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happy 2025!!

hello blog!! i know it's a bit of a late post since we are almost at February already, but i wanted to come on here and share some of my honest new years resolutions!

WORK OUT MORE

i personally feel like i'm terrible at fitness and my body doesn't love that! i personally feel insecure about my tummy and I want to do what I can to work on improving my physical health! I've started going to a spin cycle class once a week, but I'd like to do more exercise too. I'm interested in swimming weekly too, and maybe daily stretches? i think I will take things one step at a time :)

2. STUDY BETTER

again, a stereotypical one :( i used to always pride myself in having good grades, but recently I've noticed that when I'm attaining the standard I'm used to, I feel super demotivated, which causes me to do worse. i want to work on this and get better! i have my second preliminary exam tomorrow which I studied hard for this month, so hopefully it goes well and I get my motivation back!!

3. START AN INSTAGRAM

this year i want to learn for myself that I don't need to be embarrassed by what others think of me. i always see cute Instagram pages talking about lifestyles I want to have, so I started a tumblr account so I could sit behind a screen and type :( don't get me wrong, I love tumblr! but I also want to get the real me out there. i currently have a private account that I'll still keep, but I want to show the world me sometimes, and I want to feel more proud of myself and the person I'm growing to become.

4. START MORE PHYSICAL HOBBIES

this one sounds a little confusing at first, but what I mean is that I know I spend way too much time on my computer or phone. a lot of my hobbies that I used to do frequently, like art and playing piano, have honestly been bumped away because of how much time I spend online. :( I feel like I want to spend more time reconnecting with these hobbies, so I'm going to set some personal hobby goals, like learning certain songs on piano! There's also lots of different physical hobbies I'd love to start this year too, but again, we will see how it goes!

5. BE KINDER

this one can be hard for anyone to admit, but I feel cruel sometimes. i feel like I tend to avoid people in school hallways, or don't compromise for others sometimes. again, it can be quite difficult to do, but I want to smile at people more, feel less ashamed for things, because I believe it will make me happier as a person!

that's it for now, sorry again for the lack of posts! hope u all have a fantastic new year :3

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20 NIGHT JOURNAL PROMPTS TO CLEAR YOUR MIND BEFORE BEDTIME

1. what's on my mind right now?

2. how am i feeling right now?

3. write down one word to describe my day (calm or hectic, productive or unproductive, etc.) and write a sentence about it (today was calm because i did my morning routine and that helped me stay in the present moment)

4. what am i grateful for today?

5. emotions i felt today include...

6. what did i do today to make myself proud?

7. what did i learn about myself today?

8. what is something I accomplished today, big or small, and how did it make me feel?

9. something that bothered me today was...

10. how did I handle any stress or anxiety that came up today?

11. have i done anything to make someone else happy today?

12. write one thing that made me feel loved today.

13. what do i want to take from today into tomorrow?

14. what's my word for tomorrow?

15. what would i like tomorrow to bring me?

16. if i could change one thing about my behavior today, what would it be?

17. what is a meaningful conversation I had today and why did it stand out?

18. what are my top three priorities for tomorrow?

19. what's one thing I can do to improve tomorrow based on today's experiences?

20. how do i want to feel when i wake up tomorrow morning?

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GLOW UP GUIDE FOR 2025⠀

READ: On average, it takes more than 2 months before a new behavior becomes automatic — 66 days to be exact. And considering that 2025 is precisely these many days away, why not start with our glow up plan already?

Physical Glow Up-

BODY

— 5-10K steps a day.

— 7-8 hours of sleep.

— workout everyday for 1 hr atleast- yoga/stretching/pilates/cardio. a workout may take one hour, but your mood will be boosted for the next 12 hours.

— posture training.

— sunlight exposure after waking up for at least 10 minutes.

NUTRITION

— 2-3 liters of water every day.

— limit your caffeine intake.

— avoid sugars as much as you can.

— high protein diet, pre and probiotics.

— more fruits and veggies (+ green smoothies if you like).

