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Jan 2026 update (been a while): hit 150k views. Y’all still come here?? Give you kiss okay
i have met the first great love of my life: he towered over all that came before. i can’t reason why i loved him — all i can do is describe: i lived for the crinkle of his eyes when he looked at me, the way he would caress my cheek, how he would hold out his hand waiting for mine to envelop his. i would ask him, don’t i make you happy?, although i knew his answer would always be yes, you do. i remember the final time we would kiss, like he was afraid of losing me, finally, before his fears were realised. but i also remember him hugging me for the last time. the embrace was too long, carrying an apology for what he could not do, while i kept my eyes open, rejecting it. perhaps many years in the future, when i look back upon what could have been, we will meet again in my dreams.
The solution to the problem of living is found in solving the problems of everyday living.
me, making stuff up
Some events in 2025 that make for good stories

Onto the goal review…
Originally published 11/4/25
These are not very SMART goals but I downloaded a habit tracker on Notion so I think it will be OK
Body gonna body babyyyy
Partial complete
Did not do
Exercises I didn’t aim for but completed
Category comment: This is NOT a good category (judging my past self already). It is all over the place. But I give myself a score of 60% for maintaining my activity level from last year through trying new forms of exercise, as above, so below
Hobbies to convince others I have a personality
Did not do
Category comment: It is less important to convince others I am fun than it is to have fun on my own terms. Most importantly, however, is having enough money to afford the fun. Speaking of which,
Alternatives to being a kept woman
Category comment: Honestly, I’m better off being a kept woman
Love & Belongingness is a stage in the Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs
Partial complete
Maximising neuroplasticity
Partial complete
Not done
Final comment: In 2025, I believe I stepped forward in the nebulous thing called life. I should have — and by all rights I did. All that to find myself where I began. I think I achieved some big things. But I feel I didn’t do many things at all, if anything. I’m not where I want to be and it makes me terribly unhappy. And yet I look around where I am and I’m happy. I’m desperate to be somewhere else and also desperate to hold onto the here and now.
I find myself hoping that the solution to life is found in the acts of everyday living, because it would imply that happiness can be found in these goals, or at least in the process of striving towards them… but even if that were true I doubt it would be a liberating knowledge.
The time will pass anyway.
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.
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
whatever slips by me now,
i let go with grace;
in time, when i have become,
everything that was meant to be
shall return to me
in this series: #1 (#1.5) | #2 | #3 (#3.5) | #4 | #5 (#5.5) | #6 | #7 (#7.5)
Extension of #7.
On Commitment
To commit to a romantic relationship is to pledge yourself to someone, possibly for life. You are investing your already limited time and energy into someone else and a relationship.
The implications of this decision are enormous:
As such, commitment cannot be careless; it is a decision that must withstand interrogation.
I’m not interested in why we commit — philosophers have done that better — but rather how we can most effectively determine who to commit to from a selection pool.
As You Are, As I Am
My man accepts my “wild” side (if “society” deems it so, I guess; who is to say what?). This includes my past (debauchery galore) and my online self — which, really, are only slices of a whole.
It’s funny because some people consider me uncontrollable; they assume so from my public persona. Perchance. But anyone who reads this blog consistently (is that you?) should know I am compulsively logical. He recognised this, somehow. In contrast, the men who preceded him either did not make this vital connection or, even if they did, decided that the deal wasn’t worth pursuing.
Maybe he saw something in me early on that the others couldn’t. Or he just happened to be mentally resilient (or unhinged) enough to decide that the pros I brought to his table outweighed the cons.
Either way, he understands that I am more than what I display on the surface.
And so, he gets to eat cake: he gets my good, reasonable, controlled side.
Yes! I’m not that crazy around him in person!

