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The Morning Struggle of Trying to Get Fit

The alarm clock blares at 5:00 AM. The promise you made to yourself at 1:00 AM—“Tomorrow, I’ll wake up at 5 AM and change my life!”—is still ringing in your head. But you’ve got this. It’s the new you, the one who has decided that 2025 is the year your glow-up begins. You’ve seen enough Instagram posts, read enough quotes about “becoming the best version of yourself,” and watched enough reels of that one girl who has abs after having two kids and a full-time job. You’re ready. Or at least, you tell yourself that.

You drag yourself out of bed, feeling like a wet sponge. There’s a brief, fleeting moment where you think, Maybe tomorrow? But no, no, no. Today is the day. So you stumble to the bathroom, grab your jade roller (which you absolutely do not understand how to use, but you’ve seen influencers do it, so you’re doing it too), and begin your 15-step skincare routine. You’ve watched enough beauty gurus on Instagram to know that if you don’t apply a serum that costs more than your weekly grocery budget, your face will crumble and you’ll never glow again.

Now, you’re in the kitchen. Your skin is shining like a well-lit Bollywood heroine, and you feel… almost like you’re on a beach in Goa, the perfect Insta moment. Time to prep your meals for the day. You feel like a meal-prep guru, just like the influencers. You grab your tupperware and start measuring out chicken breasts with an accuracy that only someone who’s watched 47 YouTube tutorials on meal prep can achieve. The feeling of being “in control of your life” is so real right now.

As you open the fridge, you glance over at the protein powder you bought last week from Amazon, which cost enough to feed a family for a month. You wonder, Was this a mistake? But, no—focus. You’ve got this.

Then you check Instagram, as you do. But hold up—what’s this? A post from that girl, you know, the one whose abs you’ve been staring at like a hungry stray dog? Her caption says, “Eat your greens if you want to glow like a goddess!”

Okay, greens it is. You grab some kale (which you had to hunt for in the local sabzi mandi, and of course, it cost you ₹300 for a handful) and toss it into your tupperware like you’re on an episode of MasterChef. You feel like a winner. No, scratch that—you feel like a queen.

But then, oh no. You swipe to the next post. This one’s all about protein. You read the caption: “Protein is the secret to lean muscle and burning fat efficiently!” The image is of some ripped guy with a six-pack who looks like he’s never eaten anything remotely related to butter chicken in his life. You seriously consider eating chicken breasts for breakfast. Who needs a paratha when you can have grilled chicken with everything?

But wait—before you can even start grilling that chicken breast, another post pops up. This one has the boldest claim: “Eating protein for fat loss is a myth! Don’t fall for it!”

Myth? What do you mean, “myth”? But… that’s the truth, right? My head is spinning. You remember that Instagram reel of Chloe Ting’s 2-week ab challenge that promises you’ll get abs by tomorrow if you just do the exercises for 30 minutes a day. You could do that! Right after your 4,000-step walk around the kitchen to pace out how many grams of carbs you’re allowed to eat with your kale.

You feel like you’ve just entered the Twilight Zone of fitness advice. First it’s eat greens, then it’s protein, then carbs are fine, but wait—carbs are your enemy. Maybe you should try keto? No, no, go vegan! Or maybe you need to do intermittent fasting at 6 AM—but should I have a black coffee or a masala chai to get the energy to do it?

Sht.* The confusion is real.

Your head spins like a revolving door in a five-star hotel. You’ve got the quinoa, the kale, the protein powder, and now you’re eyeing the aloo tikki in your fridge that you bought last week when you were weak. You’re that person who, at one point, had no idea what quinoa even was, and now you’re the one with a collection of random superfoods you can’t pronounce. You’re pretty sure there’s a detox powder in the pantry, but does it even work? How many TikTok influencers have sworn by it?

You stare at the quinoa for a while. Then the masala chips. Then back at the kale. And for a moment, you actually wonder if you could live off of only chia seeds and almond milk…but what’s the point? Are they actually helping you get fitter or just helping the influencer industry make a ton of money off your confusion?

Suddenly, you feel it—the familiar feeling that you’ve been avoiding since the second you woke up: the urge to nap. The one that says, “Screw it, maybe sleep is the real key to fat loss.” After all, who said you can’t just snooze your way to health? If you take a nap now, you’ll wake up refreshed, feeling like a new person—totally ready for a run or yoga or whatever it is people do in the morning.

So, you crawl back into bed, clutching your blanket like it’s your only remaining shred of dignity.

But just as you’re about to pass out, your phone buzzes. “Drinking lemon water first thing in the morning will change your life!” You blink at the message. You could squeeze a lemon. You could buy a cute, overpriced glass bottle on Amazon that promises “toxins” will be eliminated from your system.

