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I’ve decided it’s time to pick up a hobby. I’ve had my eyes on knitting for a long time now, but I never got around to it because, well, I was a corporate girl with little to no time. “Why is she talking about knitting when the title is about crochet?” you might ask. Or maybe not. 🙂 I did some research on Reddit, YouTube, and other go-to places to find out the difference between knitting and crochet, and which one is better, easier, and more accessible for me. Based on my analysis (and maybe a bit of self-delusion), I found that crochet is better and easier for me to learn. So, I began my crochet journey. First things first, I needed tools! Not hammers and nails, but crochet tools, which were pretty easy to find thanks to Amazon. Anything from the comfort of home (times like these, I love technology). Next, I turned to our go-to learning space—YouTube. You wouldn’t believe the sheer number of videos out there on crocheting. It’s like a whole universe I never knew existed. From basic stitches to advanced techniques, there’s a video for everything. Finding that one video where they explained things in a way I could understand wasn’t as time-consuming as I thought it would be. I guess that’s one perk of having endless content at our fingertips. But, of course, I had to wade through a few tutorials that were either too fast, too slow, or just too complicated before I found the one that clicked. Finally, it was time to start crocheting. I decided to start with a simple square, which turned out pretty good on the first try. However, turning the stitch was really confusing, and it only took two breakdowns before I finally got it right. But hey, that’s part of the process, right? Learning something new isn’t supposed to be easy, but that’s what makes it rewarding. Now that I’ve got the hang of it, I’m excited to see where this crochet journey takes me. Maybe one day I’ll be making cute little animals or cozy blankets. For now, I’m just proud of my slightly wonky square. But hey, that’s part of the process, right? Learning something new isn’t supposed to be easy, but that’s what makes it rewarding. Now that I’ve (mostly) figured it out, I’m ready to see where this crochet adventure leads. Who knows, maybe one day I’ll be whipping up adorable amigurumi animals or crafting blankets so cosy they’ll make hibernation look appealing. For now, I’m just over here celebrating my slightly wonky square like it’s a masterpiece. Baby steps, right? Bye-bye for now!

The turmoil of thoughts during never-ending job hunting can feel like an exhausting emotional rollercoaster. You might cycle through hope, doubt, frustration, and determination all in the same day. There's the initial optimism that comes with sending applications, a sense of possibility in each new opportunity. But as time drags on, self-doubt creeps in—am I doing enough? Am I qualified enough? Worse, the path forward starts to feel like wandering down a road with no clear destination in sight. It’s disorienting—everyone else seems to have a well-defined path. Programmers, product managers, and designers, all have a specific goal and clear steps to take. Meanwhile, I’m out here throwing darts at a wall, hoping one hits the bullseye. Looking back, it almost feels like I’ve been doing random things, trying out different roles, courses, and approaches, all without a real sense of direction. There’s no specific career path I’ve followed, no clear trajectory to where I want to go. Everyone around me seems to have their act together, chasing roles in fields where they’ve gained years of experience and specialized knowledge. I, on the other hand, seem to be casting a wide net, hoping something— anything —sticks. After feeling lost in the job search wilderness for so long, I finally decided to pursue a course in science, thinking it might give me some clarity or a sense of direction. And while it’s helping me gain some skills, the nagging doubt is always there, whispering, What are you even applying for? Where is this heading? It’s like trying to solve a puzzle without knowing what the final picture should look like. Everyone else seems to be piecing theirs together, while I’m stuck shuffling pieces with no frame, no corners, no clues. And it’s draining. The job hunt isn’t just about searching for employment anymore—it’s about searching for a purpose, for some kind of validation that I’m on the right track, even if that track is winding, messy, and full of detours. It's not that I believe everyone around me has it all figured out. I know people have their own uncertainties. But at the very least, they seem to have one thing I don’t: a clear idea of what role they should be applying for. They might be unsure of their next steps, but they know what they're stepping into. Me? I’m out here applying for jobs I don’t even fully qualify for, hoping something will click. And it’s that uncertainty— what role am I even suited for? —that makes this whole process feel so much heavier. It’s like trying to win a game when I don’t even know the rules. I’m not just struggling with whether or not I’m good enough—I’m struggling to figure out what  I’m even supposed to be good at. Meanwhile, I’m watching others who at least have that baseline certainty—they’re applying for project manager roles because that’s what they’ve trained for, or they’re software engineers who know their path, even if the competition is tough. But me? I feel like I’m spinning the wheel of fortune, hoping to land on something that makes sense. What makes it worse is the job market itself. It's not just a matter of finding a role that fits anymore. I’m competing with people who have 20+ years of experience and are still getting rejected for not meeting some requirements. It’s a rollercoaster—one minute I’m motivated, thinking I’ll land the perfect role and the next, I’m questioning whether I’ll ever find something where I can genuinely add value. For now, though, it’s back to the grind, back to sending out applications and hoping for that one moment when it all clicks—when the abyss of endless job hunting finally shows a glimmer of light. Until then, I’ll keep spiralling, but maybe with a little less panic and a little more faith that the path, as undefined as it may be, is still worth walking. Alrighty folks!!! That’s all for the depressed ranting about my quarter-life crisis. Let’s see where this wild ride takes us next—maybe to a job, maybe just to more coffee and existential dread.  Bye-bye for now!

