck out of scripting and shit and then migrate a few entries from my old WordPress to the new blog. It’s already looking pretty yummy. Though, knowing me, I might wake up tomorrow and decide to try something else entirely…

I learnt that it’s hard-asswork optimizing a website for mobile and tablet. I’ve been using Visual Studio Code and slowly picking up bits and pieces about how an HTML file actually works.

From what I understand, you basically cast a role for every visible element in the file — using classes and IDs. Their behavior is directed by the JavaScript — the director-slash-screenwriter — while their appearance and the look of their environment are styled by the CSS — the art director-slash-costume designer-slash-prop master-slash-director of photography.

Then, when it’s shooting day, you call each crew member to do their job. When the camera’s rolling, that’s basically the HTML file recording the footage and projecting it onto the website we see.

A well-prepared performance, really.

(Yeah, I work in film, so that’s my conclusion.)

I’ll keep this short. It’s past midnight already.

Peace out!

I should really try to put my words down and start journaling for real before my memories betray me.

(Why is it that my serious, poetic thoughts only come when I’m half-asleep? Then morning comes, and I wake up as someone else. Life is unnecessarily busy for my cheesy, whimsical persona.)

Anyway, let’s begin before I get distracted and forget the hell out of everything again.

I started experimenting with blogging a while ago. Tried almost every platform that popped up in search results. But only recently did I find one I actually want to stick with.

I’ve always wanted to materialize my messy stream of consciousness into tangible matters. When words feel cheap, I doodle; when that’s not enough, I take photos, film things, make random visual stuff. Whatever the hell it’s for? Well, I’ve been trying to put the answer to that into words, also.

Here comes my clumsy attempt…

I create for a simple purpose — to explore what it means to be human.

(Yeah, someday, future me will look back and cringe the hell out of it, I know. Because all past-tense stuff is cringe.)

And by that, I don’t mean I’m against non-human intelligence. I actually use AI for almost everything I do for work.

I’m not a native English speaker, but I love the language. So of course: “Help me polish this entry, ChatGPT!”

I know nothing about coding, but I still want my own page that feels like me, down to the tiniest detail. I go around, do some research, observe what other people do, and then, obviously, I ChatGPT. The knowledge actually stays with me — I end up knowing more and becoming richer, thanks to it.

I hereby acknowledge my ignorance — there’s just too much I don’t know, too many things I want to make, too many random skills I want to learn. Forever a learner.

Wait, what was I even saying? Look at me rambling. Oh right — I’m excited about this new thing of building my own website.

I’ve tried a bunch of platforms before — Cargo, Wix, Readymag — but none of them felt right. Something was missing, but I couldn’t even tell what. Well, you don’t know what you don’t know.

Now I’ve finally found a platform that gives me total freedom. I even started building a kind of workflow for blogging.

Yes, a WORKFLOW. I’m all about efficiency, baby.

So I just finished the design of my homepage, and now I’m jumping into the child pages. After all that, I’ll be able to just focus on the ordeal of writing itself.

(I’m into other stuff too — photos, films, whatever — but right now I just want to build the habit of writing.)

Yeah, that’s it! I think I found what I felt was missing before — the habit of writing, and the forming of it.

Those sites that give you freedom in designing always come with a fee (I’m not against paying, but why do I have to pay before even getting to know what I’m paying for…), and also, everywhere I look, it’s all about e-commerce — feels like everything’s about selling something now.

And that extends to social media too. Honestly — fuck Facebook, fuck Instagram. I can’t focus on my friends’ stories anymore (if we can even call them “stories” — nowadays they use “content,” and “story” is what to be expired within 24 hours. WTF? Really? What’s the point of it?)

Scroll, ad, scroll, sponsored post, scroll again, more online shops.

Half the time I spend on social media is just hiding ads, not actually enjoying anything. So the whole process of creating something on social media turns into the sole purpose of someone selling something. How twisted is that? Then I ask myself, what the hell am I doing here? I don’t belong here :))

What did they do? Social media used to feel real — personal, intimate, full of deep thoughts and feelings from actual people. Now it’s just noise. The kind of noise I can’t or want to, for the life of me, enjoy or comprehend. Feels pointless.

Anyway, I should stop here before I ramble more.

Note to self: explore that question — “What does it mean to be human?” (To be continued in the next episode, haha.)