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It’s strange seeing someone talk about “slow drifting.”

They talk like it just naturally happened to everyone, but you know it didn’t. You saw the whole thing happening clearly, everything unfold right in front of you.

I saw a post saying some connections end quietly. No fights. No big fallout. Just different energy. And sure, that happens. But in this case, the story didn’t really match what I actually lived.

I was there. I saw how it unfolded.

We somehow reunited, and it felt like things were finding their way back. The laughs, the usual chaos, the familiar feel of it all. It gave me hope that maybe the vibe was returning. But right after that, the pulling away started.

Plans were declined. Group hangouts were always a no. Then one day, he stepped away from everything. No explanation. Just poof, gone again. And while we know he didn’t owe us a full breakdown of his choices, seeing him as someone we truly valued made us feel we at least deserved a little clarity.

So when I read about “trying to bring back the old vibe,” I couldn’t help but smile a little, because whatever effort there was felt small and almost half hearted. It never really felt like an attempt to reconnect. In the end, it was simply a choice to step away. And that’s not bitterness. That’s just the reality we accepted.

But here’s the thing: I was truly hurt, but I’m really not mad.

People move differently. They outgrow spaces. They find new circles that make sense for where they are now. And that’s completely okay. That’s life happening the way it’s meant to.

What caught us off guard wasn’t the change itself, but the quiet way it happened. We never expected him to stay forever. We understand that people grow and priorities shift. We just hoped for a bit of honesty… maybe a simple, “hey, things are changing for me lately.” That small openness would have gone a long way.

I wish he knew we weren’t asking for anything heavy or lifelong. Just honesty. A gentle heads up. A little effort to keep things real. That’s all.

The old vibe didn’t disappear on its own. It faded because he stopped showing up.

October 25, 2025 : Halloween Party, Concrete Escape, Tagaytay City, PH

What I didn’t expect was this: while that space was being emptied, life was already preparing the next chapter. A pair of new people came in and instantly blended with us. No pressure, no guessing, no drama. The vibe was effortless. Light. As if we had been waiting for the right pieces to fall into place.

It’s funny how life works. Someone drifts out, and suddenly there’s room for people who genuinely match your energy. Who bring joy, ease, and connection without needing explanations or effort. People who show up, lift the vibe, and just fit.

Connections don’t always end dramatically. Sometimes they fade quietly.

And sometimes they’re replaced by something even better — naturally, effortlessly, and in a way that reminds you how resilient and full life can be.

No anger. Just a quiet, honest heart,

Today I slowed down just enough to notice the little things. My son laughed at something simple — a sound, a face, a silly moment — and it reminded me that joy doesn’t need to be big to be real.

Motherhood is full of challenges, but it’s also full of these flashes of light. Tiny reminders that even when life feels heavy, there’s always something worth blooming for.

I think that’s what I want this space to be — a reminder to myself (and anyone reading) that beauty is often hidden in the smallest details.

I had originally planned to spend my birthday in Taiwan. We had gone there just a few months ago. Me, my friends, and my boyfriend. The trip left something lingering in my heart. It felt natural to want to return. Familiar. Safe in a different way. But as the day approached, I realized what I needed wasn’t to go back to somewhere I had just been. What I needed was to be held by something that already knows me. So instead, I chose Boracay.

This place has always been special to me. It’s where my boyfriend and I typically go to celebrate our anniversaries. A quiet, sun-soaked tradition we never really planned, but always come back to. It’s become a place where my shoulders drop. Where the noise fades. Where I feel most myself, even when I’m not quite sure who that is yet. Because truthfully? This year, I turned 33 and I still don’t have it all figured out. I’m still uncertain. Still asking big questions. Still carrying small fears and unfinished thoughts about where I’m going, what I want, and whether I’m getting any closer to it.

But this birthday didn’t demand answers. It just asked me to be here. And I was.

We kept it slow. Beach walks. Cloud-watching. Dips in the ocean. Conversations that started and stopped, drifting from thought to thought. Sand, and salty skin. The kind of trip that doesn’t need a highlight reel because the quiet moments already say enough. It wasn’t a grand celebration. But it was real. Present. And maybe that’s what I’ve been craving more than anything lately, to feel at peace, even if just for a little while.

