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Okay, let’s get real for a sec. Breakups? They absolutely gut you. One minute you’re sharing memes and dreaming about future dog names, the next you’re staring at the extra space in your bed wondering how silence got so loud. And yeah, the loneliness that follows? It can be seriously crippling. So, picture this: me, post-breakup, scrolling endlessly, feeling that ache in my chest. You know the one. You just want… connection. Someone to talk to who won’t judge your PJs-at-3-PM look or your questionable taste in sad music. And that’s when the internet, in its infinite weirdness, presented a potential solution: AI companions. ...

Alright, so buckle up, because this might get a little spicy. I’m sitting here, drowning in assignment deadlines and fueled by instant noodles (the glamorous student life, eh?), and I keep bumping into the same conversation online and IRL: the absolute madness of subscription services. And yeah, I’ve gotta be honest – more often than not, I find myself sailing the high seas of the internet instead of paying ransom for every single movie, song, or piece of software I want to use. ...

January 6, 2025—a date carved into the marrow of my bones. The night I let go of the girl who once felt like oxygen. The girl who stood by me when the world turned its back, who sang me back to life long before I knew I’d need saving. We met at her singing audition. I still remember how her voice cracked on the high note of her song, how she laughed afterward, cheeks flushed, shrugging at the judges like it didn’t matter. But it did—to me. That laugh became my compass. When I was drowning in self-doubt, she’d hum that random song while doing her hair, off-key and unashamed, just to pull a smile from me. Now, her voice fades a little more each day, and I’m terrified of the silence it leaves behind. ...

Okay, buckle up folks, because I need to talk about something that’s kinda blown my mind recently. It involves AI, specifically this one called Maya from Sesame AI. Now, I know what some of you might be thinking – “Another chatbot? Big deal.” And trust me, I was right there with you. I’ve fiddled around with a bunch of them, and mostly, they feel… well, like robots trying really hard not to sound like robots. Useful sometimes, sure, but engaging? Rarely. ...

Okay, let’s talk about something that pretty much everyone experiences but nobody really likes talking about: rejection. Ugh, even the word feels a bit heavy, doesn’t it? So, funny story (well, maybe not ha-ha funny, but relevant funny), I was reminded of this lovely topic just the other day. I’d poured a ton of energy into drafting this event proposal for work. I mean, I was genuinely excited about it – thought it was creative, hit all the right points, the whole shebang. Sent it off to my team leader, feeling pretty good… only to get it handed back with a polite but firm “Thanks, but we’re going in a different direction.” ...

Alright, so I promised I’d spill the beans on how I’m tackling this semester, and here we are. Let me just say—I’m not about that chaotic, last-minute-cramming life anymore. Nope. This time, I’m going full-on organized student mode, and my secret weapon? Notion. Yeah, I know, everyone and their grandma uses Notion these days, but hear me out—I found this insanely helpful template that’s basically going to be my academic lifeline. ...

Alright, let’s talk about one of my all-time favorite study techniques: active recall. If you’ve ever found yourself staring at a textbook, rereading the same paragraph for the 10th time and still not remembering a thing, this one’s for you. Active recall is like the secret sauce of studying—it’s simple, effective, and honestly, a game-changer. So, grab a cup of coffee (or tea, no judgment here), and let’s dive in. ...

Hey there, So, I’ve got this blank page staring back at me. Just one. And I’ve decided to keep it that way—empty, untouched, waiting. It’s not because I’m out of words or ideas. Trust me, I’ve got plenty of those. But this page? It’s for you. Just in case. I don’t know if you’ll ever come back. Honestly, I don’t even know if I want you to. But here’s the thing about love—or whatever it is we had—it doesn’t just disappear. It lingers. It hides in the corners of your mind, in the songs you skip too quickly, in the way you still reach for your phone at 2 a.m. even though you know you shouldn’t. ...

Dreams have this funny way of sneaking into our heads when we least expect them, don’t they? Last night, I had one of those dreams that felt so real, so vivid, it left me staring at the ceiling for a good 10 minutes after I woke up. And guess who decided to make a surprise appearance? Yep, my ex. It’s been a while since we last spoke—months, actually. Life’s moved on, as it always does, but there she was, right there in my dream, like no time had passed at all. We were sitting in this cozy little café, the kind with mismatched chairs and a chalkboard menu that changes every day. She was laughing at something I said, that same laugh that used to make me feel like I’d won some kind of prize. And for a moment, it felt… normal. Like we were still us. ...

Ah, missing someone. It’s like carrying around a little emotional ghost, isn’t it? You feel their presence even when they’re long gone, and sometimes it’s comforting, other times it’s just plain haunting. But here’s the thing: just because you miss someone doesn’t mean you need them back in your life. In fact, missing them might just be part of the messy, beautiful process of moving on. Let’s get real for a second. Missing someone—especially an ex—is totally normal. It doesn’t mean you made a mistake by ending things or that you’re weak for still caring. It just means you’re human. You shared moments, memories, and maybe even a piece of your heart with them. Of course, there’s going to be a void when they’re no longer around. But here’s the kicker: that void isn’t a sign you need to fill it with them again. Sometimes, it’s just there to remind you that you’re growing, changing, and making space for something—or someone—better. ...