You put the phone down, eyes heavy, and your mind just… shuts off.

Before you know it, it’s 7 AM. The sun is up, but you’re under the covers, still half in a dream about running a marathon in a perfect athleisure set, sipping your chia pudding on the side.

Tomorrow, you tell yourself. Tomorrow, you’ll wake up at 5 AM, stretch, drink lemon water, and do a 7-minute Chloe Ting workout. But today? Today, you rest.

Your girl

XOXO ❤

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K-Drama Oppas, Aesthetic Cafes, and Perfect Skin: The Korean Dream

HEY FABULOUS READERS,

Oh, the magical world of K-dramas! Where every street is an enchanting backdrop, every man is a swoon-worthy CEO, and every romance is filled with enough butterflies to populate a garden. But let’s be honest – who wouldn’t want to escape to Korea and find their perfect CEO, with a heart of gold beneath that icy exterior?

However, it’s not just the heart-fluttering romances that have us dreaming about the Korean lifestyle. Oh no, it’s the whole package – the flawless skin, the impeccable wardrobe, the convenience stores that seem to stock everything we never knew we needed, and let’s not forget that mouth-watering street food. I mean, have you ever seen someone make a meal look as tempting as those street food vlogs? It’s almost unfair.

Ah, the envy doesn’t just knock on the door; it throws a K-beauty sheet mask party and invites itself into our lives. Welcome to the realm of Korean beauty standards – where flawless skin is not just a goal; it’s practically a superpower. I’ve scrolled through Instagram and encountered K-beauty influencers’ routines, and let me tell you, it’s like watching a skincare symphony conducted by wizards who have a direct hotline to the skincare gods.

Their 10-step skincare routine is more intricate than my life decisions. I mean, I can barely commit to a three-step process, and here they are, transforming their faces into radiant canvases with an array of magical potions. I swear, their skin looks like it signed a pact with the Fountain of Youth while the rest of us were stuck in traffic. And don’t get me started on the glow – it’s like they’ve bottled up the essence of happiness and are applying it to their faces daily. I’m over here trying to achieve a radiant complexion, and they’re out there with skin so luminous it could guide lost ships to shore. Clearly, the skincare gods played favorites, and we’re just the middle children, stuck with the cosmic equivalent of hand-me-downs.

And let’s talk about hair – have you seen those K-pop idols with their perfect locks, swaying effortlessly in the wind? It’s like they stepped out of a shampoo commercial, while the rest of us are stuck in a perpetual bad hair day. Why can’t we have the same hair game? It’s a mystery we may never solve.

Now, enough about the skin and hair goals, let’s shift our focus to those mesmerizing cafes. Have you ever watched a cafe vlog and felt an inexplicable desire to book the next flight to Seoul? The aesthetic appeal of those places is on another level. From beautifully crafted drinks to cozy atmospheres, it’s like they have a secret manual on how to make everything visually pleasing. Meanwhile, I’m here, struggling to match my socks.

Ah, those serene cooking vlogs! They transport us to a world where the kitchen is a sanctuary, and every dish is a work of art. As we watch, entranced, they effortlessly whip up a five-course meal with the finesse of a Michelin-star chef, while I sit on my couch debating whether to order pizza or pasta for the third night in a row. It’s a culinary showdown of epic proportions: on one side, the master chefs gracefully dance around their kitchen, wielding knives like seasoned samurais, while on the other side, there’s me, the microwave maestro, expertly navigating the complexities of pressing a few buttons and waiting impatiently for that comforting ding.

The contrast couldn’t be more comical if I tried. While they elegantly julienne vegetables with the precision of a surgeon, I struggle to open a jar of pasta sauce without breaking a sweat (or a nail). And as they delicately garnish their dishes with sprigs of fresh herbs, I’m left wondering if I can pass off a sprinkle of dried oregano as “gourmet seasoning”.

But hey, who needs culinary expertise when you’ve mastered the art of pressing “Start” on the microwave with just the right amount of flair? It’s a skill that may not win any awards, but it certainly keeps my stomach satisfied and my kitchen drama-free. So here’s to those cooking vloggers, inspiring us with their culinary wizardry, while I sit back, relax, and contemplate whether to go for the pizza or the pasta… again.

But perhaps, in all seriousness, the allure of Korean culture is in its ability to balance tradition and modernity, creating a unique blend that captures the imagination. K-dramas have mastered the art of storytelling, making us believe in fairy tales and perfect love stories. They give us a glimpse into a world where everything seems effortlessly beautiful, even the struggles.