— no junk/processed food/trans fat.

— no eating after 8 pm.

SKINCARE

— be clear on your skin type (oily, dry, combination, sensitive).

— once you're clear, use these accordingly- cleanser, toner, targeted serum, eye cream, moisturizer, sunscreen (≥50 spf).

— keep your bedding clean as well.

— no picking of skin on your lips, cuticle etc.

— gua sha to help improve blood circulation and lessen toxins.

— cold therapy may take three to five minutes of being uncomfortable, but your energy levels will be boosted for the rest of the day.

— remove makeup before you go to bed.

BODY CARE

— shower every day.

— exfoliate 2x a week.

— use body lotion (shea butter/aloe vera gel/coconut oil).

HAIR CARE

— wash hair 2-3x a week

— oil your scalp 2x a week, at least 3 hours before shampoo.

— hair mask 1x per week.

— never brush wet hair.

— use silk pillow case.

HYGIENE

— brush your teeth 2x a day, clean tongue and the roof of the mouth daily.

— floss daily.

— cut your nails 1x a week, never remove the cuticles.

— glycolic acid under arm for odor and discoloration.

— never use soap on your coochie.

Mental Glow Up-

MINDSET

— set clear goals- define and breakdown your aspirations.

— start your mornings with positive affirmations.

— surround yourself with uplifting content and people.

— be shamelessly selfish to your career and mental health, remove anyone or anything that doesn't align with your priorities and wellbeing.

— boost your brain health by these 4 neuroscience tools:

difficult first: start your day with the most difficult task (cortisol and dopamine are high in the body meaning that your body/mind is primed to work).

rest your eyes: introduce a micro-pause after learning by resting/closing your eyes - will help retain information better.

tomorrow's worries: write tomorrow's to-do list before bed as it is proven to be effective in helping you fall asleep.

find time to play: engage in low-stake play. can be anything you find fun but where the outcome doesn't matter (induces neuroplasticity + reduces stress).

MIND

— meditation might take as low as ten minutes, but your focus will be improved for the rest of the day.

— no social media after waking up and at least an hour before bed.

— keep aside 1 hr of time to read daily! reading a new book may take five hours, but you will keep the knowledge forever.

— journaling, gratitude.

— digital detox once a week or for 12 hours.

— limit unnecessary screentime, unfollow or cut off people you don't want to see.

JOURNALING

— choose a regular time each day to journal, making it a part of your routine.

— find a quiet, comfortable place free from distractions. light a candle if you want.

— allow your thoughts to flow without censoring or editing.

— write about your feelings and emotions to understand them better. write about things you are thankful for to boost your mood. write about your short-term and long-term goals. identify what triggers certain emotions or reactions

— set a timer for 5-10 minutes and write continuously during that time.

— reflect on both positive experiences and challenges.

— make lists, journal your thoughts on these questions.

— journal at night to clear your mind before bedtime, because emotions and thoughts lose their power once we acknowledge them.

— a gratitude practice may take five minutes, but your mindset will be shifted for the rest of the day.

AFFIRMATIONS

— customise affirmations to your needs.

Personal Life-

WEEKLY TASKS

— initiate small changes: begin with small, manageable tasks such as making your bed or cleaning your room every sunday.

— celebrate your success: reward yourself when you achieve your goals or have a consistently productive week. consider treats like buying flowers for yourself or watching your favorite show.

DAILY WORK

— set achievable goals: establish realistic goals for the day, week, or month ahead.

— track your progress.

— organise your work space, declutter your shelves etc.

— embrace the power of lists: keep a list of tasks to be done and their deadlines. this way, you start each day with a clear plan. to make it visually appealing and motivating, consider using productivity apps like evernote, habit tracker, or notion.

PRODUCTIVITY TIPS

— wake up early.

— plan ahead everything, do scheduling. you can use:

google calendar / notion / tasks .

— if the task takes less than 2 minutes to finish, do it immediately.

— countdown rule, if you are procrastinating, count 1-2-3-4-5 and jump.