It’s a circular problem: for someone to trust and show you more, you must believe they are more — even when they haven’t fully revealed themselves. I believe that this ability to trust someone before the fact is the solution to the “dating problem”; it distinguishes secure (and successful) daters.
I don’t typically expect people to give me so much benefit of the doubt.
But he did, and that’s why he won.
Power Dynamics
Power permeates everything, including relationships. What kind of power dynamics do you like? Equal, less, or more? There are no right or wrong answers, but it says much about you and what you seek.
The taming of the shrew
Remember the astrologist who interpreted my brattiness as “taking an anti-authoritarian stance to test the authority of the people around me to determine who I could trust”? (Huh? Many word for simple concept.)
Yes and no.
I do act bratty to mess around with others, and it’s my default mode because why not? It’s fun watching y’all squirm.
But I’m more than willing to be mellow with the people I care about.
And that’s what he and I are = equals, or so I think. He does not look at me like a hunter. What we have is not a game; it is a partnership.
Equality in partnerships
If you start off looking for a partner as someone you can control, you will find them — but the two of you will start with an imbalanced dynamic that corrupts all you are.
But here’s an interesting thought: I suspect everyone (secure) fundamentally seeks an equal partnership. We just don’t see it clearly sometimes.
Consider the following. I want equal emotional contribution, for sure — for him to love me as much I love him. But I’d be happy if he was financially dominant (and why wouldn’t anyone be, including men with richer wives?). No shame in acknowledging I have always wanted a man with a provider mentality; it’s how I was raised (I love my daddy darling), and I don’t see an issue with it.
Considering my self-sufficiency, I recognised this desire was silly, but no epiphany precludes the joy of being provided for. I enjoy it because I see it as an act of love. And he’s willing to show me love that way because it makes him happy. That’s what it boils down to, finances and future prospects aside — an alignment in giving and taking.

Now you might think I am self-contradicting: what is all this talk about equality if you want to have your cake (him to give equally emotionally) and eat it too (him to give more financially)? Wait la.
The second thing is that power dynamics fluctuate across domains. Emotional contribution, social dominance, and financial status can differ widely in a relationship.
If time is money, and he gives me money, then I’m willing to give more of my time. I’m more than happy to manage the household — such as buying things to make his life easier before he even realises he needs them, or making our home a welcoming place for him to return to. And please don’t say that it’s so much easier to manage a household; just look at men in their dormitories.
If he buys me a cake, I feed him with it. That’s how equality is achieved in a relationship — it happens when all domains are holistically integrated.
Feelings of trust and safety
Your body is excellent at putting together things that don’t add up. It’s so good, in fact, that it can do so way before your mind ever gets to it.
That’s why sometimes you have a nagging doubt that you can’t explain until later with the benefit of hindsight. The mind is fantastic at rationalising, which is to explain away inconsistencies with logic.
But your body can’t because it doesn’t “think” similarly. When your body senses a problem, it will force you to confront it every night when all the world’s distractions have subsided, and you’re left alone with your thoughts.

I will note that with my man, I sleep like a log in his arms. I feel safe. Sounds dandy and all but safety takes work to get to before your body will accept it. It entails a subconscious recognition that in this moment, you have given whatever you are willing to, and they have reciprocated in kind. It doesn’t mean there are no longer secrets, but you have accepted that what you have right now is enough.
There are even gradations to this. For the love of excessive detail, I can rank how safe I felt with men based on how my body responded when we slept together (non-sexually). I will go as far as to say your feelings when you lie beside someone are an accurate snapshot of your feelings towards them.
| Level of safety | Sleeping behaviour | Snapshot assessment |
| None | NA – I am sleeping alone. Goodnight! | Stay away from me 🙂 |
| Little | We may sleep side by side but not touch each other. I stay wide awake for a long time — if I even fall asleep in the first place. | I feel empty, and his presence almost makes it worse. |
| Medium | I might hold his arm or something at most. I take a while to fall asleep. | I’m undecided about him. His presence is cool but not necessarily value-adding to my life (or sleep). |
| High | He wraps his arms around me, and I nestle my cheek in the crook of his neck. I fall asleep quickly and sleep soundly through the night. | I feel content. What we have is good enough. |
It’s also about inferring your partner’s intention and deciding if it works for you. When I intuit that a man is just there for my body, in the sense that he has no care for me as a person, my physical self instinctively recoils. I can’t stand the thought of touching him, much less falling asleep around him.
Consistency (and lovebombing)
Players, lovebombers, whatever
Early on — and let it be said that it is still early — I wondered if my man was lovebombing me.

My definition of a lovebomber is when:
Suppose their actions line up with their proclamations for the trial period. Unfortunately, the test is not over; it will never be. The next challenge, now and forever, is consistency.
Consistency is key
I suspect that the most critical challenge all relationships face is consistency over time. Unleashing a barrage of sweet fawning in a relationship’s honeymoon phase is easy. Maintaining this affection over several years, after all the love dust has settled in the spaces between, is hard.
Maybe that’s why my friends told me not to give everything initially. Because once you show all your cards, you only have the option of withdrawing or persisting.
That being said, the human tendency to throw oneself onto the battlefield during the infatuation phase is an invaluable tool to determine who is worth keeping. As I argued, if they do not love you given some time, what makes you think they will do so later?
Barring major upheavals, love is most intense at the beginning. If you’re lucky, this love plateaus in time — giving way to consistency.
If you’re not lucky — it dies.
Good, bad, double-edged swords (are we bandits now?)
One thing I’ve learnt from my past relationships (and the advice of women wiser than myself, such as my Mami) is that where there is good, there will be bad. All traits in a partner are double-edged swords.