So, while we may not wake up looking like K-drama characters, or effortlessly whip up gourmet meals, or have cafes straight out of a dream, we can still appreciate the magic that Korea brings into our lives. But hey, in our quest for eternal radiance, let’s embrace our skincare journey with humor. Maybe the secret to perfect skin is not in a 10-step routine but in laughter lines earned from enjoying life without worrying about whether our pores are visible from space.

Let’s embrace the dreamy, the aesthetic, and the enchanting – and who knows, maybe one day, we’ll find our own perfect oppa, flaws, and all. Until then, let’s enjoy the beauty of Korean culture from the comfort of our burrito-wrapped beds. After all, dreams are meant to be a little goofy, a little unrealistic, and a whole lot of fun.

XOXO

YOUR GIRL ❤

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Thrifty Tales: A Quirky Guide to Thrifting and Reselling

In the wild world of fashion, where brand names once reigned supreme, a new era has dawned for us broke millennials and Gen Z-ers. We’ve traded in the glitz and glamour for the thrill of thrifting. Forget Kylie and Kendall Jenner; it’s time for us normals to shine. For me, Sarojini Nagar and Janpath hold more allure than any Zara or Nike outlet ever could. Thrifting is the ultimate jackpot of unique finds and budget-friendly prices, but it can be a bit overwhelming if you’re just starting out. Fear not, dear reader! This guide is here to arm you with the wisdom and wit you need to conquer those thrift store aisles like a champ. Soon enough, you’ll be strutting out with a wardrobe full of quirky gems and a wallet that’s not sobbing in despair.

1. Celebrating the Unconventional

Thrift stores are a carnival of curiosities, so don’t shy away from the peculiar. From velvet Elvis paintings to vintage turtlenecks, there’s something to tickle everyone’s fancy. Remember, what may seem mismatched can often turn into a sensational style statement. Trust your inner fashionista; she knows what’s up!

2. Bargain Like a Bazaar Guru

   We’ve all witnessed our mothers negotiating like seasoned pros, putting our meek attempts to shame. Don’t be afraid to channel your inner bargaining guru. Get creative, and if all else fails, offer to serenade the thrift store staff with a catchy jingle or a spontaneous dance. Who knows what deals you might uncover?

3. Mine the Section Apart from Clothes

   Don’t limit yourself to the clothing racks alone. The accessory section is a treasure trove of hidden gems, from antique bracelets to statement belts. These oddball finds can be the missing puzzle piece for your next outfit or the crown jewel of your reselling endeavors.

4. Effortless Navigation: Your Prepped and Primed To-Do List

   Before stepping into a thrift store, whip up a bingo card of the wacky wonders you hope to discover. It’s like a treasure map to guide you through the aisles. Disco ball accessories, vintage turtlenecks, and velvet Elvis paintings – check them off and revel in your victorious dance party!

5. Reverse Shoplifting: Spread the Giggles

   Why not sprinkle a little magic for the next shopper? Leave delightful notes or whimsical trinkets in the pockets of clothes, ready to bring a smile to their face. And when you make a sale, continue the tradition. Spread the giggles and good vibes, and make it your unique selling point.

6. Turn Trash into Cash

   Once you’ve amassed your trove of thrifted treasures, let them shine and sparkle in the online marketplace. Quirky photos and offbeat descriptions will make your listings stand out. Remember, Instagram is teeming with fellow thrifters, so find your niche and make it a spectacle.

7. Style Vintage Finds for the Modern Era

   Don’t be afraid to mix and match eras to create outfits that are as unique as you are. Thrifted accessories add personality and tell a story. Anyone can wear mass-produced items, but it’s how you put them together that sets you apart.

8. Document Your Thrifting Adventures

   Share your thrift store escapades on social media. Create uproarious vlogs chronicling your journey to craft the perfect outfit or quirky art piece. Witty captions and hilarious anecdotes will give your finds a personal touch. You might just inspire others to join in the fun and boost your thrifting empire.

In conclusion, thrifting is a treasure trove for the quirky and budget-conscious. Armed with these tips and tricks, you’ll be thrifting and reselling like a pro in no time. So, strap on your quirkiest shoes, embrace the weird, and let the thrifting adventures begin! Your wardrobe—and wallet—will thank you.

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ART OF ADULTING: A SURVIVAL GUIDE FOR MILLENNIALS.

I have come back for my millennial babies. If you’re reading this, chances are you’ve either danced with the quarter-life crisis, are in the midst of a perplexing tango with it, or have recently waltzed your way out of it. And hey, Gen Z, we see you too, thinking you’ve got it all figured out. Trust us, we’ve been there!

