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“Trust Issues”  A Quiet Storm Inside Trust — a five-letter word that carries the weight of a universe.   It’s beautiful when it exists.   Painful when it breaks.   And complicated when it starts to rebuild. For some people, trust comes naturally  like breathing. For others, it’s a conscious effort, every day. Especially when you’ve been hurt, lied to, or betrayed. Trust issues don’t scream. They whisper.   They show up in the hesitation before replying to a message.   In the overthinking that won’t stop at 2 a.m.   In the fear that history will repeat itself, again and again. You may smile outside but carry a fortress within.   You might laugh in a group but never fully let anyone in.   You crave connection but sabotage it out of fear.   You love deeply but always wait for the moment they’ll leave. And the worst part?   You don’t want to feel this way.   You want to tr...

Migraine Hurts a Lot... and That’s an Understatement Some people say “It’s just a headache.”   But let me tell you it’s not. It’s a storm brewing inside your head. A silent scream. A pain that punches without warning. A migraine is not a vibe-killer it’s a life-pauser. It’s that moment when light becomes your enemy, sound feels like thunder, and even the gentlest whisper turns into a roar. You shut your eyes, press your palms against your temples, and wish for the world to go mute just for a while. Migraines hurt in ways words can’t fully explain. It’s not only physical. It messes with your mood, your plans, your relationships, and sometimes your self-worth. One minute you’re dancing through the day, and the next, you’re curled up in a dark room, begging your body to be kind. And what makes it worse? The invisibility of it.   No fever, no wounds. Just an internal war. You cancel plans, you lie down for hours, you miss moments that matter. And people ask, “Again? Stil...

Ever had those days when the sun’s out there acting like it owns the sky  blazing, bossy, and unapologetically loud? You're just trying to exist without melting into the pavement… and then, boom!Out of nowhere, the sky flips the vibe. A cool breeze whispers, clouds roll in like uninvited guests, and suddenly , it’s raining. Not just any rain.   The kind that makes you pause your playlist, roll down your window, or just stand still and feel. This blog is a little love letter to those surprise summer showers ,the unexpected poetry that spills from the sky when the world’s been too hot, too fast, too much. Let’s walk barefoot into this drizzle, shall we? There’s something magical about summer rain  Like a plot twist in the season’s screenplay.   Just when the sun’s been overachieving,   Blazing with ego and sweat-stained pride,   Boom! A cloud winks. The sky clears its throat.   And raindrops start a secret dance party. No warning...

 “Too Cold Latte & Very Delicious Food” – Let’s Talk English the Chill Way! Ever been stuck between “too” and “very”? Or wondered if you should say “at the hospital” or “in the hospital”? Don’t worry, you're not alone. English can be a total vibe killer sometimes if you don’t get the right tone! But today, we’re spilling (not literally!) all the tea on some cool word swaps and tiny grammar hacks that make a BIG difference. Let’s go 1. “In the hospital” vs “At the hospital” – Mood Check! So, if you say “I’m in the hospital”, you’re probably the patient  But if you say “I’m at the hospital”, you’re just vibing in the waiting room or visiting someone. Huge difference, right? One means you’re the patient, the other means you’re just there. English loves its drama 2. “Very” vs “Too” – Know the Vibe Very= Positive or neutral     “The movie was very good.” - Too = Negative or extra     “This latte is too cold, can someone please fix this tragedy?” Us...

This morning hit different. No, not because the sun looked aesthetic but because I sat next to my mom and we stumbled upon Popeye the Sailor Man. And just like that, BOOM! A whole truckload of childhood memories crashed into my sleepy brain. I swear, that catchy tune “I’m Popeye the Sailor Man, toot toot” still slaps. Mom chuckled and said something that lowkey melted my heart:   "I used to make you eat food while playing this cartoon. You thought eating greens would give you superpowers like Popeye!”  Damn. That hit. Back then, I believed in two things:   1. Popeye can literally knock out anyone with a single green-powered punch.   2. If I ate my greens, I’d probably grow biceps overnight and save Olive Oyl from Brutus too. I’d sit there, spoon in one hand, eyes glued to the screen cheeks puffed, pretending to be Popeye. Mom would feed me like it was a mission and honestly, we were a team. She was the real MVP, turning boring meals into mini adventure...

