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Small wins: we hit 100k views and turned 5 in Jun 2024! I love you all sm x
PENDING: some overhaul (whole blog) or organisation so that it’s easier to find my series
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Start here for my top posts. Scroll down for latest posts.
Small wins: we hit 100k views and turned 5 in Jun 2024! I love you all sm x
PENDING: some overhaul (whole blog) or organisation so that it’s easier to find my series
2024 is over (I mourn the unhinged girl I left behind)… so it is time for an accountability report.
I’m embarrassed that the “incompletes” list is longer than the “completed” one, but maybe life is supposed to be like that — one’s gotta want more to do more. Besides, I completed the most important thing I set out to do: my thesis. (Were you expecting “finding a man”, huh??? Were you???)
Learning point: many of the incompletes are moving targets that cannot be satisfactorily completed once and for all (e.g. cleaning my room, which I DID, okay) — subsequent iterations should be worded with more concrete outcomes. I have no excuses for the concrete ones I didn’t do, though.
So… I’m leaving the incompletes up in hopes of embarrassing myself so much that I’ll do them in 2025. Though not everything, I’ll carry some over to my 2025 resolutions list. The new year’s always a good time to rethink our priorities regarding the kind of lives we want to live. I can be sure that my true self is reflected in the things I did, but not necessarily in the things I didn’t.
2024 was awesome, especially in the middle. It was exhilarating to just exist. I’ll miss those days.
I hope 2025 will be just as magical.
Originally published 24/2/24
COMPLETED
*bolded: stuff i really enjoyed
Struck out = done [completed date, comment]
Setting myself up for Success
“Hobbies”
Unhinged, Silly things
Cleansing and organising
INCOMPLETES
Cleaning and organising, but the boring kind
Projects
Hobbies
thoughts of the past inadvertently find their way into my bouts of reflection; they’re a potent cocktail of yearning and regret. i don’t think there’s an English word for it — i haven’t found its foreign, untranslatable variant. it’s a feeling of watching life passing gently, like running your palm through the beach and watching the sand slip through your fingers. you can hold on as much and as tightly as you want, but it makes no difference. the pigeons will continue to caw, the trees sway in the wind, and the sea will recede, before rushing forward, only to recede again.
whatever i do must be for myself, not for the validation from others. in the end, the only thing that matters is how i lived and what it meant to me. it is my life, as it is yours.
i have only one life — i will not live it through others’ rules.
if to reminisce is to reconstruct, i can’t see you in the pieces anymore
if you read my diaries, i bet even your heart would tremble a little
someday i will find whatever that is and when that time comes
i will disappear like i never existed
for however long
and maybe they will miss me? but the point is it will not matter
just because i can / doesn’t mean i should
///////////////////////////(doesn’t mean i care)
for all that life has given me — if it gave me any more, would i hate myself any less?
the fair-weather friendships are not real — they do not tell you everything: a barrier separates you and them. whether they don’t think you’re worthy enough to let in or because they don’t think others will accept them for who they truly are — the barrier is insurmountable by design.
the friendships that are real — there’s a trust that lingers. disclosure, reciprocity, the search for them first in a crowd, what makes a relationship last — over and over.
so it is, so it shall be; i accept all of it
i made a nest of sticks:
it was held together by the dream
thought it was pretty, and
it was; i saw you were beaming
cradled it between my palms —
like i would have had you, maybe —
and crushed it
(what i can build, i can also
break)