Remember when we were kids? We envisioned our twenties as this magical phase where we’d have it all together. We pictured ourselves in our own homes, with booming careers, and maybe even on the brink of marital bliss. Oh, the innocence! Now that we’re here, let’s take a moment to collectively laugh at how delightfully mistaken we were.

Let me cover this painstaking saga in chapters.

Chapter 1: The Great Adulting Deception

The term adulting once held the allure of newfound freedom and sophistication. We envisioned ourselves in power suits, confidently striding into well-lit offices, briefcase in hand, ready to conquer the world. How naive we were!

In reality, little did we know, adulting actually translates to “figuring-it-out-as-we-go.” It is more like stumbling through a carnival funhouse blindfolded, hoping to find the exit. We quickly discovered that the laundry doesn’t magically fold itself (no matter how much we wish it did). And as for cooking, it turns out, mastering the culinary arts requires a tad more finesse than pressing a few buttons on a microwave.

1.1. Laundry Limbo

Ah, the laundry room, where clothes go to disappear, only to re-emerge in mismatched pairs and shrunken sizes. It’s a place where socks go to seek new adventures, leaving us perpetually pondering the great sock migration.

Have you ever stared at the washing machine, praying that this time, it won’t turn your whites into vibrant pinks? Or perhaps you’ve experienced the heart-wrenching moment when you realize you’ve just washed your favorite sweater with your brand-new red socks?

1.2. From Instant Noodles to Culinary Catastrophes

Cooking. We thought it was all about mastering the art of the perfect microwave burrito. Little did we know, there’s more to it than meets the eye. We’ve all been there, attempting to recreate a gourmet dish we saw on a cooking show, only to end up with something that closely resembles a modern art installation.

Who knew that a recipe called for ingredients that aren’t typically found in the back of a college student’s pantry? And the eternal struggle of chopping onions without turning into a weeping mess – it’s like a rite of passage!

So, dear friend, if you find yourself in the throes of the laundry labyrinth or battling it out in the kitchen arena, remember, you’re not alone. In fact, you’re in excellent (and slightly befuddled) company.

Chapter 2: Homes and Houseplants – A Tragi-Comic Saga

Oh, the dreams we had of homes that resembled the pages of a glossy magazine, the perfect moodboards of pinterest. We envisioned plush couches, perfectly coordinated color schemes, and an overall aesthetic that screamed “adulting goals.” Little did we know, reality had other plans for us.

2.1. The IKEA Odyssey

Enter IKEA, the labyrinth of flat-packed furniture and cryptic diagrams. Who could have guessed that a seemingly harmless bookshelf could transform into a Rubik’s Cube of screws and Allen wrenches? It’s as if IKEA’s instruction manual was penned by a mischievous wizard who revels in confusion.

2.2. The Chronicles of Clueless Plant Parents

Ah, houseplants, those charming leafy companions that promised to bring life and vibrancy into our homes. Little did we know, they come with a secret manual written in a language only decipherable by the most dedicated horticulturalists.

Who could have foreseen that our green friends in the cute little pots might have a penchant for drama, requiring just the right amount of sunlight and water, like temperamental celebrities demanding their preferred brand of bottled water in their dressing rooms? Remember, not all of us are blessed with a green thumb; some of us have more of a “leafy brown” thumb, and that’s perfectly okay!

Chapter 3: Career and Cubicle Chronicles

Ah, the dream of a corner office, where we’d gaze out at a skyline of possibility, concocting world-changing ideas while sipping artisanal lattes. But, oh, how reality can be a master of disguise!

3.1. The Office Safari

In this corporate jungle, finding the elusive office supply room can feel like embarking on an Indiana Jones-esque adventure. Have you ever tried to decipher the cryptic floor plan, feeling like you’ve stumbled onto the set of a maze-themed game show? Or perhaps you’ve expertly dodged your way through cubicles, hoping to avoid that one colleague who always wants to discuss the intricacies of their pet rock collection.

3.2. The Chronicles of Email Blunders and Elevator Awkwardness

Ah, the infamous ‘reply all’ button, a modern-day trap worthy of Greek mythology. We’ve all been there, innocently trying to send a simple message to a colleague, only to accidentally broadcast our thoughts to the entire company.

And then there are those elevator encounters with the CEO, where you’re suddenly struck by an existential crisis over whether to greet them with a casual nod or a formal handshake. Do you engage in small talk about the weather or dive into your latest PowerPoint presentation idea? It’s a social dance more intricate than a Viennese waltz.

Remember, even the most seasoned professionals have had their fair share of career capers.

