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12 July,
2026




Super happy to see my prints alive, and happy (hairy) birthday!












11 July,
2026



Omg, I've kind of forgotten how good it felt to have a chill dinner out with friends. After working in nightlife for almost a year, it's like a parallel universe I'm LARPing into, embracing normie life. Then I saw this ad for a tattoo shop; I'm not going crazy yet. The brutality in tenderness is dangerous, and so is the tenderness in brutality. 













10 July,
2026 The manifestation videos I watched are definitely misleading for the universe, I need a little detox. But a good sign is that I'm receiving expected messages, except it's not targeted or tailored well enough according to my needs. I'll try harder.
(｢• ω •)｢





























9 July,
2026 Another fun day!




Screening Moroco vs France at work.













Saw a dog that’s kinda giving David Bowie!









Text from men on hinge again, babes, worth a laugh, no?








8 July,
2026 (You know, sometimes I'm even surprised by myself — how much I can do in one day, and how little I can do in one day. Bruh.)

Photoshoot with Neda and Nina.

Heart-shaped hair sent to situationship.

Spotted DNA spray on the street, speculating if I spray it, will I turn Dutch?

Once I wake up early, the world looks funnier to me — is it good or is it bad? (lol)






















































So I printed the shirt of Kim K crying (see the 19th June post) onto a shirt — funny — then I wore it to work. I didn't cry that day, fortunately.


































Luck is with me if I'm productive, learnt from experience, the output balances the interior chaos.














Recently I'm in love with drinking rosé. It can go super good or super bad, and I love that.




Riri's "Only Girl in the World" blasting in the background while biking from A to B nowadays. And red is extra sexyyyyyyyyyy & witchyyyyyyyy.
(ゝз╹)












7 July,
2026



🗣️THE BEST FRIES IN TOWN: at Subcult



























Mysterious notebook with mysterious text found in Kriterion


casual drink
casual fitting
casual photo/video















6 July,
2026 Printed a birthday gift for dear Monica.

Then improvised the gloves with already-printed images, which turned out perfect. I'm getting more and more precise now that I'm using a small heat press, surprised at how I adjust to the different scale of image-making, and how A4 is such a perfect reference for how I see things.








































5 July,
2026




bikinis seen on pride month magazine by Club Raum <3




















I recorded two girls talking (not ethical, but I can't help it, I felt heard) while I was finishing up the last chapter. I feel like it's their first date, some slightly awkward but flirty questions. What can go wrong when two baddies are enjoying their time?  (ˆ⌣ˆ)ε｀●) #wlw











3 July,
2026 Speaking of being casual.
This is not me but good to know.

















Touch grass makes much more sense to me now, but only metaphorically, I’m still not a very “Nature” person. Anyways good to be outside the room.

She is so fun wth, I literally read all her post today.







2 July,
2026






It's only been a year since I've been outside of school, how come I feel such immense discomfort that it's making me antisocial? The Burger King fries are still gold in Arnhem Centraal. I kind of miss that. I should see how many points I still have on my account. Now I'm slowly becoming a guru in shaking cocktails. I used to say my life is basically centered around alcohol, and this part of me never changes, only now I'm more often behind the bar than facing it.

























1 July,
2026
















I had this idea of starting to make a living room series, but more staged — such as posing and standing on the table, being casual — more about how mundanity infiltrates the spectacle, rather than showing the personality of this specific living room, and how I relate to the image, and how the photographed bodies relate to each other. Quick idea as a starting point, in a way to dig from the past: places I lived and still accessible, places I lived but not accessible, places I haven't lived that I make accessible, places I haven't lived that I can't make accessible. The methodology is not to recreate them, but to stimulate the attachment and detachment while experiencing the conflicting sense of accessibility.

#lifeisgood #?













