The Blue Tiger Blog

Title:  The Day My Words Reached City Hall Date: November 22, 2025 Today will stay with me for a long time — maybe for the rest of my life. I walked into the Office of the Mayor carrying something that started as nothing more than scribbles in my notebook. Messy lines. Late-night ideas. Scenes written between classes. Pages that came from moments of doubt, hope, frustration, and a fire inside me that refused to go out even when everything around me felt quiet. Those pages — those stories — somehow led me all the way to City Hall. When I stepped into that office for the first time, flags on each side, the city crest above me, halls that echoed with history and decisions bigger than any one person, I felt something shift. The air felt different. Calmer, but heavier in meaning. For the first time, I realized: My work was being recognized — not just by my circle, not just by my university, not just online — but by the city itself. I had the honour of meeting the Mayor of Mississau...

 If there’s one thing the last few years have taught me, it’s this: growth never happens in the comfortable moments. It happens in the chaos, the uncertainty, the “I don’t know how I’m going to do this” phases of life. I’ve learned that the hardest roads are often the ones that shape you the most. When I published my first book, I had no idea what I was doing. I was just a kid with a notebook, a pen, and a head full of ideas. And even when I doubted myself, I kept writing. When people told me it wouldn’t go anywhere, I still trusted the process. And today, looking back, that stubbornness became my strength. But something happened recently that really made everything hit me: Tomorrow, I’ll be meeting the Mayor of Mississauga. Just writing that feels unreal. I think back to the version of me who stayed up late writing chapters, editing lines over and over, wondering if anyone would ever even read my work. And now… moments like this remind me just how far I’ve actually come. It ...

 When people see a finished book, they usually see the cover first. They see the title. They see the accomplishment. But what they don’t see is the journey — the late nights, the random ideas, the pages scratched out, the moments of doubt, the excitement of a new idea, and the little spark that made everything begin. For me, Checkmate didn’t start on a computer. It started in a small notebook I carried everywhere. The Notebook That Started Everything Before Checkmate became a book, it was just a collection of messy notes. I mean actual messy notes — scribbles, arrows, small sketches, unfinished lines, names written and crossed out, ideas that didn’t make sense at the time. I wrote on the bus, during breaks, between classes, at night when something suddenly hit me. That notebook became my safe space for ideas. It was where the first version of the story lived. It was where every twist, character, kingdom, and conflict was born. It felt personal — like a private world n...

 Title: Still Learning, Still Growing: A Reflection on My Journey There’s a part of life that nobody really prepares you for — the part where you’re trying to figure out who you are while everything around you keeps moving faster than you expected. Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about that. Between school, work, writing, leadership, responsibilities, and trying to become the person I want to be, I’ve realized something: life doesn’t always give you time to understand everything right away. Sometimes, you have to move with the moment, even when you’re not sure where it’s taking you. People often see the highlights — publishing a book, meeting new people, organizing events, taking on leadership roles, trying new opportunities. And I’m thankful for every one of those moments. But there’s a whole other side that people don’t see: The late nights overthinking. The days where doubt hits harder than motivation. The moments where you feel lost even when things look “good” from the outsid...