I don’t know what 33 will bring. Maybe more questions. Maybe some clarity. Maybe both. But I’m learning that it’s okay to still be unsure. To celebrate life in the middle of the figuring-it-out. To choose softness, even when the world tells you to hustle.

So here’s to 33 — To the quiet birthdays. To the places that feel like home. And to being okay with not having it all together.

Happy birthday to me. I’m still becoming. And that’s more than enough.

With love and light,

Kaye 🌺

For the longest time, I struggled with feeling like I had to shrink myself just to keep the peace. To be quiet instead of honest. To endure instead of express. But I’ve outgrown that version of me. Setting emotional boundaries doesn’t mean I’m being “too much” or overly sensitive, it means I’ve taken the time to understand what drains me, what disrespects me, and what I simply can’t tolerate anymore. It means I’ve learned how to protect my peace even if it makes others uncomfortable. I’m not here to argue every time I speak up. This isn’t about control or confrontation, it’s about wanting to feel safe, heard, and respected in the spaces and relationships I’m part of. And truly, that’s not asking for a lot. That’s the bare minimum. If something makes me uncomfortable, I’m going to say it. Not to start a fight, but to honor myself. If you care, you’ll take the time to listen. If you don’t, then that already tells me everything I need to know.

It’s funny, isn’t it? How some connections are brushed off as “harmless” even when there’s a history, a context, a gut feeling that says otherwise. Some things just don’t sit right and that’s not insecurity talking. That’s intuition. And I’ve learned to stop ignoring mine. Some wounds don’t reopen because I’m weak, they reopen when someone I trusted acts like those wounds were never there to begin with. When they walk carelessly through the spaces where I’ve clearly said, “Please be gentle here.” I’m not asking for perfection. I’m not asking to control anyone’s behavior. I’m simply asking for awareness, for respect. For the kind of love that remembers what hurt… and chooses not to repeat it.

This is what emotional maturity looks like. Not walking away from hard conversations but knowing when your voice deserves more than to be constantly dismissed. Not needing others to agree with your boundaries, just needing them to be honored. At the end of the day, I’m not demanding anything extravagant, I’m just asking for what every person deserves. To be treated with care, with kindness, and with consistency. Because when it comes down to it, the bare minimum isn’t too much to ask. It’s what should’ve been there all along.

If you’ve ever been told you’re “too much” for standing up for yourself, this is your reminder that you’re not. You’re not too loud for speaking your truth. You’re not too sensitive for wanting to feel safe, and you’re definitely not asking for too much by expecting the bare minimum.

Keep your standards. Keep your boundaries. And most importantly, keep your peace.

No longer apologizing for having needs,

Kaye

Some of my Sonny Angel Collection and Matcha Stash 😍

Hi there ~

If you’ve found your way here, welcome to this little pocket of calm where the pace slows down, matcha is always on hand, and happiness often comes wrapped in foil and surprise.

I’ve always found meaning in the in-betweens — the unhurried pauses between busy hours, the unexpected depth of late-night conversations with friends, and the tiny rituals that give shape and softness to everyday life.

These days, one of my favorite rituals is making iced matcha lattes. Not just for me, but for my other half too. It’s our end-of-day anchor: matcha, clinking glasses, and quiet debriefs. We sit, sip, and breathe. Honestly? That gentle routine is the highlight of my day.

It’s the quiet kind of love. The kind that catches you mid-breath and says, “You’re safe here.”

Outside of that quiet, you’ll likely find me surrounded by friends. Usually in the middle of a chaotic board game session, where the rules are blurry but the laughter is real. Those long, no-agenda hangouts that stretch past midnight? That’s my kind of magic.

And yes, I collect blind box figures. Mostly Sonny Angels and Mofusand. There’s something about the randomness, the reveal, that moment of anticipation… it never stops being delightful. It’s a dose of instant joy. Like childhood, but with better lighting and your own apartment.

A little chaos. A lot of cute. More serotonin than expected.