— start slow, don't rush and try to do everything at one time.

— follow a proper routine, use app locks based on screentime.

— pomodoro technique, 25 min work, and 5 min break.

— schedule longer break times as well e.g 30 min nap.

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hi all! sorry i haven’t updated here in a while, merry christmas :)) i’ll see about updating here soooooon

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Poetry - Pumpkins

hi all!! short poem entry for today. hope you enjoy :))!!

Pumpkins

I want to drag a blade across my skin.

Feel my guts pour out onto the front steps,

My burning flame twinkling

Like a dancer, like a swan.

Like the purity a swan carries with

Water gently spilling off its back.

I am alive.

I want to shed like a snake

With my poison ruining the rain

I am a blank slate.

Like wine to carpet I am

A stain of memory, loss

And what else to come.

When I toss and turn in a barrel

I feel your hands, like a poltergeist.

They caress me with a sort of sharpness.

The unfamiliarity of it all bursts my heart.

It’s unwanted but my skin yearned for the knife.

You leave your stains all over me,

Adorning me with cuts only I can see.

I want to become a shell,

A hollow entity with nothing but

A pretty outside.

I know you see my guts spill onto my flame

And I know it taints it so.

My blood is rotten yet you

Drink from the glass anyway.

It is my purpose to be empty.

I’m supposed to expose my inside and

Let you caress it. My scars are all

Visible, meaningless apart from shapes.

I may be a pretty picture and a pleasant

Fantasy, but soon I will crumble on your

Entrance, destined for the rats.

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sayori it is!! i’ll write a full analysis of them at some point within the next week or so for a new project :))

hi all!! after the post i currently have uploaded, my next post will be a full character analysis. who do you want to see first?

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hi all!! after the post i currently have uploaded, my next post will be a full character analysis. who do you want to see first?

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Reflecting on my SQA Higher Portfolio Piece

hi blog! for today's entry I'm going to reflect on some of my favourite/least favourite parts of my higher folio that i blogged in my last post! there were lots of bits i was super proud of and parts i don't like as much... so today I'm going to reread the whole thing and share my thoughts! enjoy!

Title: Portrait of a Single Blur

i... don't know what i meant by that. i think i must have thought i sounded quite profound but honestly i have no clue what i was on about. now i would have changed it to something like

Puddle of a Machine ooo yes i like this one

Paragraph 1: Space is vast, space is endless possibilities, but I don’t think I’d be too surprised if one day the government were to leak out the existence of aliens. I’d be unfazed. I’ve known an alien for a long time. Our memories are freshly sharpened and sketched in an HB pencil. We have been packaged together and labelled with one thousand little fragments, as you lose your mind trying to piece us together, realising every piece is a grey corner. You could put in a box of loneliness, I, we, would be all too familiar with it anyway.

i liked that i opened with a space metaphor that i reference throughout! space means a lot to me and the running theme was a nice touch. it sounds a bit edgy though but that's what I was going for. The use of "we" was quite nice too, I was going for a coping mechanism for the main character, that they said "we" to seem like they aren't alone but i changed my mind later in the story. it seemed to stick though!

Paragraph 2: My eyes flicker open, and I hit play on my 50s toned show renowned as a life. Instantaneously my world brightens. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Fog. Fog shrouds my window in the dreary morn. It’s simple, I ponder to myself, piercing a delicate pair of silver earrings through my lobes, before my mother gives me a familiar gentle kiss goodbye. I glance at her peach blush before I depart.

honestly i think this is the weakest paragraph. I don't sound too optimistic about myself but this is why i wanted to practice reflecting on my work! there's nothing in the paragraph that really makes me think that the writing is exceptional. i like the juxtapositions/contrasts (quite subtle though) butttttt that's where it stops.

