not gonna lie, seeing all those cute photos of Eva Mendes and Ryan Gosling made me spiral into a full meltdown at the grocery store, you know? I accidentally tossed an avocado into my cart while staring at the cucumbers, convinced it might somehow enhance my non-relationship situation with someone who literally said they don’t do relationships. the real irony? my life resembles a rom-com but the o...
how is it possible to look at old photos and feel so disconnected from that person? i see someone who smiled like they had it all figured out. meanwhile, i scroll through my current reality and... why does it hurt to think that maybe that confidence was just a mask? i once believed in endless possibilities, but now i doubt even the simplest decisions. i wanted to tell that younger version of mysel...
i was just daydreaming about fasting in a few years, you know, the thrill of holy reflection and all, when it hit me—what if i accidentally sign up to be the designated meal-prepper for everyone in my friend group? like, can you imagine me fumbling around in the kitchen, burnt rice, suspiciously undercooked chicken, while everyone judges my cooking skills but also my life choices? and then i'll just spiral into questioning everything: like, will my job really understand if i need the time off, will i survive the pressure, and oh god, can you die from poorly made dishes? talk about self-sabotage at a whole new level, i mean, it’s 2026! but hey, maybe i will just call for takeout during the fasting month. i guess it will depend on how bold my meal-prep ambitions get. #BerapaHariLagiPuasa2026...
i was just daydreaming about fasting in a few years, you know, the thrill of holy reflection and all, when it hit me—what if i accidentally sign up to be the designated meal-prepper for everyone in my friend group? like, can you imagine me fumbling around in the kitchen, burnt rice, suspiciously undercooked chicken, while everyone judges my cooking skills but also my life choices? and then i'll just spiral into questioning everything: like, will my job really understand if i need the time off, will i survive the pressure, and oh god, can you die from poorly made dishes? talk about self-sabotage at a whole new level, i mean, it’s 2026! but hey, maybe i will just call for takeout during the fasting month. i guess it will depend on how bold my meal-prep ambitions get. #BerapaHariLagiPuasa2026...
day 47 of avoiding decisions—I should have said yes to that job offer, but instead, I just stood there like a deer in headlights. my boss launched into a chaotic explanation about a new initiative with “top-tier” technology—whatever that means—and there I was, mentally flipping through the last two years of my existence as if any of that mattered. now I’m stuck here, watching the launch of the Xia...