Fun examples:
My man likes to be the one ordering the food. Past me might have felt like my place at the table (?) was threatened. LOL. But we look at the bigger picture. Simply because he orders doesn’t mean my opinion is irrelevant. He always orders what I like and doesn’t tell me what to eat, ever — he merely informs the waiter on my behalf. And hell, if it makes him happy, why not?
Again, it’s all about give and take. I always want garlic kang kong for my veggie fix. But if we’ve eaten kang kong two days in a row, I’m happy to eat some potato leaves since I know he likes them more.
A relationship sails when you can tolerate the bad in light of the good.
You don’t really want any specific person. You want an idea of a person. You project your ideals onto potential lovers. If they fit that criteria, you will love them; you find that they’re enough; you settle. You are looking for the one, but it turns out there are many ones — that’s why you can move on and love again. It’s not the end of the world if someone doesn’t want you; you’ll find someone else, and you’ll love like you’ve never done before.
On commitment: ask, demand the very best you deserve, be willing to give in return, and you shall receive.
This post is dedicated to my future husband.
Happy Monthsary! The road ahead is long, but I hope we’ll make it together.
Even if we don’t — I want you to know I love you.

in this series: #1 (#1.5) | #2 | #3 (#3.5) | #4 | #5 (#5.5) | #6 | #7 (#7.5)
| INSTEAD OF | TRY |
| Not replying / ghosting | “Hey, I’ve thought about it, and this is not what I want. I believe you will find someone who is more suited for you.” |
| Passive-aggressiveness | “I was acting [some way] because of [reason, usually a valid insecurity]; can we work this out together?” |
| Expecting others to read your mind (esp. in close relationships) | “I want [something]. Does that work for you?” |
tks N rgads
in this series: #1 (#1.5) | #2 | #3 (#3.5) | #4 | #5 (#5.5) | #6 | #7 (#7.5)
Good Night, Sleep Tight, Don’t Let the Loverboys Bite
Who’s Next on the Hitlist Tonight?

Here are some guidelines I used when deciding to sever a connection. These apply to both texting and in-person behaviour. All are inherently subjective, so make your own decisions.
In summary: drop if they are anything less than you think you deserve (given that you know your own worth).

The Art of Saying Goodbye
In babygirl’s humble opinion, good and clean breaks have the following characteristics. They:
Based on the above, a sample template for saying goodbye:
hey, i don’t think we’re going to work out. we’re not aligned on some fundamental aspects (e.g. values, goals in life) / i just feel we don’t like each other enough — i’m sure you understand. but thank you for having given your time to me; i enjoyed our connection immensely.
[i really like what we have though and i still want to be friends with you. but that’s entirely up to you, and you can take as long as you need to decide.]
i really hope that you find the love you deserve, because you do deserve it.
source: the lovergirl in me. adapt to your style or whatever
All of my goodbyes with my dates went something like this and ended on a relatively positive note. There was no face-tearing, at least. In the game of love, we have no time for hard feelings.
A well-crafted goodbye will be accepted without question by a secure counterpart. It will also neutralise any player energy that the person might have had.
Please do not ghost them if you have at least bonded somewhat. That is pathetic behaviour and hurts everyone. Get them out of your mind pronto and help them do the same.
The Art of Receiving Goodbyes
You may be surprised (I’m joking), but I have been rejected too. What matters is not who has rejected who (instant gratification aside) but how you learn from the experience.
So how do we do so?