Paragraph 3: People are themselves. Love is rationed these days, so I see why they’d be that way. The opera house. Where wit is your sword and likeability your shield. But what is a soldier to do facing a steel-worn army with their proudest blade? Fight? Don’t make me laugh. Be grateful, voices echo, though no mouths are in motion. I’m not tunnel visioned, I tell myself for the 5th time today, I just like gazing at the approaching moon engulfed by the night sky. Peering up from my recent calculus I eavesdrop on my peer’s worrisome woes of teenage angst once more. People. They think they are vibrant. Still, I notice the faint roses on your cheeks, and your pearl smile as your mind and lips meander, dripping buoyantly with adorations for that girl you’ve known for a few years. I paint jealousy green, not for the longing of being that wonder of an existence you vision standing with, but for the burgundy ribbon you dance out towards her while the wires are plugged into my spinal cord.

NOW THIS is where it gets good. lots to say about para3. I like the opening especially, and how it's repeated later at the start of other paragraphs. It's quite a powerful short sentence!! "Love is rationed" was a really nice way of trying to convey my feelings at the time. The metaphor of the opera house is again just a nice way of putting down how I felt. It feels very theatrical and dramatic which is what I was trying to convey. My feelings on the situation at the time felt very dramatic for me, I felt as if I was overreacting to everything at school, so naturally for me, my proudest thing was my academics and I felt not as much of a need to be social. "They think they are vibrant" feels like it's got so much detest behind it, because quite frankly at the time, I felt disgusted that others went on about tiny problems, while the same people had outcasted me and put me in a really dark place mentally.

For a slightly longer analysis on the ribbon metaphor! I refer to myself as having wires because to plug them in they have to be the perfect fit, working fine, and not broken. However I viewed everyone else as having ribbons because they are silky smooth, vibrant, and easy to tie. Putting these together, ribbons and wires were a metaphor for the ability to socialise and connect with other people. I found it very difficult to fit in and do the right thing, so wires were how I perceived my ability to be social. However it looked easy, fun, and beautiful for everyone else.

Paragraph4: Connection is for non-orientated. For a long time, I enjoyed being aware of my surrounding environment until I noticed the tide beginning to sweep you away, your waters full of jellyfish. The colour is beginning to bleed as you slowly, slowly, slowly gravitate towards your moon while I am on Mars. I am a Martian. A Martian drifting through the vastness. But trying to characterise myself with mere words is like trying to fit a slim blazer on me while I have broad shoulders. I use your green and red paint for illustrating my education, regaining personal validation as seven As stand tall on the refined mail. Be focused, the voices begin to raise, as the casual noise is a little more welcoming in my ears. I sit idly, gazing, gazing at nothing, gazing at you all. Ribbons are red snakes, piercing me with their venom, but the cables flowing out to you are now appearing on my wrists, searching for a USB port. Please, lend me your port, let me plead on my knees for forgiveness.

jumping straight to one of my favourite bits, "your waters full of jellyfish." I wanted to emphasise the fact that reconnecting with this person while they were in a relationship made me anxious that I was trying to be a homewrecker. I was anxious of what his girlfriend would think of me, and this links to the sting of the jellyfish. However, jellyfish are beautiful, like their relationship at the time, and I was to scared to disturb the peace. Again with the space metaphors, Martian symbolises the fact that I didn't feel human in comparison to everyone else. "Gazing at nothing, gazing at you all," links to how I thought these relationships others were forming was empty. I had the ideaology at the time of "I will see no one here again after high school" and that amounted in the word "nothing" being a good fit. I feel the rest I have already explained!

Paragraph 5: Forgiveness is a weak man’s word. It’s a cry for help, an act of desperation. I never cared about being stable, as my cables just wanted to loosen themselves from my strict criteria of academia. But my pencil is becoming blunt. I smile softly as you all laugh in the face of myself, threat. I know it’s me, I’m the problem that no calculator can solve. Be considerate, be conscious of their feelings. Be aware. It’s getting louder, the fog has lifted as the sky groans. One day. One day, I’m going to grow wings. I’m going to ascend to the high ground this so-called heaven known as ‘human relation’. Nodding, bopping my head in delight as you exclaim the sweetness of this existence once more. Not that I didn’t do this before, but if I build a rocket ship maybe I can land safely back on Earth with you. But it would be nice if I wasn’t running out of oxygen. Fast. Fast, like how the tide gets stronger and the ocean seems to pull you back a tad further every second. Her platinum blonde hair dazzles in the sunlight positively. She is the magnet, you are the metal, and I am a piece of wood.