29, 30 June,
2026 So I circled back to tattoos and illustrations, doodles, sketches — whatever I want to call it — done by hand, pen, and paper. Such a decision was made quicker than I thought, before comprehension, before consequence evaluation. This time I embraced my intuition, sincerely, unaware, unfiltered. I almost cried reading Fanny Howe's prose in a cafe, my eyes red, heated by the estrangement of feelings, as if being a child. I have never belittled myself, not in a sense that involved competition, not in a sense that meritocracy defines the value of a name. If I dare to give my feelings a name, if it is nameable, if I aim to speak for the complete, if my feelings are ever complete, if I feel my feelings, if my feelings are mine. Someone told me if Genever sits long enough it turns bronze-colored whiskey, then one asks to taste as if they are a pedophile — could you bring a 5-year-old, a 10-year-old, a 17-year-old, etc., etc. I'm late to feel the impact of her words, I'm running late on all sorts of occasions, and occasionally just on time. Her words traveled with me in the blizzard, planes delayed at Schiphol airport, orange lights flashing on the track that I mistook for sunset — the exact same color as the title on the book cover, the last chapter titled Bewilderment. I enjoy repeating it silently, as if the act of repetition charms me into understanding, then I'm lost in the wild again, the wildness in my dreams, dissociative, deeper down the threshold. I'm taking an escalator with a friend's boyfriend — this friend has palm-sized tattoos, asymmetrical, over her knees. My friend's boyfriend is wearing a crossbody bag; we were talking about Audition, the square tables in the chain döner shop resembling the diner in the film. I only had 100 euros on me, then I spent 60 euros on 4 cocktails, 20 euros on a bottle of wine. Then I stayed up till 5 AM in the morning, because I had to catch the train at 7 AM. Brussels-Midi was a mess.












28 June,
2026




















26 , 27 June,
2026 The day too warm, I can’t even keep my own promises, my neighbors are loud, I sit like a freak at the kids’ corner in the public library, kids are curious creatures, at least they are not on their screens. Kids are violent, they invade spaces, they live in a different dimension. Small kids in particular, they weaponize their innocence, while recollecting how I developed into the current shell, I simply don’t understand how one twist it’s core and then they produce some juice, sweet, bitter or staggering pain, I would rather saw off the heel than cut my toes to fit in shoes that mother bought me. 









25 June,
2026

How did this happen, the first book I picked up, the first page I turned to have the word that  literally is what I’m busy with right now, it reminds me of a stanza I wrote in April.








Dropping off @drm.unit
















24 June,
2026 How unsettling, this cherry with its cock.
I recommend estrogen.
The pure mundanity is what I despise,
yet still you shower, still you crawl into bed, retreating each night into the interior.
I hear your words echoing through the tissues in my brain.
How I wish you were not dead.




























23 June,
2026


Reading a work-in-progress text for a friend and for myself. I need to do more cardio, losing breath reading 3k words at once.






My ring is morphing into something dangerously  mesmerizing, I've found a new toy to play with for quite a while, utterly sustainable.










22 June,
2026

Making hot plans for next summer 2027! 
@thecrookedstudio













21 June,
2026
@garagenoord
@klub.krai


Sudoku on a slow-cooking afternoon. The cig packaging socks are alive and thriving. I’ve been sober for about 12 hours and just had a white wine. I thought about the hairband I broke last night, I flushed it down the toilet. I feel strangely happy about it. I’m back in touch with reality, pushing against the fear and smothering horror I usually impose on myself. I’m cognitively nurturing my wellbeing. I count to nine, close my eyes, and ask: should I become the person I describe myself as?














20 June,
2026

I love checking my spam box, hidden gems.  ( ͡°- ͡°)
















19 June,
2026

<- me at work












18 June,
2026

















Dressing Danielle & Faysal
@1646
@the_real_dubblldanielle
@wherethehasbeen















17 June,
2026

I'm really in love with my printer → Charlie (scroll to: 27 May) is my angel.

I finally got time to scan my notebook: found some mysterious texts I wrote with no context whatsoever. I don't understand them at all: who, what, where, why, and how. I used to analyze my handwriting and concluded that it falls somewhere between intentionally childish and intentionally sophisticated. 
I should actually start making my own font (yet another side quest).

The scanner is so sharp, wtf. I remember I paid 27 euros for scanning in 300 dpi at a printerette for a 10-page zine. If I had had my printer back then, I could have bought another bottle of wine with that.