Chapter 4: Love, Romance, and the Myth of ‘Happily Ever After’

Ah, love, the subject of sonnets, songs, and our overly-romanticized daydreams. We envisioned finding “the one” and riding off into the sunset, hand in hand, towards our ‘happily ever after’. But, well, reality decided to add a sprinkle of hilarity and a dash of chaos to the mix.

4.1. The Awkward Tango of First Dates

Oh the first date!! A delicate dance of witty banter, nervous laughter, and the occasional embarrassing food mishap. We’ve all been there, haven’t we? From attempting to gracefully eat spaghetti (spoiler alert: it’s an impossible task) to accidentally spilling a drink in an attempt to impress, first dates have a way of turning into delightful comedies of errors.

4.2. The Swipe Circus: Adventures in Online Dating

Enter the realm of online dating, where we browse through a virtual catalog of potential partners, swiping left or right with the grace of a seasoned judge on a talent show. Little did we know, we’d encounter profiles more puzzling than a Rubik’s Cube.

Have you ever come across a bio that seemed to be written in a secret code only decipherable by cryptographers? Or perhaps you’ve engaged in a conversation that went from ‘How’s the weather?’ to ‘What’s the meaning of life?’ within a span of three messages? The swipe circus is full of surprises, indeed!

In the midst of the chaos, who knows, we might just stumble upon our very own love story, complete with a quirky meet-cute and a side of laughter!

Chapter 5: Embracing the Quarter-Life Crisis – A Millennial’s Guide to Surviving and Thriving

In this final chapter, let’s reveal the secret sauce to not just surviving, but thriving in the midst of your quarter-life crisis. Spoiler alert: it involves a healthy dose of self-compassion, a pinch of humor, and a whole lot of support from your fellow millennials.

5.1. The Magical Elixir of Self-Compassion

IMAGINE: you, wrapped in a cozy blanket burrito, sipping on a mug of warm self-compassion. This, dear reader, is your secret potion. It’s the art of being kind to yourself when you’ve accidentally hit ‘reply all’ or turned your laundry pink. Remember, even wizards have off days!

Have you ever found solace in a pint of ice cream or a Netflix binge after a particularly challenging day? Congratulations, you’re a certified self-compassion connoisseur! Bonus points if you add a sprinkle of chocolate chips for good measure.

5.2. The Hilarity Herb: Adding a Pinch of Humor to Your Recipe

Laughter, they say, is the best medicine. And boy, are we going to need it on this wild ride. Whether it’s finding the absurdity in IKEA instruction manuals or embracing the fact that plants mysteriously shrivel at your touch, humor is the safety net that keeps us from falling into the abyss of despair.

Have you ever laughed so hard at a meme that you snorted? Or perhaps you’ve shared an embarrassing moment with friends, turning it into an inside joke that still brings tears of mirth to your eyes? Congratulations, you’re a humorist in the making!

5.3. The Friendship Feast: Gathering Support from Fellow Millennials

Ah, the power of camaraderie! Surrounding yourself with fellow adventurers in the quarter-life crisis is like forming an epic fellowship to conquer Mount Adulthood. Share your victories and your defeats, and remember that you’re all in this quest together.

Have you ever had a late-night heart-to-heart with a friend, where you shared your dreams, fears, and possibly a few dance moves in the living room? Congratulations, you’re a fellowship founder, and your support network is stronger than you know!

So, dear reader, armed with self-compassion, a dash of humor, and the unbreakable bonds of friendship, you’re now equipped to not just survive, but triumph over your quarter-life crisis. Embrace the chaos, dance through the challenges, and remember, the best adventures often begin with a misstep. Here’s to thriving in your own unique, wonderfully quirky way!

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Swipe Left for Situationships, Swipe Right for Old-School Romance: Navigating Love in 2023

Ah, the 90s and 2000s, the era that bestowed upon us some of the most grandiose and wildly impractical romantic fantasies known to humanity. We were raised on a diet of SRK’s outstretched arms and Hollywood heartthrobs professing their undying love in front of cheering crowds. It was a time when we all harbored secret hopes for a Bollywood-style serendipity or a Hollywood-style grand gesture.

Picture this: you, strolling down the street like a scene straight out of a Yash Chopra film, a gentle breeze expertly tousling your hair, and then it happens – your dupatta, in a carefully choreographed dance of fate, flutters gracefully and entangles itself in the wristwatch of your crush. The universe holds its breath, the violins crescendo, and… cut!

Reality check: It’s more likely that your scarf gets stuck in the door of a passing car, leaving you in a frantic tug-of-war with inanimate objects, while your crush walks by obliviously.