I like the link back to the previous paragraph, with the huge contrast in character. I think the writing here sounds really robotic, which I usually wouldn't be a fan of but it's quite fitting considering the character.

Now for the saving grace of the paragraph, my favourite piece of writing in the whole text. "She is the magnet, you are the metal, and I am a piece of wood."

Magnet: I believed that the girl was starting to control my friend, and pulling him in and away from me on purpose. She wasn't a good person and that was out of my control, so she was the magnet.

Metal: I considered my friend to be the metal as he was so attracted to his magnet. He seemingly didn't care about the consequences of getting reeled in, and even if he didn't want it he couldn't stop himself.

Wood: Just as wood is a pretty worthless material, so too did I view myself as insignificant. Also keen to note that I didn't like the girl he was dating at all, and magnets and wood are incompatible.

Also!! Metal is a great conductor of electricity, aka a metaphor for social skills and relationships. Metal can conduct electricity well, as I viewed my friend as being better off socially than me. However wood can only burn when met with electricity, linking to the fact of how scared I was to connect with others.

going to pause here for now, as this has been sat in my drafts and the full analysis is too big for one part. come back for pt2!

from, soph :3

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higher folio - SQA Scottish Higher - English

hello! this is my first proper post to my blog and I wanted to showcase the folio that got me 28/30 on my Higher English exam! I'll be writing another entry tomorrow reflecting on the piece with annotations. i hope this serves as inspiration!

Portrait of a Single Blur

Space is vast, space is endless possibilities, but I don’t think I’d be too surprised if one day the government were to leak out the existence of aliens. I’d be unfazed. I’ve known an alien for a long time. Our memories are freshly sharpened and sketched in an HB pencil. We have been packaged together and labelled with one thousand little fragments, as you lose your mind trying to piece us together, realising every piece is a grey corner. You could put in a box of loneliness, I, we, would be all too familiar with it anyway.

My eyes flicker open, and I hit play on my 50s toned show renowned as a life. Instantaneously my world brightens. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Fog. Fog shrouds my window in the dreary morn. It’s simple, I ponder to myself, piercing a delicate pair of silver earrings through my lobes, before my mother gives me a familiar gentle kiss goodbye. I glance at her peach blush before I depart.

People are themselves. Love is rationed these days, so I see why they’d be that way. The opera house. Where wit is your sword and likeability your shield. But what is a soldier to do facing a steel-worn army with their proudest blade? Fight? Don’t make me laugh. Be grateful, voices echo, though no mouths are in motion. I’m not tunnel visioned, I tell myself for the 5th time today, I just like gazing at the approaching moon engulfed by the night sky. Peering up from my recent calculus I eavesdrop on my peer’s worrisome woes of teenage angst once more. People. They think they are vibrant. Still, I notice the faint roses on your cheeks, and your pearl smile as your mind and lips meander, dripping buoyantly with adorations for that girl you’ve known for a few years. I paint jealousy green, not for the longing of being that wonder of an existence you vision standing with, but for the burgundy ribbon you dance out towards her while the wires are plugged into my spinal cord.

Connection is for non-orientated. For a long time, I enjoyed being aware of my surrounding environment until I noticed the tide beginning to sweep you away, your waters full of jellyfish. The colour is beginning to bleed as you slowly, slowly, slowly gravitate towards your moon while I am on Mars. I am a Martian. A Martian drifting through the vastness. But trying to characterise myself with mere words is like trying to fit a slim blazer on me while I have broad shoulders. I use your green and red paint for illustrating my education, regaining personal validation as seven As stand tall on the refined mail. Be focused, the voices begin to raise, as the casual noise is a little more welcoming in my ears. I sit idly, gazing, gazing at nothing, gazing at you all. Ribbons are red snakes, piercing me with their venom, but the cables flowing out to you are now appearing on my wrists, searching for a USB port. Please, lend me your port, let me plead on my knees for forgiveness.

