Definitely cats, I absolutely love them. I want to adopt one too, but I don’t have time to take care of one right now. So I’m going to hold off for now.
If I had to describe 2025 in one line, I’d say this: it opened my eyes and forced me to reflect. Not in a dramatic, life-altering way, but in a slow, honest way. The kind that stays with you even when nothing big seems to be happening.
At the beginning of the year, I thought love and a promotion would be part of my story. They weren’t. And oddly enough, I’m not sad about that. I didn’t feel robbed or behind. I just felt… okay. Like maybe life was asking me to focus on something else instead of chasing timelines that weren’t mine.
One of the biggest decisions I made this year was writing my first short story. It wasn’t a loud announcement or a sudden burst of confidence. It was quiet and personal. I just decided to do it. That choice mattered to me because it reminded me that I don’t have to wait for the perfect moment or validation to start something I care about.
What really exhausted me in 2025 was a pattern. The kind you don’t notice until you’ve repeated it enough times to feel tired of yourself. Once I saw it clearly, I couldn’t ignore it anymore. And once I couldn’t ignore it, I knew it had to change.
I’m quietly proud of how much more at peace I feel now. I’m clearer. I don’t feel as pulled in different directions. I’ve started letting go of expectations, especially the ones that weren’t even mine to carry. I also became more aware of my habits, the good ones and the ones that were holding me back without me realizing it.
This year also taught me something very real about work, money, and ambition. Wanting more means working harder. There’s no escaping that. No shortcuts that don’t eventually catch up to you. If I want a different life, I have to be willing to put in consistent effort, even when it feels slow and invisible.
Being single this year didn’t make me feel lonely or lacking. It taught me that I don’t have to be sad about it. I’m becoming my best self in my own time. Love doesn’t need to arrive right now for my life to still feel meaningful. Everyone has their own timing, and mine just isn’t here yet.
One belief I finally let go of in 2025 is the idea that I’m useless. I’m not. I’m hardworking. I show up. I try, even when things don’t immediately work out. I’m content in ways I didn’t expect, and that matters more than I used to admit.
As I step into 2026, I’m carrying my confidence and clarity with me. I’m leaving behind unnecessary doubt and habits that don’t serve the person I’m becoming. 2025 didn’t give me everything I thought I wanted, but it gave me something solid. And for the first time in a while, that feels enough.
Happy New Year !!! 🎊🎉🩷🙏🏻
What do you think your 2025 went? Let me know your thoughts below 👇🏻💕
So was Jeon Jung-kook of BTS ( yes I will always bring BTS up…. Deal with it!!!).
That year matters to me, not because of nostalgia, but because of what it represents. 1997 wasn’t calm or settled. It was a year standing on the edge of something new, unsure whether to trust what came next. That uncertainty feels familiar. And ofcourse me and Jungkook was born in the same year, world needed us. 😂
A world that didn’t feel permanent
The world I was born into was already questioning itself.
Princess Diana 💕 died that year, and the way people reacted felt different. Public grief was raw, almost uncomfortable. It was one of the first times the world openly saw how fragile power, fame, and protection really were.
Colonial rule officially ended in Hong Kong. An old structure closed its chapter. At the same time, the Asian Financial Crisis shook economies that were supposed to be “safe.” Stability turned out to be temporary.
Even before I could understand it, the message was there: nothing lasts just because it always has.
Growing up alongside change
Technology didn’t explode in 1997. It crept in.
Netflix began as a simple idea. Google started quietly. Machines beat humans at chess for the first time. No one panicked yet, but something had shifted. The future was no longer distant. It was waiting.
I grew up adapting instead of arriving somewhere finished. Learning, unlearning, adjusting. That pattern stuck.
And to be honest, I am happy. Because I got to have a normal no phone childhood, and grow up as an amazing adult, with a great sense of self without caring about validation from anyone.
Emotion wasn’t embarrassing yet
Culture in 1997 felt honest.
Titanic made people cry openly, and it stays being one of my favourite movie (I can’t get past the fact that titanic came the same year as I was born). Music was dramatic. Pop stars were expressive, not detached. People weren’t afraid of feeling too much.
That shaped how I move through the world. I don’t dilute emotions to appear composed. I feel deeply, then decide what to do with it. Softness and strength were never opposites to me. They existed side by side.
Jungkook and the mirror effect
Jungkook being born the same year isn’t about comparison. It’s about resonance. He represents discipline with sensitivity. Growth without losing humanity. Global presence without emotional distance. Watching his evolution feels familiar. Not because our lives are similar, but because the tempo is.
We come from a year that doesn’t rush maturity, but demands it eventually. What being born in 1997 shaped in me I notice patterns before I trust systems. I value freedom but still want structure that earns my loyalty.
I’m independent, but I don’t mistake isolation for strength.
I’m ambitious, yet emotionally aware enough to know what ambition costs. I don’t force people. I state what I want. I don’t raise my voice (well I do kinda….). I hold my ground.
That’s very 1997.
What this year gave me
Being born in 1997 means I don’t blindly believe the world knows what it’s doing. I question gently. I move deliberately. I understand contradiction.
I can be brave and soft. Assertive and kind. Serious and playful.
Not because I’m trying to balance traits, but because I was born into a world that demanded flexibility.
I’ve always believed I’m a good judge of character. Not in an arrogant way. More in a quiet, observant, clock-the-patterns kind of way. People rarely surprise me…. And when they disappoint, it’s usually confirmation, not shock.
I notice red flags early. Body language, tone shifts, inconsistencies. When something feels off, I register it immediately. I still give people one chance, not because I’m naive, but because I believe in data, and I want to make sure I judged the person correctly. After that, I walk away. I don’t argue, I don’t linger, I don’t negotiate with behavior that doesn’t sit right with me. I’m pretty strong headed, if I decide something I do it.
When I meet someone new, I pay close attention to how they make me feel when interacting. People can perform kindness in public. I can be nice to someone I don’t like and than talk crap about them behind their back, it is very easy to fake (I do it in my office everyday 😭). However, energy is something that is harder to fake. And when words and actions don’t align, I always believe the actions. I say things I don’t mean sometimes, especially in emotional moments, but behavior tells the real story. Consistency matters more than intention.
Because of this, I’m rarely caught off guard. I don’t have many “I didn’t expect that from them” moments. Most people show you who they are early if you’re willing to watch instead of explain. I look for patterns, not isolated incidents. One mistake can happen. Repeated behavior is a choice.
Now-now 👀 I’m not a suspicious person, I am actually pretty chill, but I do believe in keeping my piece. So for that if I have to judge people, I will do it.
I’ve been called too understanding, which is ironic, because I don’t believe in forgiving and forgetting. I believe in moving on. Cleanly. I don’t need closure conversations or drawn-out explanations. Cutting someone off isn’t bitterness for me, it’s clarity. Distance is how I protect my peace.
That said, I know I’m not infallible. I’ve been wrong before. There was a time I ignored my intuition because I liked someone, and by the first date, the red flags were impossible to miss (who asks a girl you went out with to be friends with benefits ON the first date??? 🤢 AND then spend the whole date talking about another girl???). That experience didn’t make me colder. It made me sharper.
So am I a good judge of character? I think so. Not because I never misread people, but because I listen when my intuition speaks and I act on it. I’d rather walk away early than stay long enough to be proven right.