And let’s not even get started on those Hollywood daydreams. The star quarterback, the embodiment of coolness, suddenly dropping to one knee in the middle of a game, a sea of spectators holding their breath, to declare his undying love for the quiet, bookish girl who’d rather be immersed in a world of quantum physics than watching football. The cheers, the tears, the slow clap that turns into a standing ovation – it’s all there, perfectly scripted.

Reality check, take two: He’d probably trip over his own shoelaces, knock down the mascot, and end up tangled in a flag while the girl in question is engrossed in a particularly fascinating chapter about subatomic particles.

But you know what? As hilarious as these fantasies are, there’s a certain magic in the absurdity. It’s a reminder that love isn’t about perfection or flawless execution. It’s about the messy, the awkward, and the utterly human moments that define our connections.

So, while we may not have SRK serenading us atop Swiss mountains or quarterbacks declaring their love at halftime, we have something even better – the beautifully imperfect, wonderfully ridiculous, and absolutely real moments that make up our own love stories.

After all, who needs a perfectly choreographed dance when you can have a scarf-in-the-car-door kind of love? That’s the stuff legends are made of.

But let us now come to the present. In an age of swipes and “situationships,” it’s not uncommon to yearn for the days of grand gestures and heart-pounding declarations of affection. While we’re navigating 2023 with our VR headsets and self-driving cars, there’s a little part in all of us that secretly hopes for a touch of old-fashioned romance.

Here’s the thing: who wouldn’t want a romance straight out of a Meg Ryan-Tom Hanks classic? You know, the kind where love letters were exchanged instead of emojis, and surprise meet-cutes happened more often than autocorrect fails?

Imagine a world where you didn’t need an app to find love, but a chance encounter at a bookstore, where a shared love for Stephen King sparked a conversation that would lead to a lifetime of shared bookshelves.

Sure, we’re in the era of Gen Z and Y, but let’s face it, even they must secretly long for the days when relationships had a clear status: you were either dating, or you weren’t. None of this “situationship” grey area that’s enough to make even Schrödinger’s cat question its existence.

And let’s talk about ghosting. Was Casper always a ghost? No! Sometimes he was just friendly. Now, “ghosted” is a verb. Imagine Romeo ghosting Juliet – “Hey, Jules, BRB, forever.” That’s just not how Shakespeare rolls.

In the age of instant gratification, where Netflix asks if you’re still watching after three episodes, patience in romance might seem like a foreign concept. But there’s a charm in waiting for that handwritten letter or the anticipation of a planned date.

Oh, and speaking of dates – let’s bring back the grand gestures! Picture this: a surprise picnic in the park, complete with a live band and fireflies. Not another mundane coffee shop interview for the position of significant other.

So, while we’re all for embracing the future, it doesn’t hurt to borrow a page or two from the old school romance handbook. After all, who doesn’t want a love story that’s timeless, filled with laughter, and sprinkled with a touch of magic? Shall I put out some gestures for ya’ll GenZ and the millennials that have forgotten their guru SRK and Ryan Gosling’s tips and tricks?Let’s add some extra pizzazz and humor to these romantic revival concepts:

Unplugged Dates: Take a break from screens and embark on a quest! Plan a treasure hunt around the city, with clues written in rhyming couplets and a pirate-themed treasure chest awaiting at the end. Don’t forget the eyepatches and parrots for added flair!

Courting and Chivalry: Shake things up! Instead of swiping right, imagine sending a love note via a carrier pigeon dressed as James Bond, complete with a tuxedo and spy gadgets. Bonus points if it delivers a bouquet of roses in its beak!

Customized Gifts: Get whimsical with your presents! Create a scavenger hunt that leads to a gift wrapped in layers of comedic disguises. Or commission an artist to paint a portrait of you both as intergalactic explorers, with your pet as a wise-cracking alien sidekick.

Shared Hobbies and Interests: Unearth some unconventional activities! Enroll in a cooking class where you both have to prepare a dish while wearing exaggerated chef hats and fake mustaches. Or sign up for a tandem hang gliding lesson, where you soar through the skies like a pair of lovebirds (don’t forget the aviator goggles and cheesy love-themed call signs)!

Meaningful Communication: Move over, emojis! Send a singing telegram that belts out your feelings in the style of a Broadway musical. Or hire a team of synchronized skydivers to form the words “You’re my lobster” mid-air!

Spontaneous Acts of Kindness: Amp up the surprise factor! Leave a trail of glitter leading to a room filled with inflatable palm trees and a kiddie pool turned into a makeshift romantic lagoon. Bonus points for synchronized swimming routines!

