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PRAYERS!
On a scale of 1 to a billion, how nervous am I?
Around a billion and 1.
Prayers for this weekend and Monday! Praying everything goes well 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
Just a life update, I passed the interview a couple of months ago and I am now officially a law student 😊
PRAYERS!
On a scale of 1 to a billion, how nervous am I?
Around a billion and 1.
Prayers for this weekend and Monday! Praying everything goes well 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
Asking for your prayers!
I have a very important exam tomorrow that I’ve been preparing for for months now. Please please please pray for me!
Big thanks to everyone who supported me here! I PASSED THE EXAM! I AM INCREDIBLY THANKFUL ❤️
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행복 (Happiness)
오늘에 피곤해.
Today, I’m tired.
나는 행복하겠다를 원해.
I just want to be happy.
어디에 행복을 발견해?
Where do I find happiness?
제발 어디에 있어 네?
Please, where are you?
그것은 볼수 없어 왜?
Why can’t I see you?
아마도 행복은 내 안에.
Perhaps, happiness is within me.
I’ve been practicing my Korean lately, and although I’m still far from being proficient, I’m definitely trying! For those who can understand this
I wrote this short poem the other day while I was mulling over things at work. I’ve been feeling exhausted a lot lately and I find myself pondering about what happiness really feels like.
Does it feel like this, being tired almost everyday?
Should I feel a sense of elation every single day?
What does it really mean to be happy, to be satisfied and fulfilled in this life?
Although I’m not in a line of work I would call my passion, my job is stable and the office culture is better than others. The benefits that come with my position aren’t too bad either. I’m financially and professionally secure here, that’s for sure. That’s why I find that I’m taking what I have for granted when I ask myself these questions. I’m not even sure I’m at the point in my life where I can define what happiness is. I don’t know if this is happiness. Maybe it is. I don’t know.
I was listening to a random playlist on Spotify that same day and I came across this song: Twenty-four Something by Eva & The Heartmaker. She said the line, “Nothing’s missing, but something is wrong,” and I thought that that really resonated with me. Still, I go back to the same sentiment. How ungrateful are you, self? You have it better than some. Be happy.
Happy.
Happy.
Happy.
What does it mean? I don’t have the answer to that yet. Despite discussing the meaning of happiness over and over and over again during philosophy class, I still haven’t found it in me to answer that inquiry.
Euphoria.
Utopia.
Eudaimonia.
Even if I recall Plato, Aristotle, and all the other philosophers that we studied, I’ve yet to define it on my own.
Ultimately, happiness is still a choice, isn’t it?
I keep looking for it everywhere, anywhere, somewhere, but perhaps, it’s only lingering inside of me, waiting.
I’ll let you know once I’ve convinced myself enough to believe what I just said.
If I drown in your company, will I lose myself in your stream? Find a way to rescue me away from the current.
Keiko Necessario, Away from the Current
I've got nothing to look back on because I have so much to look forward to.
Me, today
Asking for your prayers!
I have a very important exam tomorrow that I’ve been preparing for for months now. Please please please pray for me!
All up to Him now 🙏🏻
Asking for your prayers!
I have a very important exam tomorrow that I've been preparing for for months now. Please please please pray for me!
Prism
Love is light shining down on a prism: In the bright, vibrant sky after a downpour of heavy rain, In rays hitting the crystalline water in just the right places; These little instances that love sought to paint. Scarlet is the shade of falling deeply in love: The blood in my veins, pulsing in every part, The fire in your eyes burning into mine, The heat of my cheeks, the hue of my heart. Fueled feelings fought to be kept faint are auburn: Still and silent around a dim fireplace, The warmth of the glowing embers on the hearth, Quietly crackling, but inevitably in place. We painted the air with our own shade of amber When you kissed me under the sunshine. I tasted the sweetness of honey on your lips The gold was both yours and mine. It felt like the world was a lush, green forest A rarity to discover with each passing day But sometimes we suffered from cuts and bruises Whenever we stumbled into emerald caves. A cerulean dye would touch our sky On days that the morning star was happy and high But this blue was also the heavy hue Of days there were dew drops coming from my eyes. There were many times that the magnificent heavens Were as dark as black, it seemed like midnight The chrome clung on to us like a blue-stained rain cloud I couldn’t tell when I would see the light. I always avoided the shade of violet It reminded me too much of goodbyes But then you filled my room with lilacs and lavenders And like a prism, I could see the colors dancing in your eyes.
