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People I Didn’t Know I Needed

Hi cuties! I’m back with another blog post, and this one is purely an appreciation post for my friends. I honestly don’t know where to start, but I’ve never really had great friendships during my school years. So I didn’t truly understand what a good friendship felt like until 11th grade. After that, I found some of the best people I now get to call my friends, and I feel incredibly lucky to have them in my life. I have this one friend , and we actually hated each other in school. But after we left school, we realised we were in the same boat and could have easily been best friends back then. Better late than never, I guess, because now she is my best friend. I’ve known her for almost 10 years, so she’s not just a friend, she’s family. And I’m not exaggerating when I say I’ve lost my guest privilege at her house, and she’s lost hers in my life. With her, I say the most cancellable things. She judges me, but then says something even more cancellable, and we both laugh like idiots. Tha...

The Invisible Stories Hidden in Everyday Thing

Hey Cuties,

I’m back with another blog! Have you ever noticed that trophy or medal gathering dust in the corner of your cupboard? The one you once held with such pride but now barely glance at? There are so many things around us that are more than just objects—they are memories. Some are close to our hearts, while others are too painful to revisit.

We all hated wearing school uniforms and couldn’t wait for school to end, but now, that same uniform might be tucked away in your cupboard as a keepsake. Just touching it brings back all those memories we never thought we’d miss. The same goes for our class pictures—tiny time capsules of the past.

Then there are those books with random scribbles. Maybe it’s a diary, or maybe it’s a random notebook where you wrote your first failed poem. Even an old college planner can remind you of the chaos, the hopes, and the version of yourself who once thought they had life all figured out.

A soft toy sits quietly on the shelf, its fabric slightly worn from years of being held. Once a childhood favourite, it was hugged during bedtime stories, clutched tightly on nights filled with tears, and tossed aside during playful afternoons. Though it no longer has a place in everyday routines, it remains—a silent keeper of memories, a familiar comfort in an ever-changing world.

Why do we hold onto these things? Because objects aren’t just objects when they remind us of feelings, people, or moments we’re scared of forgetting. They become silent storytellers of the lives we’ve lived—proof that time happened, that emotions were real, that we were here.

Thank you for reading! Now, take a look around—what’s something ordinary that holds a story only you understand?






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