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Today I went to the mall, got groceries, and got a cheescake n milk for myself to indulge in 😼, so I sat at the benches and ate to my fill, it was like a solo date honestly, I did sudoku, I drew half-heartedly yet felt full, and read abit. Came back home, cleaned my room, made myself an avocado milkshake, danced to some tunes and I'm watching YOU as I type this. Now I'm going to stretch, take a shower and tuck myself into my freshly made bed :3.

The Tragic Cycle of Wired Headphones: A Self-Reflection

You know that moment when you buy a fresh pair of wired headphones and make a silent promise to yourself? This time will be different. This time, you won’t shove them into your bag like some kind of deranged squirrel hoarding acorns. You won’t yank them out of your phone like you’re trying to start a lawnmower. You will treat them with care, with respect.

And yet.

Somehow.

Here you are. Again. Another pair, dead. The left earbud? Gone. The right one? Hanging on for dear life, whispering faintly, like it’s calling out from the afterlife. You stare at it, baffled. How? HOW did this happen? You were careful. You learned from the last five pairs. Didn’t you?

No. You didn’t.

Because the truth is, you’ve said this every time. Every. Single. Time. Your history is littered with the ghosts of headphones past—frayed wires, sound cutting in and out like a broken radio transmission, rubber casings peeling back to reveal the fragile, suffering wires inside. You think about how they got here. The careless wrapping around your phone. The times you let them dangle from your pocket like an afterthought. The fact that, at least once, you definitely fell asleep with them still tangled around you like a techno-umbilical cord.

And this—this isn’t just about headphones. No. This is about you. About your patterns. Your delusions. The fact that you keep repeating the same mistakes and expecting a different outcome.

Isn’t that the definition of insanity?

Maybe it’s a metaphor. Maybe your headphones die because you don’t handle delicate things well—physical or emotional. Maybe you ignore problems until they break. Maybe you see the warning signs—the faint crackle in the audio, the slightly exposed wire—and you pretend everything’s fine. It’s fine. It’s FINE. Until one day, it isn’t.

Or maybe, hear me out, wired headphones are simply not meant to last. Maybe they are built to self-destruct, to betray us, to force us into this never-ending cycle of grief and rebirth. Maybe we are all just victims of a larger force—planned obsolescence, capitalism, the cruel inevitability of entropy.

Or maybe, just maybe… I need to stop buying $3 gas station headphones and expecting them to last a lifetime.

Anyway. If you see me buying another pair tomorrow, no you didn’t.

I (edit: recently viewed a video indicating that some people may not recognize what an em dash is, and that using it could lead to assumptions of AI usage. I would like to clarify that I do not utilize AI; I merely use an em dash when it is suitable for its intended purpose.)

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Idk what happened to the post I just made but basically:

I'm sick and tired man, I just wanna go home.

I don't have money. I only got for transport to the bus station and money for the ticket back home, I mean, I don't mind not eating shit since I do fasting alot but goddammit.

I don't know if I'll even have money to call my driver to pick me up once I reach. URGHHHHH fml

0/10 day

I'm writing using my mobile browser and it's just Urgh take me homeeee ☹️

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Fixed my old iPhone 6 plus 🥹❤️‍🩹 (I'm sick of it)

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Lucifer 😩, not so painful cramps, hot water bottle, ices coffee, green tea, Luci, folded laundry, oh did I mention Lucifer? Lucifer😽

7/10 day but feeling like a 10/10

Sunday Musings - 020225

This morning, I decided that my usual sunny-side-up simply wouldn’t do. Sundays deserve something a little more indulgent, a little more special—so I let my egg transform into golden, cinnamon-kissed French toast. A small luxury, but a luxury nonetheless.

The rest of the day? A delicate balance between leisure and productivity. Too Hot to Handle had me in a vice grip (no regrets, I love that game), but I still managed to weave in moments of purpose—gathering ideas for my alter ego’s literary journey, tending to the house, and looking after my little cousin. Life, in its quiet rhythms.

And then, there was Animal Farm. A book I’ve picked up twice before, but never quite seen the way I do now. It’s fascinating how stories shift when read through older eyes—how words once skimmed over now demand to be felt. Perhaps this time, I’ll listen.

Today was a 6/10. Not extraordinary, not mundane—just a day, simply lived. Could I have done more? Maybe. But sometimes, being present in even the smallest moments is enough :)

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I'm obsessed with Dr. House 😔

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I'm watching House and I keep falling in love with this show🫶🏾. Best show everrrr, will defo rewatch once I finish lol, I already miss some episodes😭

Folded my laundry, was supposed to go out but aunty was stuck watching some show the whole day so that was uneventful. I cooked and washed many loads of dishes, I should prolly wash my hair but I'm too lazy to do so :/

100 days of taking Italian seriously 😝

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Too much to talk about, undoing my hair rn, did a sudoku puzzle 😝, might do 1 more b4 bed, I'm enjoying this.