Dressing Up for Each Other: Time to go over the top! Host a costume party for two, where you both dress as fictional characters on a romantic adventure. Roll out a red carpet, hire a pretend paparazzi (with comically oversized cameras), and don’t forget the acceptance speeches!

In the end, whether it’s a quirky scavenger hunt or a skydiving serenade, the key to a timeless romance lies in embracing the whimsical and the unexpected. So, dear readers, let’s sprinkle a bit of old-school charm into our modern love stories. After all, love should be a delightful adventure, filled with laughter and a touch of magic. So, go ahead, put on those aviator goggles, and let your love story take flight! Here’s to grand gestures and unforgettable moments that make our hearts soar. After all, love is the greatest adventure of them all!


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Sibling Souls: Unraveling the Mystery of Our Telepathic Millennial Upbringing

I am back with a banger, which I am sure the millennial kids would side with. WHY-DID-WE-ALL-HAVE-A-COMMON-CHILDHOOD? Ah, the great Millennial Convergence Conspiracy! It’s as if we all attended the same global daycare center run by a benevolent overlord named Nostalgia.

Our parents, of course, were part of a secret society called The Committee for Universal Millennial Upbringing (TCUMU), where they exchanged parenting tips on how to properly raise a generation on a steady diet of Rasna and Pokemon battles.

And let’s not forget the mandatory fashion classes we all secretly attended, where skinny jeans and slap bracelets were deemed the pinnacle of style, while our elders scratched their heads in bewilderment.

Now ya’ll tell me, why is it that when we ask our parents where to put something, we get the answer as “on my head”. As if “On my head” is the ultimate parental GPS system, ensuring that no misplaced object shall escape their omniscient gaze.

And the legendary “flying chappal” maneuver! A staple of brown households, deployed with uncanny accuracy and precision. It’s a marvel of aerodynamics, a true feat of parental athleticism. We, the brave recipients of these airborne missiles, have developed lightning-fast reflexes and ninja-like evasion skills.

And my dear millennials, the inevitable marriage pressure! The universal rite of passage for every brown child. It’s like they believe there’s a mystical age limit, and once you cross it, they summon the Marriage Brigade to ensure you find a life partner faster than you can say “arranged matrimony.”

I know everyone will agree that we have such a tiring schedule as a corporate slave or a government employee, but Oh, the golden age of boundless energy and unstoppable enthusiasm! We were like tiny Energizer bunnies on steroids, weren’t we?

Rising at the crack of dawn, we embarked on our daily odyssey to the hallowed halls of education, armed with backpacks that seemed larger than life itself. Eight hours of mental gymnastics, where we acrobatically flipped between subjects, all while desperately trying to avoid the dreaded “pop quizzes.”

Then, off to our extracurricular boot camps, where we honed our skills in everything from quadratic equations to pirouettes. Dance, music, math, you name it – we were the Renaissance kids of the modern era.

And let’s not forget our heroic endeavors in the neighborhood Olympics! “Pitthu,” the ancient sport of dodging balls and reclaiming thrones, was our battlefield. “I Spy(commonly known as Ice Pice)” a covert operation involving keen eyes and stealthy maneuvers, was our secret agent training. And cricket, the national pastime of our childhood, where we learned the art of diplomacy through heated arguments over LBW decisions.

Yet, somehow, we emerged from these daily marathons with boundless energy, ready to conquer the world. Our parents must’ve been convinced we were part-time superheroes.

Lo and behold, in this day and age, we wield iPhones with the finesse of a master swordsman. With a flick of the finger, we summon the digital realm, effortlessly gliding through screens and apps. It’s like we’re wizards casting spells with our touchscreens!

But oh!, the ancient art of phone button mashing! It’s like we were training for a digital thumb-wrestling championship. “A-B-C, no wait, that’s not right… Let’s try again, a-b-c!” It was a workout for our thumbs that would put any texting Olympian to shame. We had biceps in our thumbs, I tell you!

And who can forget the legendary landline negotiations? “Mom, Dad, can I use the phone? Just for a quick chat…about life-altering pre-teen matters, of course.” It was like trying to obtain royal permission to access the kingdom’s most prized treasure.

The landline itself was a majestic beast, perched on a throne in the living room, connected to the world by a seemingly endless cord. It was the lifeline to our social universe, and we guarded it with the fervor of medieval knights.

Now, armed with our streaming services, we wield the power of a thousand cassette tapes in the palm of our hands. We curate playlists with the finesse of a Michelin-star chef crafting a gourmet meal.

Ah, ancient rites of musical initiation back in our day, it was more like a quest for the Holy Grail of Walkmans. Venturing into the Internet Cafe was akin to a mystical pilgrimage. Armed with floppy disks or USB relics, we humbly approached the Oracle of the Counter, beseeching for the latest English songs.

