5th

Almost 5 years ago, I built this blog and started writing poetry again when I was going through something, especially when I lost my job… and a friend. It was a mix of frustration, grief, depression, regret, being lost, etc.

Is Living Independently Really Independent?

How I Survived September 15

You Can’t Have It All

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1st Blog Anniversary!

Today marks my blog’s 1st anniversary! yaaaaaay!!! *confetti* lol

Bullying: An Endless Cycle

Bullying is one the issues that has always been rampant in the society, especially now that everything is online. For me this is something that should be taken into action rather than be just plainly talked about.

Sleeping on a Valentine’s Day

falling asleep while waiting

Misconceptions When You Come from a Prestigious School (Part 2)

Welcome to Part 2! If you haven’t read Part 1 yet, might as well read it first. *wink wink* But if you feel like starting with Part 2 then part 1, uh okay? You do you anyways lol. So, here it is! 

Misconceptions When You Come from a Prestigious School (Part 1)

“Which school are you from?”

A Night with Cockroaches

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Admit it, you hate cockroaches. Well who doesn’t!

Twenty Something

A Sip of Coffee

Wasted Nights

Welcome! To another funny story which is by fact, a horrendous story for me. So please, brace yourself and make sure you’re not eating while reading this. If you get to finish this post, congratulations! If not, just get on with your life haha.

How Are You Holding Up?

How are you coping during this pandemic?

How are you taking care of your mental health?

How to Squeeze a Lemon

I remember it was a random date night with one of my closest friends, way back 2018. So I’m dedicating this blog post to my dear friend, if ever you’re reading this, know that your extra illogical, dumb, effortless sense of humor is a curse and a gift. This is for you. Now everyone, let’s call her Lounie.

Unwritten Bucket Lists

How to be Beautiful?

Imperfections can be beautiful too.

A Blabber on my Writingscapade

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Writing had always been an unconscious, life-long dream to me. It all started when I was young. I could remember writing poems on an unused music notebook (of whoever owned it at home) and made my sister read some of them.