It all started on a Tuesday afternoon when I found myself staring at the ceiling, feeling the weight of boredom pressing down on me. Scrolling through my social media feeds wasn’t cutting it anymore, and I knew I needed something different—something challenging, yet oddly satisfying. Enter: the 1,000-piece puzzle. Now, I’m not a puzzle enthusiast by any means. My last experience with one probably involved cartoon characters and about 20 pieces. But desperate times call for desperate measures. I dug through my closet and pulled out a puzzle I had bought ages ago, probably in some optimistic moment when I thought I’d be one of those people who leisurely works on puzzles while sipping tea. Spoiler alert: I’m not. I spread all 1,000 pieces across the dining table, feeling a mix of excitement and dread. The picture on the box was a beautiful palace of Mysore —charming, but with a million tiny details that looked intimidating. “How hard can this be?” I thought to myself. Little did I know, the challenge ahead would test my patience in ways I wasn’t prepared for. Day 1: I started with the edges. Because, let’s be honest, it’s the only logical way to start a puzzle, right? Turns out, finding all those edge pieces took longer than I anticipated. I had moments of triumph when I found that one elusive corner piece, but they were quickly followed by frustration as I realized half the pieces looked the same. Day 3: The middle section was a beast. The buildings all blended together in shades of brown and beige, and I began to question why I ever thought this was a good idea. I considered giving up, but my stubbornness kicked in. I wasn’t going to let a bunch of tiny cardboard pieces defeat me. Day 5: At some point, I entered a trance-like state, where time lost all meaning and my entire focus was on finding the right piece. I started seeing puzzle patterns in my dreams. It was a little unsettling, but also weirdly satisfying. My table was now covered in various small clusters of connected pieces, giving me hope that I was making progress. But then came Day 7… and I quit. Yep, after a long struggle, I decided enough was enough. My dining table was held hostage by thousands of tiny pieces that had drained my will to keep going. The final piece never made it into place, and the puzzle? Well, it sits in its half-finished glory, staring back at me, mocking me every time I pass by. Will I pick it up again? Maybe. Hope springs eternal, right? But for now, I’m content with knowing that I gave it my best shot, and I can always return to it when I’m ready. After all, a bit of determination, a lot of stubbornness, and the right mindset are all I need to conquer it… someday. Bye-bye for now! ✨

It all started when I was brainstorming cute, creative gift ideas for my boyfriend. Sure, I could’ve gone the usual route—buy something, plan a surprise date, or even attempt baking (which, let’s face it, would be a disaster). But then I thought, “Why not create something really personal?” Enter: learning HTML and CSS! With zero coding experience, I dove into the world of web design, thanks to YouTube tutorials. I spent days learning how to make buttons, style text, and add quirky little features. And after countless attempts, I finally created a cute website that asks him, “Do you love me?” with two options: Yes and No. The catch? You can’t actually click “No”—it just zooms around the screen, dodging your mouse. Pretty genius, right? 😏 When I showed him the site, I was so proud of myself. But of course, being the software engineer he is, he immediately broke my website just to peek at the code! (How rude!) But hey, he absolutely loved it, so I’ll let it slide. The effort totally paid off, and I learned a new skill along the way. Lesson learned: When you date a software engineer, nothing is safe, not even your cute little code. 😂 . Also here's the website i made check it out https://mycookieee.w3spaces.com/ Alrighty, folks, that’s enough coding love stories for one day. If you need me, I’ll be busy dodging “No” buttons and trying not to break my next masterpiece. Until then, may your code be clean, your buttons clickable (or not 😜), and your creativity endless. Bye-bye for now! 💻✨