So, if you’re someone who finds comfort in small moments and thoughtful rituals, thinks iced matcha should be a love language, and values friendships built on both ridiculous games and real conversations:

Hi. I think we’d get along just fine.

Let’s swap blind box pulls sometime. Or better yet, just sit down for a good drink and a better chat.

☁️💫 Here’s to finding joy in the little things one cup, one figure, one soul-softening night at a time,

If you’re here reading this, maybe you’ve also found yourself quietly sitting with this question: Am I ready to get married? Or do I just want to be?

It’s strange, isn’t it? How something we’ve seen in movies, daydreamed about as kids, or watched happen to friends can start to feel like a personal pressure. Like a milestone we're supposed to reach and yet, when it comes close enough to touch, suddenly we’re not so sure anymore.

For me, it’s not that I don’t believe in love or commitment. I do. Deeply. I have love in my life. A good kind. The kind where you feel safe debriefing about your day while sipping iced coffee. The kind where you laugh at little things, grow slowly, hold space when things feel heavy.

And still, the question hangs: Is that enough to say yes to forever?

Some days, I feel like I’m ready. I think about the ring, the vows, the home we’d build. I imagine us in our own rhythm, folding laundry together, deciding what's for dinner, choosing curtains and arguing playfully about how many mugs one person actually needs (spoiler: it’s always more).

Other days, I freeze. The weight of “forever” feels overwhelming. What if I’m not who I need to be yet? What if we still have things to learn apart? What if this version of me isn’t fully done growing?

And then there are the days when I quietly notice that… maybe you’re not ready either.

Maybe you're not showing signs that you want it soon — or at all. Maybe you're still figuring it out too but not saying it out loud. And instead of feeling closer, that silence makes me feel like I’m the only one wondering. The only one wanting. The only one unsure in a different kind of way.

And then there’s this sneaky thought: Maybe I just want it to happen already.

Maybe I want to skip the overthinking and the what-ifs. Maybe I want the security, the validation, the label that says “yes, this is real and serious and permanent.” Because sometimes love feels realer when you can put a word like married on it.

But here’s the truth I’m learning: Not being sure doesn't mean I don't love.

It means I care enough to be honest. It means I’m brave enough to ask the questions, not just follow the script.

So, if you’re in this in-between place too, not sure if you’re ready, unsure if they are either, know you’re not alone. You’re not behind. You’re not broken. You're just human.

And maybe the answer isn’t “yes” or “no” right now.

Maybe it’s just “not yet,” or “still thinking,” or “I love you, and I’m figuring it out.”

And that’s okay.

🌿

Celebrating our 11th anniversary here in Boracay. No wedding bells yet, just beach waves, inside jokes, and a love still under construction,

Kaye

It’s wild how often we pour everything we have into someone else. Showing up, giving time, making space, bending over backwards. And somewhere in all of that, we lose track of who we even are.

We over commit to people, to roles, to the versions of ourselves that made sense back then. We chase expectations and timelines that don’t actually belong to us. And in the process, we under commit to figuring out who we really are now.

It's no wonder we sometimes wake up feeling lost, disconnected, and unsure—whether it's an identity crisis, burnout, or just growing pains.

Whatever it is, it’s a sign to pause and reflect.

This isn't about giving up on people or becoming selfish or walking away from everything. It’s about realizing that maybe you’ve been living a version of life that isn’t yours anymore. Maybe you’ve been performing instead of living.

And perhaps it’s time to finally choose you.

Even if you’re still figuring out who that is.

Even if you feel like a stranger to yourself right now.

Even if it’s messy and slow and doesn’t make sense to anyone else.

You don’t have to stay stuck in a version of life that no longer fits. You’re allowed to ask the hard questions. You’re allowed to outgrow people, places, and versions of yourself. You’re allowed to become someone new.

You don’t need to be perfect. You don’t need to be what they expect.

Just be better for you.

Better at trusting your own voice.

Better at standing by what you feel.

Better than who you were yesterday.

Better at choosing yourself, without fear or guilt.

This is your life. Own it.

Because it matters.

Because you matter.

✨ Especially when you’re unsure, start choosing you. 🌱

You’ve got this,

Kaye