Forgiveness is a weak man’s word. It’s a cry for help, an act of desperation. I never cared about being stable, as my cables just wanted to loosen themselves from my strict criteria of academia. But my pencil is becoming blunt. I smile softly as you all laugh in the face of myself, threat. I know it’s me, I’m the problem that no calculator can solve. Be considerate, be conscious of their feelings. Be aware. It’s getting louder, the fog has lifted as the sky groans. One day. One day, I’m going to grow wings. I’m going to ascend to the high ground this so-called heaven known as ‘human relation’. Nodding, bopping my head in delight as you exclaim the sweetness of this existence once more. Not that I didn’t do this before, but if I build a rocket ship maybe I can land safely back on Earth with you. But it would be nice if I wasn’t running out of oxygen. Fast. Fast, like how the tide gets stronger and the ocean seems to pull you back a tad further every second. Her platinum blonde hair dazzles in the sunlight positively. She is the magnet, you are the metal, and I am a piece of wood.

Time carries on as I can see the faintness of the blue sky on yet another sad morning, my jigsaw falling into place a little, preparing to restart the day again. Growing immune I must be, as your poisons seem a little more sociable today. Please, I beg, I beg, I plead.

Begging is low, but it’s on discount. The only light in my life is the blazing firework that transforms your ribbons from wine to ashen water. Look, now we’re matching. Today wasn’t forecasted, terms yet to be determined, looks like I can’t conduct the usual itinerary. We rejoice around the last supper, throwing out cards and laughing wholeheartedly as we are asked for our age, our proof of sentience. The colours are bending shapes, twisting vividly, the pieces of Van Gogh bleeding as the world merely exists. People hopping on and off as we stir in our little bubble to our destination.

People. People are multidimensional. The salt is seasoning the air with a certain flavour that feels a little alien. The environment sizzles, the scorching sun it’s stove. Tears in my cables appear as I stretch, the rainbow wires shifting awkwardly inside. Days off are rare, but perhaps I can seize the chance. The moment is fleeting. Our renaissance acrylics instead huddle around a cheap sushi box and homemade sandwiches. We stand tall, orange, yellow, green. Red. You are all no longer Chesire cats, rather you are domestic.

People. I think they are vibrant now. My gaze lingers as you all perform your acrobatics under the streaming sun, your ribbons in sync, making little bows as the ends meet. Even yours, ashen and all. I long for you wish to trying making even just a knot with your material and my wire. In that moment it seems as if God lends a generous hand and shoves me off the stormy rock I was standing on onto the sewing machine where your ribbons come together. The electric tide crashes gently with no moon in sight, the waves sweeping up your remaining ash too. Do you think I’d cause a fire if I let mine join them?

I don’t care about people anymore. I run, run like your electricity into your waters in nothing but my underwear, only to discover that a knot, a small knot wraps around you all. A dead jellyfish sleeps gently near my feet, and I smile. Your ribbons fight their way into my sockets, blue colours splashing as they claim me as one. Understanding is what we, I, always lacked. It was the strongest piece of knowledge I overlooked. I get it now, I’m not an alien, nor a Martian, but instead the astronaut. I pull my parachute as I safely land next to you, smiling at the peach sky, watching as we have been carefully woven into one, into smiles, into friends. Maybe this time I’ll get to know that peach blush on you all, as you wrap me in decorative paper, sealed with a royal blue ribbon, dancing together as the reflection swallows us whole, the stars in our teeth twinkling as we shine together.

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introduction post!

hello! my name's soph and i'm starting a blog on the psychology behind some of my fav characters/games :3 my fav game series are persona, yakuza, and bang dream! i like a bunch of other games tooo... i also will post some journal entries of mine and poetry/stories i write! i'll also be posting some studying/school advice and whatnot :) follow for more!