Some people call them “just trophies.”   Some say, “What’s the big deal? They’re from childhood.”   But for me? They’re time capsules.   Each one whispers a story, each crack holds a memory.   They don’t just shine   they speak. Here’s a little poem straight from my shelf, from my heart, from my victories (and lessons). Ode to My Trophies You gleam in gold, in bronze, in rust,   You wear my name with quiet trust.   Not loud like fame, not trending news,   But proof of sweat inside my shoes. You saw the skates, the bruised-up knees,   You felt my fire, my silent pleas.   Each curve, each crown, a tale untold,   Of dreams I chased when I was bold. You’re not just metal, not just weight,   You carry echoes of my fate.   Of stage lights bright and nervous heart,   Of showing up and playing part. Some call you small, say “that was then,”   But ...

What if life came with a rewind button?   What if we could CTRL+Z our biggest opposites and heartbreaks?   What if that one message was sent... or never sent?   What if you took that leap instead of playing it safe? Let’s be real  “what ifs” are like pop-up ads in our brain. They show up uninvited, make us overthink, and lowkey mess with our vibe. But hey, aren't they also proof that we care? That deep down, we crave magic, change, and a lil’ plot twist? What if you chased your dreams instead of deadlines?   What if your ‘Plan B’ becomes the bomb-dot-com life you never saw coming?   What if you hugged tighter, smiled wider, said “I love you” louder? Truth is, “what ifs” can be haunting or healing  depends on how you wear them. You either turn them into regrets or revolutions.   So the next time a “what if” whispers in your head, don’t just scroll past it. Pause. Reflect. Maybe it’s the universe saying, “Go for it, fam...

I used to laugh at those overdramatic summer drink ads. You know the ones guy crawling in the desert, shirt stuck to his soul, clutching a straw like it's a lifeline. Dramatic much? I thought so too.   But oh, the joke’s on me. Because now, it’s giving "Welcome to the Sahara but make it real life." The sun isn't just hot it's on a full-blown ego trip. Like, why are you attacking us, sir? Calm down. You’re not a spotlight, and we’re not auditioning for Survivor: Planet Earth Edition. Scene 1: The Meltdown Diaries I stepped out of my house for 3 minutes. THREE. Came back looking like I ran a marathon through a microwave. My skin said “crispy,” my hair said “humidity horror,” and my soul whispered, “Bro, go back inside.”    And don’t get me started on the roads tar is basically soup, and the air? Feels like breathing inside a toaster. I swear I saw a crow wearing sunglasses and sipping Glucon-D under a tree. No cap. Scene 2: The Great Hydration War  Everywhere I go...

No cap , being fake is the new personality trait. Welcome to Fakeland, where everyone’s wearing a social mask, not for safety, but for social approval. Realness? Ghosted. Authenticity? Soft-blocked. Vulnerability? Left on read. It’s giving “fake it till you make it, but make it spiritual, aesthetic, and emotionally unavailable. People don’t connect anymore they network Every “Let’s catch up soon” is basically “I’ll double-tap your story and dip.” We’re not talking, we’re trauma-dumping with zero intent to follow up. One day they’re commenting “ily bestieee” under your post, and the next? They’re dragging your name in the group chat like it’s a trending audio. And don’t even get me started on the “deep souls” posting vague sad quotes with a mirror selfie like they just cured heartbreak. Bro, you’re not healing you’re hiding behind Canva fonts and moody filters. We live in a world where everyone’s soft-launching their toxicity. Friendships are curated like IG grids looks good outside, bu...