Enjoy!
xoAi
I came across a quote by Anita Moorjani that stopped me in my tracks:
“Self-love is not just about constantly giving yourself praise and telling yourself how awesome you are. It’s about loving the real you, the human you - the person who has feet of clay, who comes undone under criticism, who sometimes fails and disappoints others. It’s about making a commitment to yourself that you will stick by yourself - even if no one else does. That’s what I mean when I say you must love yourself as though your life depends on it, because quite simply, I know without a doubt that it does.”
This resonated so deeply with me because my own journey of healing has taught me that loving myself is not about perfection. It’s about presence and truth.
Last year, I went through one of the most painful seasons of my life. I experienced heartbreak of letting go of an old friendship that was so dear to me, and I lost trust in people who were so close to me. I also lost hope in ways that made me question everything. For a while, I felt broken like I had failed myself and others, like my flaws disqualified me from being loved. Under criticism or rejection, I would crumble inside, and in those moments, self-love felt out of reach.
But choosing to step into therapy changed everything. It became a space where I could unravel safely, where I learned to face my pain without shame. Week by week, I discovered that authenticity, being completely real with myself was the foundation of healing. I didn’t need to pretend to be strong all the time. I just needed to stay with myself, even when it was hard.
Art also became my therapy. With a brush in hand, I could pour out my emotions from grief, hope, anger, and joy onto canvas. Watercolors and acrylics carried the stories my heart couldn’t put into words. Painting taught me that beauty can emerge from brokenness, that colors can heal what words cannot.
Along the way, I’ve surrounded myself with people who value authenticity as much as I do. I’ve let go of the need for shallow connections and leaned into deep, truthful conversations. I’ve realized I no longer have to shrink or hide parts of myself just to belong.
Now, self-love is a promise I make to myself every day:
To honor my feelings without rushing them away.
To forgive myself when I stumble.
To celebrate my growth, even in small steps.
To stand by myself—even when no one else does.
Anita is right, our lives do depend on it. Because when we love ourselves as we are, with all our cracks and colors, we stop surviving and start living.
So if you need the reminder today like I often do, to let this be it: Love yourself as though your life depends on it. Because it truly does.
much love,
xoAi
Somewhere between growing up with a list of "do’s" from my parents and a digital feed full of "what not to do" from self-proclaimed life gurus, I realized something: life is basically one giant contradiction wrapped in good intentions and irony.
Let’s unpack, shall we?
The Irony of Advice
I was once told, “Just be yourself, and don’t care what people think!”
Cut to five minutes later, someone squints at my outfit and says it’s “brave, bold, seductive… and maybe not modest enough.”
Hmmm.... brave how?
Brave like I slayed a dragon on the way here?
Or brave like I clearly lost a fight with my closet and wore the consequences?
I wasn’t sure, but suddenly I cared a lot.
Scoreboard: Irony – 1, Me – curled up in self-doubt under a questionable jacket or worse a cardigan that screamed Manang ( old woman's) like fashion.
Perfection is the goal. But be authentic.
Be confident. But stay humble.
Be yourself. But not too much some parts of you might not be "aesthetic."
But seriously, what even is aesthetic, anyway?
Minimalist neutrals? A curated feed? or just whatever makes other people comfortable with your existence?
Bubble baths and face masks as a cure for burnout and stress, never mind the unpaid labor that quietly piles up behind the scenes.
Work-life balance is preached like gospel, but the hustle culture still gets standing ovation.
“Rest is resistance,” they say. But so is pushing through.
So, are we resting agressively now? I don't think so.
I'll admit, I've been guilty of this performative kind of self-care too.
But these days, I'm learning to prioritize rest not just through skincare rituals, but by choosing silence.
Silence from the endless pings of online life.
Silence from the noice of city hustles and people constantly performing productivity.
Sometimes, true self-care is not a scented candle, it is just not being available for everyone.
Thanks to Wi-Fi and mobile gadgets, we’re more connected than ever—yet lonelier than ever.
We chase freedom through routines.
We gain knowledge faster, but somehow lose wisdom in the scroll.
We're evolving, sure, but are we really arriving?
Life, it seems, is full of ironic “what nots.”
Don’t say this. Don’t wear that. Don’t feel too much. Don’t rest too long. Don’t show up too real.
But maybe the trick isn’t to avoid them.
Maybe the real win is to laugh at them, learn from them, and live a little lighter in the process.
So here’s to the irony of what not, the things we’re warned against that somehow end up shaping who we are…
In the best possible, messiest, most gloriously human way.
Cheers to doing it “wrong,” and still turning out just fine.
