Damn, I impress myself sometimes. First attempt, baby.
(Btw, I got serious beef with Americans saying aluminum)

Just overheard what seems to be a reunion catchup, turned into a grief competition at a café.

“My aunt died.”
“Oh, my dad died.”

No reaction. Just laughter over mentions of depression, cancer, and bed rotting for a week.

What did I just witness?

The other day, my mom and I were on FaceTime with my brother, discussing free will, determinism, and the classic, “If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?” It’s a pretty regular conversation for me, but the STEM guy was definitely not amused.

The best part of studying biopsychology? Knowing exactly which part of my brain (it’s amygdala) and which gland (it’s adrenal) is responsible for my stress as we speak. Oh, the irony that is psychology as always. But hey, the more you know?

There are days when I’m completely in love with academics and chasing down random research topics. And then there are days when I’m just sick of it all. Most days, though, the love wins (I think). It’s messy, and quite existential, but I’m so curious to see what happens next.

I just took an exam today and got another one day after, then got a week off for the next one. Quite the schedule, eh?

Am I dog-tired and irritated or just dehydrated?

Find a better “hitting snooze” screenshot, I dare you. I just found this randomly, and it represents my whole week, no joke.

I’m a bit concerned about how little I wanna socialize these days. I mean it’s always like that for me, but these days I’ve been dodging plans left and right. Not sure if it’s a good or bad thing, since I do enjoy it.

I’m a dork to the level of being hyped when I find studies backing up my hypothesis. This time around it was anxiety in middle-aged vs. young adult working women. The scores were higher for middle-aged, I searched it up, and research papers flooded my screen. I love that moment right there.

I spent this whole week and particularly, one full night to complete writing my practical file for this semester. Got home after the submission, running on barely any sleep, food or water. Had lunch, napped for a lil’ while and fell asleep at night for almost 12 hours. Honestly, don’t regret it 🤷🏻‍♀️

I’m having a pretty decent day juggling a psychology practical deadline while binging a random season of MasterChef Australia. Damn, cooking shows might just be the ultimate guilty pleasure.

I was watching ‘The Good Doctor’ and couldn’t help but think real-life surgeons/doctors must get excited over new interesting cases—while the patient’s like, “Seriously man, wtf?” Then again, as a psych student, I get giddy over unique results or cracking a clever analysis. So, who am I to judge?

My mom sent me this quote the other day because she knows from my many rants that I struggle to keep in touch. It’s not about being mean; I just value my space. Sharing stories with people outside my daily circle takes effort with context, time, and energy. If it’s not mutual, it’s not worth it.

Yesterday, I spoke to a school “friend” I’d been avoiding for months — if that title still fits. She doesn’t get that people drift apart, so every lapse in contact demands too much justification & apologies I don’t mean. Still, I’m proud I finally set some boundaries, after all these years.