So, earlier this year I said I wanted this to be a year for me. Or a year of me. I still can’t decide which way that should go. But essentially, I wanted this year to be the year I put myself in focus – what I want, what I like, and what I care about. Silly me thought this would be like flipping a switch – one that alternates between “others” and “me”.

Welcome to a routine post on my blog – with a format of outlining the good, bad and the okay from the past year also becoming routine! So! 33 – I am inching towards middle-age, or at least, mid-thirties which sounds so serious and so formal. And then there’s me, booking tickets for Moana 2 the minute they go on sale.

I have not made any blog posts about my blog turning a specific age since it was 4! Where has the time gone! And WHY have I not written anything to commemorate these years?? Anyway, I remember being in awe that my blog was 4 when I wrote that but this year, I’m blown away. So, cue seven by Taylor Swift, and let’s have a chat about what a year of firsts this has been!

Oh, hey! So, did you hear? I wrote a whole book and self-published it!
I wrote a whole post some time ago, telling you about my hopes and dreams of writing a book, the various concepts I got into and how I landed on the concept for Single & Ready for an Arranged Marriage. And now, I want to tell you all about the actual writing process.

A couple of days ago, I Googled myself. Just to see what comes up. The top result was my blog with some specific links Google thought most relevant for me.

Oh hi! Happy new year!! *cue confetti* We are about ten days in, how has your 2024 been so far!

2023! What a year it has been and then some! My “Hello 2023!” post seems so hilarious to me right now considering I wrote at length about wanting a safe year

I am turning 32 soon and so I was thinking about my past year which made me put together one of the standard posts on this site – my thoughts around my upcoming age! Can you believe this is the seventh of such post I’m making on this blog!

One of the things that plagues my insomniac nights is my personality. Some of the adjectives that have been used to describe me, things I had repressed to the depths of my memories buzz at my ears, an invisible fly I can’t quite swat away.

A common thread I’ve noticed over the past decade on dating apps, matrimony sites, and the likes is that bar a handful, every single guy I talked to lacked long-term goals.

I’m okay with flying, in fact, even slight turbulences from clouds and rain doesn’t really bother me. What I really don’t like is take-off and landing. I’ll tell you why.

Karma is really White people’s culture right now, isn’t it? And if you ask me there’s no bigger measure (or indication, if you will) of this then the way there is now “Instant Karma” – as if Karma is McDonald’s and you have a drive through version to load up on.

Sometime ago, I saw this quote/ tweet that said to get a “it will do” version when starting a site, a book, a portfolio, or anything else at all in life.

I was a very meek child. Hid behind my dad’s legs, had my mum wave to me from our flat when I went to the shop that was literally on the first floor of our apartment, made myself scarce by finding an empty room and hiding there during gatherings.