XO,
Ai
There are countless things in life to be thankful for—many of which we tend to overlook in the hustle of our everyday routines. We often wait for the "big" blessings—promotions, breakthroughs, victories—to trigger our gratitude. But the truth is, every day offers quiet gifts that deserve our recognition: a peaceful morning, a kind word, a safe journey, or simply the ability to breathe freely and feel the sun on our skin.
A friend once shared these wise words with me:
“Life is short,live it. Love is rare, appreciate it. Anger is harmful, release it. Fear is paralyzing, face it. Memories are sweet, cherish them.”
This simple yet profound statement has stayed with me, reminding me of how essential it is to pause and reflect on what truly matters. Let’s unpack each part, because within these lines lies a guide to living more meaningfully.
We’ve all heard this before, but have we truly taken it to heart? Life is fragile and unpredictable. Time slips through our fingers whether we’re ready or not. So let’s stop waiting for the "perfect moment" to chase our dreams, reconnect with someone we love, or do something we’ve always wanted to do. Every moment is a gift, and we honor that gift by choosing to live it fully.
In a world where relationships can feel fleeting, genuine love, in any form is a treasure. Whether it’s romantic love, the loyalty of a friend, or the warmth of family, let’s not take it for granted. Appreciate the people who stay, support, and uplift you. Tell them they matter. Show them you care.
Anger, if held too long, becomes a heavy burden. It consumes more of us than it does the person we’re angry at. Releasing anger doesn’t mean we deny our feelings. It means we choose peace over bitterness. We create space for healing, growth, and grace.
Fear holds us back often not from danger, but from possibility. It whispers lies about our worth and our chances. But when we face our fears, we take back control. We realize that courage isn’t the absence of fear, but the decision to move forward in spite of it.
The past is gone, but its echoes remain. In our memories live the laughter, the lessons, and the love that shaped us. Don’t just look back in nostalgia and honor those moments. They’re part of your story, and they deserve a place in your heart.
Life is a journey made up of ordinary days and extraordinary moments. It isn’t always easy, but within every chapter whether it is joyful or painful, there is something to be grateful for. And even when we feel like we’ve lost much or been denied something we hoped for, there’s another truth that grounds us:
“If we can’t be grateful for what we have, let us at least be thankful for what we have been spared from.”
That shift in perspective can transform our lives. It’s easy to focus on what’s missing, but gratitude redirects our attention to what remains our resilience, our loved ones, our chances to try again.
So today, and every day, may we choose to live with thankful hearts. May we find beauty in simplicity, grace in struggle, and hope in the unknown.
With this, I am thankful for all of you reading this.
much love,
Aixo
Seventeen years ago -2008 to be exact, I wrote a post while standing at the crossroads of self-discovery—a bit uncertain yet hopeful, full of questions about purpose, success, and the delicate balance between self and others.
You can read that blog here: Looking for my Purpose
I see that version of me now with deep compassion, and that I can't help but smile. 😁😊
Because today, I have answers—not all, but enough to walk with certainty.
I'm a fulfilled mum now, raising two teenagers who continue to shape and challenge me in the most beautiful ways. My love for them is no longer just ambitious. It's rooted, intentional, and grounded in presence. I’m still devoted, but I’ve also learned that loving them doesn’t mean losing myself. In fact, I've discovered that the more I love and know myself, the better I show up for them.
And oh, how much I’ve come to love myself. 💓
Self-love isn’t just a buzzword anymore. It’s a daily practice. I'm more focused now, more self-aware. I no longer feel the same need to mirror myself through others' eyes. I know who I am, even if I’m still evolving. I’ve embraced the truth that we are all works in progress—fluid, changing, growing.
I still pursue goals, but now with grace and fire. I'm living with so much passion—especially in the arts. Where photography once gave me light, writing expresses my enormous thoughts, and painting now gives me depth. Through every brushstroke, I pour emotions that words sometimes cannot carry. Art has become my second soul.
And love? I’ve been happily married for 19 years to G, and I can honestly say we have built something truly successful. Not because it’s perfect, but because it’s honest, committed, and constantly nurtured. We’ve grown alongside each other, and that kind of partnership is something I treasure deeply.
Back then, I needed to redefine myself. Today, I can define myself—with clarity, confidence, and a quiet joy. I’ve learned that success isn’t just about material things or even ticking off goals. It’s about alignment. About knowing your worth. About doing things that light up your spirit.
I’m still climbing, still reaching—but now with firmer feet and a lighter heart. And most importantly, I’m enjoying the view along the way.
Cheers xo,
Ai

To fully function, i guess I need all of these:
The last picture from my previous post was from Thailand. I am an asian but not a Thai. I just love Thailand and i want to go there for a visit someday. Those pics was sent to me by my Italian friend who got married to a Thai & now living a peaceful Thai life.