(▀̿Ĺ̯▀̿ ̿)  

They are good stencils for tattoos 
— very no-brainer tat (?)
#no-brainer-forever














不知道:
I don’t know
















































清醒:
sober

































































































会不会哪一天我找到了
梦里所寻之物/事/人
我就不再醒来

“香槟金”
年轻女人（母亲吗？）去找她
电影院   排队中:
Will there come a day when I finally find 
what I have been searching for in dreams — a thing, a place, a person 
I will never wake again

“champagne gold”
a young woman (a mother?) go find her
cinema      waiting in line










之前: 
Previously













































这样也没什么不好的:
There’s nothing wrong with that.







































我还会再相信吗，相信不可能的事，不存在的人:
Will I ever believe again, in the impossible, in people who don’t exist





























































































































16 June,
2026 Dressing Danielle.
I was blasting Donatella on my way home.




















15 June,
2026 Weekly marathon printing day 
went to my favorite bar before closing, I love a drink after work!


  1. Ace
  2. Casual & Faye Valentine
  3. Blue cig packaging
  4. Myself & wine
  5. Casualmaxxing?


Excuse my laziness 
I've decided not to print copies by hand, only unique pieces. Although subconsciously it's been there for a while, but this is the first time saying it out loud

































































10-12 June,
2026


Unedited lecture notes:
Allegories of Desire.
Excuse the messy spelling and disorganization lol.


Vermillion times four.
I copied El Greco’s painting back in high school.
My wine opener now hangs like Jesus.





























9 June,
2026 faye valentine bitmap invert skirt

















casual shorts














yolo tights





















7 June,
2026





This is the image I used to print the lace socks, visible up close.















6 June,
2026 green frog
cream clock
dream talk
screen shot
rain drop
train stop
moon walk
game pause
Chenin blanc
main hall
brain rot
swan song 
Marcel Proust

   

 












3 June,
2026I begin doodling while listening to Tao Lin’s presentation of Microsoft paintings from 10 years ago on YouTube.  This is my favorite.



Then I was listening to Shu Lea Cheang talking about the re-release of Fresh Kill. She (or they) dodged the question about New Queer Cinema. I’m still doing side quest research on Y2K Sinophone lesbian/queer films and that term was coined around the same time. She answered it smartly, I feel, even if it didn’t satisfy the interviewer. Her work has always been “ahead of its time”, but new then and new now feel fractured. A new generation always exists before conscious awareness, in perpetual arrival.

n echo of human nature in speculative observation: spicier to me. Roleplaying myself into that universe is the closest I can get to a brain fuck. I cannot wait for this planet to get more dystopian. Maybe in my 50s I will OD on a brainwave synchronizer or dream-hacking device or whatever wires the brain and get totally electrified — meltdown + OBE, super mega goodbye spiraling up into the void like a deflated balloon. 

This anonymous Ming dynasty person (Shakespeare time) already engraved my last words on the epitaph: Nonsense. Never coming back.
The gauging embodiment of “Neo-depressionism”. I care about my health, I care about my mental health, I care about healthcare. 

Switching between the Alchemist, the Inquirer, and the Sage — as a way to practice empathy by asking open-ended questions that might lead me toward radical self-acceptance instead of self-loathing.  I want to be more open about what I want. I shouldn’t run away from it. Then, in a prophetic awakening, the horse(s)/Centaur will be tamed in tenderness, no longer chasing me aggressively. She asks: Has your daily life changed in any surprising or positive ways? What questions are you afraid to ask? What attempts have you made to balance witnessing and participating, even unwittingly?

It is truly a disappointment that I can’t recall the specific words spoken directly to me. They remain untouchable: on the edge of a cliff, across a dark turbulent ocean strangling the globe.

Then an animated toilet cleaner ad comes on. 

I pour myself more Oatly matcha drink. Recently I’m addicted to these optimized capitalistic branded trash drinks. The thick aftertaste would piss off my hygienist for sure.  Sorry, but I can relate to buffed dudes taking protein as food or incel men drinking Monsters like water. I’m finally drinking more water after I started biking. I used to be such a camel — smoking Camel Blues and absorbing water from coffee.