Art by my best friend: @mayolo
The Last Good Day
It’s been a year, but I remember it as if it was yesterday. I remember what you were wearing, although that’s not quite the case for me. I was probably paying more attention to you than I was to myself. It was raining that afternoon. It was one of those rare times when you picked me up from work. When you rolled up in front of our building, the rain had dissipated into a drizzle. What a relief. I hurriedly got inside your car.
Hi. A smile. A kiss. We were going to have dinner. The place wasn’t too far from my office but it was a little traffic because of the rain. Parking wasn’t that easy either. We enjoyed it though. We spent the lull time listening to good songs. We went around the mall, looking for a place for dinner. We decided on a familiar burger joint, the same one we had near school. It was just like college all over again. We revelled in good conversation in between bites of the burgers. I told you again that I was always afraid of one-on-ones because of the awkward silences that we might have. My introversion was up to that extent that even being on a date with my long-term boyfriend daunted me. You just laughed because that fear never came to fruition.
You paid that day, which was a surprise considering how stingy you were. Another rare occurrence. I got us dessert afterwards. We shared a sundae. Hand in hand, we strolled around the mall, no direction really. We were simply enjoying our time together. Soon enough, it was nearing our curfew. Time to go home. I still had work tomorrow after all and your mom would be looking for you already. We got to the parking lot and got in the car. I knew it was the last opportunity have some privacy with you that night. We weren’t really alone together these days. We snuck a kiss before you started the engine. I thought that was nice.
I liked the road home. We laughed a lot. I was sleepy but you wanted me to pay attention to you. It was sweet. When you pulled up to our house, we shared another kiss. I love you. See you.
It was a good day.
If I could think of our worst day, there’d be too many choices. This was one of our best. No fights. No complications. Only good times.
I didn’t know that it would be our last good day.
I didn’t know it, but I wasn’t going to see you after that. I noticed that you became cold after that day. Something had changed. I asked you why, you said it was nothing. I was right to call it out. Things turned from bad to worst and never got better after that.
2 days later we broke up. I wonder, did you know? It went all too well. That was unlike us. We always had a way of fucking things up. We had tendency of turning a nice, normal day into an absolute nightmare. But on that day, we were perfectly good.
Did you know that that was going to be the last?
The person that embraced me with so much sincerity and tenderness that day was already preparing to let me go. While I dreamed up the future, you already had a nightmare written up in mind, didn’t you?
You made me believe that it was a good day, but you already knew that it was going to be our last good day, didn’t you?
Didn’t you?
Maybe I’d like to believe that you did so that I could spend my days believing that you don’t resent me. Maybe it would be better to think it happened that way so that I could live knowing you did it for the best; that you left me the way you did because you love me and not because you despise me.
I should hate you. I really should. That last good day in no way encompasses what our relationship was. Our relationship was bad. It was toxic. The good days were rare. I can probably count the days we didn’t suffer through any fights with my fingers. I should hate you for that. I hate me for that.
But last year, I came to a point in my life wherein I realized that hate is a waste of time and breath and tears. I have no space in my heart for resentment. Not for you. Not for myself. Maybe you will realize the same kind of forgiveness and acceptance about me someday. I don’t expect you to though. You blocked me, after all. It’s pretty clear that you don’t want anything to do with me. I’d be lying if I told you that that didn’t make me sad. I don’t expect anything from you, but I look at us and I see a tragedy. I don’t have the same feelings for you, but it hurts to see it that way. It hurts that we are strangers to each other. It hurts that you’ve erased me from your life. I’ve accepted everything that happened to us and I can live with that, destruction, delusion, depression, and all. I can accept that all of it happened. I don’t think you want the same for yourself. I think you would rather live without any evidence of me. Maybe it would be better for you to pretend like I never existed. But the thing is, I don’t think you can be fully rid of someone you truly cared about. And this tells me that you didn’t really care about me. Despite all those years that we spent together, you could dispose of me so easily. Like I was nothing to you at all. I think that hurts the most.
