I should've known this semester would feel like walking a tightrope that keeps moving with the wind. I've got four midterms next week, with two of them this coming Monday. Yet I'm here, writing my first ever blog post.
Maybe, this is my brain's version of denial. Or perhaps it's because when everything feels unstable, I need to make sense of it somehow. So this is me, putting words where my stress should be, hoping someone out there reads this and goes, "Yeah, I feel that too."
This past month has already felt like a balancing act of its own, switching between problem sets, deadlines, and organisations like it's nothing. But weirdly, it's also when I feel the most alive. It's like volatility itself has become my baseline.
Scrolling through the news this morning, I came across something that perfectly matched my mood: OpenAI making a massive move alongside AMD to power its AI infrastructure and compete with NVIDIA directly. On the surface, it's just a story about chips. But looking further into it, it's about adapting under pressure. NVIDIA's been the undisputed king for years. Now OpenAI and AMD are stepping in, adding a mystery variable to the game. Suddenly, what was stable isn't anymore.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is what life feels like right now. When you're under pressure, when the old ways stop working, you either adapt, or straight up overheat. There's something eerily poetic about this headline coming out today of all days. The tech world is optimising, recalibrating itself to survive.
And here I am, doing the same thing, switching between equations and essays like GPU tasks. It's scary, I agree. But volatility isn't always bad, sometimes it's proof that you're pushing to the absolute limit. Either that, or I'm yapping.
So yeah, maybe I should be studying for those midterms right now, but this writing and reflecting, this is also part of learning. This is me choosing to ride the chaos instead of being swallowed by it. In this blog, I won't pretend I have clarity every time. I'll give you unfiltered drafts of my mind. Maybe next week, the tightrope steadies...or maybe I just learn how to dance on it.