And let us not forget the legends themselves: Linkin Park, the angsty bards; Michael Jackson, the moonwalking maestro; Backstreet Boys, the harmonizing heroes; and Queen, the rock royals. Their melodies were our anthems, and their beats, our battle cries.And the 2010s bops, a treasure trove of head-banging hits! Each bass drop was a seismic event, sending shockwaves through our adolescent souls. We danced like nobody was watching, except for the occasional judging cat or curious pet goldfish.

May I now touch upon the holy and favourite topic, SCHOOL CRUSHES? I refuse to believe if any of us say that we did not have school crushes. And if ya’ll had them in the same class then you don’t know the struggle of sacrificing your lunch break or deliberately taking the longer route to playground/washroom.

Ah, the sacred art of school crushes! They were like beams of sunshine on a rainy day, weren’t they? The mere sight of them transformed mundane math classes into thrilling adventures in quadratic equations.

If your crush graced the same class as you, well, consider yourself a contestant in the Olympic sport of covert glances and strategic detours. Lunch breaks were merely opportunities for reconnaissance missions, plotting the perfect path to accidentally-on-purpose stroll by their desk.

And if they were in the next class then let’s not forget the tactical missions to retrieve the duster or chalk! It was a military operation, executed with precision and finesse. “Oh, I’ll get it! It’s my turn!” we’d eagerly proclaim, just to steal a fleeting moment in their presence.

Their smile was our personal antidote to Monday blues! It was like a magic spell, banishing all traces of school-related woes with a single radiant grin. The teacher could be talking about the most riveting subject in the world, but the real showstopper was that heart-melting smile from across the room.

We became experts in the art of accidental encounters, masters of the casual hello, and champions of the not-so-subtle hair flip or shirt adjustment. It was a theatrical performance worthy of Broadway, and we were the stars.

So, my fellow Millennial co-conspirator, take heart in knowing that we share a cosmic bond forged in the age of dial-up internet. Together, we shall forever hold the title of “The Most Memorable Generation,” leaving Zoomers and Gen Zers to marvel at the legends of our common childhood!

XOXO

YOUR GIRL

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DIARY MONOLOGUE: WHERE AWKWARD MEETS AWESOME!!

Hey fabulous readers,

No, I’m not your classic Upper East Sider, and this isn’t your typical Gossip Girl scenario. But, oh, how I secretly wish my blog could be as addictive as Blair Waldorf’s social circle dramas!

Alright, let’s reboot this with a little humour and whole lot of quirkiness. Because let’s face it, love at first sight might be a bit far-fetched, but trust me, believing in the power of good laugh is the real deal. So, here I am ready to fumble my way through the keyboard, aiming for witty and comical, and hoping that my words will give you a hearty chuckle. After all, isn’t that the best kind of love?

So, lets try it again.

Hello my lovelies, bonjour mes chéris and 안녕하세요, 내 사랑스러운 분들. Today marks the historic day in the history of my life: I’m officially dipping my toes in the vast ocean of blogging! Picture this: a diary that is open for the whole world to read. Yep, that’s right, no more secret hideouts for my hobby adventures. It’s time to let the awkward, the hilarious and the downright awesome moments see the light of the day!

Why the name “DIARY MONOLOGUE”? Well, because let’s face it, sometimes my inner monologues are like a sitcom script waiting to be discovered. So why not share the laughter, the mishaps, and the “I-can’t-believe-that-just-happened” moment with you all.

And let me be real with you, courage is my new bestfriend right now. Because who knew hitting that “publish” button could be so exhilaratingly terryifying? But hey, we’re in this together, right?

Anyway, before I divert off the topic, let me welcome ya’ll time travelling millennials and honorary Gen Z members! Let’s face it, straddling the line between millennial and Gen Z can be a rollercoaster ride. But fear not, this blog is your safe haven, no matter which side of the generational fence you’re on.

Now, my fabulous readers, what tickles your fancy? Are we diving into the world of timeless romance or basking in the glory of my everlasting devotion to the ACOTAR series or will it be our profound love for the korean dramas or something entirely different. The choice is yours!!

Stay tuned for more tales from my whimsical world, because the blog is about to take you on a rollercoaster ride of laughter, mishaps and maybe a sprinkle of wisdom(if we’re feeling particularly sophisticated that day)

SO, I OFFICIALLY WELCOME YOU TO THE DIARY MONOLOGUE: Where the diary is open, monologue is hilarious and the fun is boundless!!!

XOXO ( Because a little gossip girl flair never hurt anyone)

YOUR GIRL.

Hoping my diary looks like this