I remember our last good day. Even if you chose to forget, I remember. I’ll remember. It’s one of the few things worth remembering about us. Most of the other memories are shards of glass geared to make me bleed whenever I touch them. Regardless, I still have fond memories of you. I’m not sure if you have fond memories of me. Back then I could only remember you for the bad things, but forgiveness has taught me otherwise. The other night I found myself crying so much the way I haven’t for a long time now. When I woke up, my eyes were swollen. I thought that was a thing of the past. I don’t really know what exactly brought on those tears, but I know it was because I remembered you. Maybe it’s my punishment to still have these memories with me, but I do have them. Sometimes they hurt and sometimes they’re heavy, but they’re there.
I wrote you a letter months ago. I wanted you to know that I was sorry and that I was thankful. I don’t know if you ever read that. Until now, I haven’t received a response. It’s been too long to expect one. Maybe all I really have left of you is our last good day. And no, I don’t think that will ever be good enough, but it’s something I have to live with.
If the universe somehow lets us meet again, just one more time, I’d tell you that I’m sorry. I’d tell you I forgive you. I’d tell you that I no longer resent you. I’d tell you that I want you to be happy, so much happier than you were when you were with me. I know that after that meeting, I’d still have a lot to say, but sometimes we only get to say what we need to and not everything we want to. I hope that I could at least have the chance to tell you what I need to. Maybe someday.
I keep telling myself that this is the last time I’m writing about you, but that never happens. We have too much history between us for me to write it all down completely. I wonder when the day will come when I’ve finally ran out of things to write about you. This chapter has not yet come to pass. I’ve been telling the same story again and again and again and I pray that someday soon I’ll be writing a new one. Until then, I’m still looking for a proper ending to this one.
The Last Good Day
It's been a year, but I remember it as if it was yesterday. I remember what you were wearing, although that’s not quite the case for me. I was probably paying more attention to you than I was to myself. It was raining that afternoon. It was one of those rare times when you picked me up from work. When you rolled up in front of our building, the rain had dissipated into a drizzle. What a relief. I hurriedly got inside your car.
Hi. A smile. A kiss. We were going to have dinner. The place wasn't too far from my office but it was a little traffic because of the rain. Parking wasn't that easy either. We enjoyed it though. We spent the lull time listening to good songs. We went around the mall, looking for a place for dinner. We decided on a familiar burger joint, the same one we had near school. It was just like college all over again. We revelled in good conversation in between bites of the burgers. I told you again that I was always afraid of one-on-ones because of the awkward silences that we might have. My introversion was up to that extent that even being on a date with my long-term boyfriend daunted me. You just laughed because that fear never came to fruition.
You paid that day, which was a surprise considering how stingy you were. Another rare occurrence. I got us dessert afterwards. We shared a sundae. Hand in hand, we strolled around the mall, no direction really. We were simply enjoying our time together. Soon enough, it was nearing our curfew. Time to go home. I still had work tomorrow after all and your mom would be looking for you already. We got to the parking lot and got in the car. I knew it was the last opportunity have some privacy with you that night. We weren't really alone together these days. We snuck a kiss before you started the engine. I thought that was nice.
I liked the road home. We laughed a lot. I was sleepy but you wanted me to pay attention to you. It was sweet. When you pulled up to our house, we shared another kiss. I love you. See you.
It was a good day.
If I could think of our worst day, there'd be too many choices. This was one of our best. No fights. No complications. Only good times.
I didn’t know that it would be our last good day.
I didn’t know it, but I wasn't going to see you after that. I noticed that you became cold after that day. Something had changed. I asked you why, you said it was nothing. I was right to call it out. Things turned from bad to worst and never got better after that.
2 days later we broke up. I wonder, did you know? It went all too well. That was unlike us. We always had a way of fucking things up. We had tendency of turning a nice, normal day into an absolute nightmare. But on that day, we were perfectly good.
Did you know that that was going to be the last?
The person that embraced me with so much sincerity and tenderness that day was already preparing to let me go. While I dreamed up the future, you already had a nightmare written up in mind, didn’t you?
You made me believe that it was a good day, but you already knew that it was going to be our last good day, didn’t you?
Didn’t you?
Maybe I’d like to believe that you did so that I could spend my days believing that you don’t resent me. Maybe it would be better to think it happened that way so that I could live knowing you did it for the best; that you left me the way you did because you love me and not because you despise me.
I should hate you. I really should. That last good day in no way encompasses what our relationship was. Our relationship was bad. It was toxic. The good days were rare. I can probably count the days we didn’t suffer through any fights with my fingers. I should hate you for that. I hate me for that.