I’m Only Gonna Break, Break Your, Break, Break Your Heart (Sorry)
Back to Basic (Instincts)

Girls have choices sexually. Men have choices romantically. It’s just stacked that way. Note the intimate connection with mate selection criteria — women are rewarded for their attractiveness, while men are rewarded for their status.
I realised I could sleep with any guy I wanted, even those out of my league marriage-wise. (OK la, small sample size, maybe the 9th man would have turned me down. We’ll never know!) Hell, I have so much power I could choose not to, and there is nothing they can do about it. Men have zero sexual bargaining power when it comes to facing off against an equally attractive woman, ceteris paribus.
But here’s the catch. I make it sound like sex is a woman’s advantage, but it really means nothing. Sexual attractiveness gets you into the bullfighting ring, but that’s all it does. The bull will kill you regardless if you don’t know what you’re doing. Even if you come prepared — you could still get shredded to pieces.
Men will not love you because you’re good in bed. In fact, the prevailing pattern I’ve observed is that men love women in spite of them not being good in bed. Legit let that SINK IN for a moment. Because men can compartmentalise love and sex, the former ironically supersedes the latter in their search for a wife. The same goes for women, although there are no surprises there.

To all my readers: they might like you if you’re hot, but you’ll just be put in the “fuckable” compartment of their cupboard and left there. Listen and remember: if you were not pre-categorised into the “potential partner” section, you will never make it there. Put differently, the friendzone (or the fuckzone, I guess) is a finality, not a place to challenge others’ boundaries.
Do NOT regale me with tales of how Some Mediocre Man/Woman realised their errors after Some Devoted Woman/Man was consistent and always there for them (rolls eyes). Put yourself first. NO ONE IS WORTH MORE THAN YOU. We are not looking for someone who at the end of the day “settles” for you because they couldn’t find something better. Ew. You should’ve been their #1 from the start. If they are emotionally unavailable to reciprocate, that’s not your problem. You go out there and look for someone who deserves you.
Be deathly wary of people who say that they want you (back) because you’ve changed or grown as a person. First, do you only like my current version because I’m good enough for you now? So what was I before? If I change in the future into something you don’t like, are you going to drop me then? Second, if you have indeed grown, there is virtually no reason to return to your past, especially the people left there. They are there for a reason.
Back to the girls: I hate to say this — I genuinely, sincerely do — but you have to err on the side of caution. While not every man is like this, you must assume that they are only out for your body and will throw you away after they are done. If you are not ready for this possibility and discarding them in the same fashion when the time comes, do not sleep with them.
DO NOT EVER — EVER! — degrade yourself by attempting to use sex to keep a man around. If you can only remember one thing from this post this is it. I find the one “degrade” very distasteful because it’s often thrown around as a pejorative to demean women who are sexually liberated (AND SUCCESSFUL!). But when you disrespect yourself to keep someone around, you’ve completely lost the game.

All of the above also applies to emotions.
If someone does not love you fully given some time, I don’t think they ever will. I don’t believe that love grows in that sense; it can only be cultivated to persist. Unfortunately, matters of the heart are just like that. You can’t change someone’s heart no matter how many times you try — if they cannot give you their 100% despite their best efforts and yours, the two of you are doomed from the beginning.
There are no guarantees either: they could tell you they love you today and disappear tomorrow. The only thing we can do for ourselves if they waver is to leave.
You need to act like — you need to know — that you deserve the world to receive it in return. And if they can’t give it to you, the door is right there.
But you must also be ready to give your everything. You must be willing to give your time and effort to build a connection with another without expecting any return. You must be willing to hurt so much that you can only lie on the bed incapacitated, only to finally bring yourself to sit down on a chair and start sobbing like a baby.
There are limits to my guides. I can help you minimise the chances of meeting bad actors or insecure people, but that’s all I can do.
Neither you nor I can ultimately control your chances of meeting someone who will love you for who you are.
That being said, don’t forget to look around you. Your family, your friends — haven’t you seen the look in their eyes when you laugh? Even acquaintances and strangers, when you catch up after a long while, or when they stop to do you a little favour for nothing in return. Love actually is all~ around~
Time to~ Say Goodbye~
Ah, we’ve finally come to the chronological end of this series (but you never know!). What a wild ride it’s been! So much debauchery and so many epiphanies!
True to the # of this guide, I met six men from Hinge. Every one of them taught me something that I’d like to thank them for:
Special mention for baby d and Grab Extraordinaire. It’s a pity — I mean it — but somehow I accept that it was meant to be this way. It is what it is. And Little Tiger — Nando’s soon!
I will remember the love I had for you, always, always.
in this series: #1 (#1.5) | #2 | #3 (#3.5) | #4 | #5 (#5.5) | #6 | #7 (#7.5)
his cold jokes, his laughter,
the crinkle of his eyes
his kisses, his soft sighs,
his arms wrapped around mine
morning time, his goodbyes,
the scent of his bedside
everything’s as it should be —
doubtless, utterly divine