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EDM is the death of music: The Big Drop of Sin
EDM isn’t euphoric. It’s a descent. Repetition over melody, noise over feeling — the ultimate funeral march of modern music.
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One Boot One Sad Party No You | Call Me Unfiltered
One Boot One Sad Party No You is not about a party — it’s about grief, absence, and the strange rituals we create when someone doesn’t show up.
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OMAD Diet Gone Wrong: Coffee, Desserts & Toothache
What began as a lazy One Meal A Day experiment spiralled into an OMAD diet gone wrong — black coffee mornings, dessert-fuelled nights, and a toothache running the show. Minimalism? Please. Diabetes is already fixing her lipstick.
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The Man Who Chews Water: Oum Pradutt, Unfiltered
He starts work at 8PM, chews water like it's got texture, and owes me a drink. This is Oum Pradutt—unfiltered, Bangalore-style.
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Tales of My Legendary Personality: Woman, Work, and Wit
Tired of being called bossy for doing your job well? This one’s for every woman leader who's been fawned over for her food but feared for her voice. A spicy roast of misogyny, work culture, and double standards.
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Holding Space for Emotional Pain Isn’t Loud
Not everyone knows how to ask how you're doing, but some don’t need to. This is for them—the ones who understand without explanation. Who hold your pain like it’s theirs. Who carry your silence like a language.
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Slices They Never Pick
Not all versions of us are loved. Some slices are too raw, too heavy, too honest. But they exist. And they deserve a seat at the table too.
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Detach: The Ache of Letting Go Between Victimhood and Validation
Detach, they said. But how do you let go of what you never got to hold properly? This piece sits in the space between survival and silence — between needing to be seen and finally seeing yourself.
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I Tried. And Then I Didn’t. And Then I Just Was.
I tried to be there — for others, for the world, for the ghosts that raised me. But when it came to me, I was shut out. This is what it feels like to unravel, and still offer thanks while drowning.
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Back to Base Zero (and Still Not a Coder)
Three days, one broken code, and a brain playing coder cosplay. I went from strategist to SEO intern, from Harvey Specter to hair like Einstein. Welcome to Base Zero — where burnout meets blogging.