But last year, I came to a point in my life wherein I realized that hate is a waste of time and breath and tears. I have no space in my heart for resentment. Not for you. Not for myself. Maybe you will realize the same kind of forgiveness and acceptance about me someday. I don’t expect you to though. You blocked me, after all. It’s pretty clear that you don’t want anything to do with me. I’d be lying if I told you that that didn’t make me sad. I don’t expect anything from you, but I look at us and I see a tragedy. I don’t have the same feelings for you, but it hurts to see it that way. It hurts that we are strangers to each other. It hurts that you’ve erased me from your life. I’ve accepted everything that happened to us and I can live with that, destruction, delusion, depression, and all. I can accept that all of it happened. I don’t think you want the same for yourself. I think you would rather live without any evidence of me. Maybe it would be better for you to pretend like I never existed. But the thing is, I don’t think you can be fully rid of someone you truly cared about. And this tells me that you didn’t really care about me. Despite all those years that we spent together, you could dispose of me so easily. Like I was nothing to you at all. I think that hurts the most.
I remember our last good day. Even if you chose to forget, I remember. I’ll remember. It’s one of the few things worth remembering about us. Most of the other memories are shards of glass geared to make me bleed whenever I touch them. Regardless, I still have fond memories of you. I’m not sure if you have fond memories of me. Back then I could only remember you for the bad things, but forgiveness has taught me otherwise. The other night I found myself crying so much the way I haven’t for a long time now. When I woke up, my eyes were swollen. I thought that was a thing of the past. I don’t really know what exactly brought on those tears, but I know it was because I remembered you. Maybe it’s my punishment to still have these memories with me, but I do have them. Sometimes they hurt and sometimes they’re heavy, but they’re there.
I wrote you a letter months ago. I wanted you to know that I was sorry and that I was thankful. I don’t know if you ever read that. Until now, I haven’t received a response. It’s been too long to expect one. Maybe all I really have left of you is our last good day. And no, I don’t think that will ever be good enough, but it’s something I have to live with.
If the universe somehow lets us meet again, just one more time, I’d tell you that I’m sorry. I’d tell you I forgive you. I’d tell you that I no longer resent you. I’d tell you that I want you to be happy, so much happier than you were when you were with me. I know that after that meeting, I’d still have a lot to say, but sometimes we only get to say what we need to and not everything we want to. I hope that I could at least have the chance to tell you what I need to. Maybe someday.
I keep telling myself that this is the last time I’m writing about you, but that never happens. We have too much history between us for me to write it all down completely. I wonder when the day will come when I’ve finally ran out of things to write about you. This chapter has not yet come to pass. I’ve been telling the same story again and again and again and I pray that someday soon I’ll be writing a new one. Until then, I’m still looking for a proper ending to this one.
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The Poems I’ll Write for You: Call for Commissions!
Hello everyone!
I know it’s been a long while. I apologize for my absence. Work has been a handful (What an understatement!). It’s been quite hard to balance that aspect of my life with this. I’ve come to quite a lot of decisions with my life lately and the most important one would be that I’ll be going back to studying. With that, I’ll take this as the chance to declare that I’ll be opening a personal project of mine: The Poems I’ll Write For You.
I’ll be accepting commissions from now on for poems. I’m also open to taking on other types of literature, but it would depend on the scope.
One of the things I enjoyed the most thanks to this blog were the requests that I received from you guys. It allowed me to get a glimpse of what you want to say, what you want to shout, what stands you want to take. As much as I’d like to do them all for free, I also have to consider that it takes away from my regular hours of work. I would have to start setting some fees depending on the type of material, the length of the piece, and the complexity of the topic.
If you’re interested, please message me or send a request. We can take it from there.
Being completely honest, I’m not sure if this post will get much response, but regardless, I’d like to say thank you to all those who have given their support to this blog. You made my heart feel very full. Thank you and see you soon!
Hi how do you recharge when it's the middle of the day and you're already so tired but you have a 3hr class ahead? Hope you have a good day~☆♡◇
Oh that's difficult! From my experience, coffee and a power nap always help!
Also, have you eaten anything tasty today?
Definitely!!! I make sure to always eat food worth the calories HAHAHA
I'm glad you're here today. The day's a little brighter with you around. C:
That's really nice to hear. Who is this? 😊