Then Fran Lebowitz queued up the next video, talking about why not to go to writing courses, NYU students, 80s NewYork, no phone so no one could reach her, reading Sunday newspaper the whole week, frying the interviewer red as Manitas de Cerdo. Writers I adore must be great comedians too. Different flavours, different scent, different speed in being funny. 

I’m not a true TJ person even though diagnosed INTJ twice. I still see myself as INTP. So no elaborate Excel sheet of analysis, more like Venn diagrams with curved lines for Human Nature. Some cut shares and become shareholders, some keep their share like Cher in Hacks, quoted: “I don’t want to do it.”

























1 June, 
2026Happy Pride Month
Happy Birthday
Happy New Year
Happy Valentine’s Day
Happy Labor Day
Happy Easter
Happy Halloween
Happy Mid-Autumn Festival
Merry Christmas

I am happy today.
I am very happy today.
I am happy for being happy today.
I wish I could be as happy as I am today.
Happy should be happy for me.


The OG local McDonald’s is the place to be. They’re great at gatekeeping their toilet.


Dream lingerie top

I hated this magenta print so much before and was extremely embarrassed to display it together with the other items I was selling at pop-up markets. It’s so not my color palette, I don’t understand what I was thinking when I made it. I remember it was a selfie I took in a club in Beijing a long time ago with my broken iPhone X. But now it feels a little better. The busier print helps distract from that big block of magenta.














Handle with care
I’m watching a dream
I’ll never wake up from
Faye Valentine with a gun
Biker shorts

Pop Porn by System Olympia is the perfect afternoon playlist for me. Her vocals feel like a warm cuddle mixed with the Suzuki motorcycle girl in the red leather jacket downstairs in front of the studio door. She was giggling intensely with the engines off and stayed for almost 3 hours. I would usually sit in a car as long as possible to avoid overstimulation, but she seems intentional. We’ve developed a non-verbal, non-physical, non-spiritual kind of intimacy. Her jacket must be warm. Watching her from above, I associate her with someone who would want to tattoo “breathe” in script but instead misspell it as “breath.” Of course, she eventually left with another girl with chestnut curly hair who was laughing and screaming the Dutch word for cooking with a heavy Russian accent. With my limited Dutch, that’s the only word I could pick up.







cleaner than the previous one, with more control over the placement
the grid is doing a lot of great work here









successful tryout with inverted bitmap greyscale: Faye Valentine holding a gun, more ephemeral and surreal, non-confrontational, but she still stares back at you

















31 May, 2026
I'm glad I bought this wine from @rebelwinesamsterdam, in tune with Valse Sentimentale, Op. 51, No. 6 playing in the background 
after a busy week and a cozy day with a full moon, I'm flowing with the month of Gemini.

Honestly, so delighted to see my friend wearing my prints! Made me feel I made something special — special in a sense that a part of my mind becomes a part of their body and a part of their life. It's not that deep, not that complicated, but it's more intimate beyond words in a daily, mundane context: about how one keeps something with them, about how one breaks them, about how one cares and ignores them, about how one keeps a secret, about how one brags about something they own.










30 May,
2026 Highlight of the market: 
@plantake Dok
@ganok.amsterdam
@local.gr0oup



"Life" lmao 
a "Life" backpack








You know what, I'm gonna print faces of these dead (French) philosophers — Foucault, Barthes, Lacan, etc. etc.
(for the branding lol)






















28 May,
2026 google map welcomed me home








































27 May,
2026



I mean I have my own sublimation printer now (finally!)
so it can be Charli  
the third randomized letter from the 10 numbers + 26 alphabet sequence lands on X, and the regional/manufacturing batch code identifier is XC


after 2 hours talking back and forth 
this is my angel reincarnated
I love u 
so u should love me back!












btw I finally got a bike.
after all that 15 euro stolen bike in front of Pamela has put me through.
It’s blue. I like the color blue.













26 May,
2026

This manual labor is keeping me sane.
I love passing out drunk after work.
No dreams tonight.

d( > _・ )


1. Perfect socks
2. I Heart Question Mark socks



















































Digi-diary archives the mundane part of my life and my work.
It starts here at midnight on May 26, 2026.
Updates will be posted on IG monthly.