I wonder.

I wonder, maybe if you had said yes,

I’d be happier.

Those three letters could’ve changed my life – for the best.

If you had said yes,

I wouldn’t have to meet the fierce, inquisitive stares

from eyes that believed what someone else said,

instead of believing for themselves that I could be

kind, that I am absolutely, fully capable

without their gazes ripping me apart, tearing

me to shreds, reducing me to nothing but careless and useless

whispers that the air now holds.

The air tastes pungent, my lungs filling in with lies,

with contortions of who I am, words that have morphed

me into the monster I never was and I never will be.

But the air still hangs the happiness I could’ve had, that I never

had the chance to feel, to experience.

I instead feigned that happiness behind curtains of regret,

behind 6 foot walls of longing, and behind a shattered mirror that once

held the image of a happy girl.

(Just a poem to my dad who should’ve trusted me enough to let me take my own decisions.)

– A.

Wisdom teeth removal + you can hear me silently sobbing in the distance.

Hello, m8roos! 

Yesterday, I had 2/4 of my wisdom teeth removed and I shit you not, during that process, my life flashed before my eyes. 

All the exaggeration aside, I’ve been in pain. It doesn’t hurt during the process, but after the anaesthesia wears off, you feel like you’re gonna die. 

I’ve been recovering pretty okay. My cheek kind of swelled up on the inside, and it’s bothering me but it’s normal, so I’m just like, “yeah okay I’ll get better within weeks.” 

I feel oh-so absolutely, immensely tired. Sleeping seems like a luxury at the moment. 

Anyway, I just thought I’d update everyone!

Lots of love. xx 

I’m back! (I couldn’t think of anything else for a title, I’m so sorry.) 

Hello, grasshoppers! 

Hm, it’s been a while. I’ve been busy finishing my last year of school, and.. 

*drum roll*

I start college in 2 months! 

Also, my final exams didn’t go as planned, but I got the grades for the effort I put in, so all is well, I suppose.

I’ve been kind of…hm, I don’t know how else to put it? Weird? Yes. Weird. I’ve been feeling weird these past few months. Maybe it’s this feeling of starting afresh that’s intimidating but welcoming at the same time or just the general fact that people have been acting up, and I am not having any of that bullshit people throw at me. 

Today was kind of weird too. Weather wise, everything. It got really cloudy and super windy, but there was not a single sight of raindrops anywhere. *pouts* 

But it definitely made me feel a little bit under the weather. 

So today, I was just reminiscing. Some of it was happy, but for the most part, I just ended up getting really irritated for some of the things that has happened to me, over the course of my last two years of school. 

What I drew from this whole reminiscing episode was, people just like to assume who you are, without even trying to figure out who you actually are. It’s frankly the most irritating and infuriating thing – right after pineapple on pizzas – to do. 

Assuming how someone is without having ever actively conversed with them in your entire life, doesn’t make you some god-sent, I-can-read-through-people-well superhuman. You’re just a bigot. Or to put it in simpler terms, an asshole.

Now, don’t get me wrong. We’re right sometimes when we can see through people. But even then, there’s so much more to them. More than what they choose to show you. 

It’s not fair, you know? Taking someone at face value and assuming, yes that is how they behave and I will shit on them for it for the longest time possible. 

But I guess, some people don’t change and it’s always best to ignore them. Just avoid their existence as a whole and focus on your develepment as an individual. 

It doesn’t cost you anything at all to be less assuming and judgemental towards someone. If you really want to know who they are, at least try talking to them. 

I’ve been to busy to actually really sit back and point out to everyone who has done me wrong like this, but you know what? I’m just gonna let it slide. It isn’t worth the energy spending. I’d rather channel this energy into something productive.

So, anyway. There we go. That’s it. (This is so abrupt, but WHAT CAN I DO.) 

I hope you guys have a great day/afternoon/evening/night, wherever you are! 🙂 


it’s 11:11;

my heart is still raw, the wounds are still fresh, like they

were inflicted upon me yesterday. the surface of my heart is

jagged, it’s been hard for this broken heart to beat normally

because each beat feels like it’s ready to break through its


i’ve spent all my 11:11 wishes wishing for bandages to patch

up the open wounds and gashes people have hurt my heart with,

wounds that have been rubbed with sandpaper over and over,

while they rubbed salt against the raw flesh, like the sandpaper wasn’t

enough to inflict any kind of pain,

but it still pumps, feebly so, even after i’ve felt like my heart

threatens to give in,

it expands when i feel like i can’t love anymore,

and, sometimes, when it shrinks, I can’t help



Language update! + Mini Rant.


So, now I can read AND write Hangul! I’m so excited because I love learning languages, and ever since I ventured into the world of K-pop, I’ve been having the time of my life learning the language. Of course, I haven’t forgotten my Japanese! It’s just that Hangul is a lot easier to learn, considering it has lesser amount of characters than Japanese.

Buuut, I wanted to make this post for another reason.

The moment I started learning Japanese, except for my parents and some friends, everybody else gave me shit for it. It even went to the extent of them making fun of me for it, by saying stuff like, “What a loser! Who learns Japanese?”

The main reason I started learning Japanese was because of anime. Honestly. I wanted to know what it’s like to watch a show without subtitles or listen to those anime openings without having to look at translated lyrics. The only thing is, I needed classes for this because Japanese has over 2000+ characters, so naturally, it’s not something I can pick up fully on my own, unlike how I’m doing it with Korean. And the same goes to Chinese. There’s almost 5000+ characters if I’m not wrong? So when we learn languages apart from French and Spanish, with an interest, the LEAST you could do is be an ass about it. I’m sorry, I’m just REALLY frustrated because when I say I want to learn a language, I don’t mean ONLY French or Spanish. They’re wonderful languages on their own, but if I’m not interested in learning it, stop asking me why oriental languages and why NOT French or anything else. Like, why not Japanese or Korean or Chinese? Why is every second person learning French? Again, not that it’s a bad thing – but the main point here is that it’s my choice. I can choose what I want to learn. Just like you chose French, I chose Japanese and Korean out of sheer curiosity and interest.

So sit your ass down before I start swearing in Japanese and Korean.

Anyway, that is all I have to say, really.


안녕히 겨세요!

Hopefully, I’ll have something nicer to talk about next time. 🤔


Hello, lovelies! I feel like I haven’t updated in a million years. Sigh, this has to do with the fact that I have my final exams going on, and while I’d like to say I have been drowning in my books, I truthfully haven’t.

Anyway, last month I turned 18 and I forgot to make a post. I usually do on my birthdays, but I think I didn’t really give much thought to turning 18. Like, I don’t necessarily think it’s anything special. I’m usually never this bummed out during birthdays, so I can’t really tell what exactly is the reason I’m feeling like this.

(Although, I think it is because it’s an important age, because college, blah blah, stuff I’m only partially excited for.)

So, there’s a lot that’s been happening over the course of the few months – weeks, even, if I might add. My feelings have been all over the place, and I have truthfully become a little more bitter than usual, but maybe this is just a temporary feeling, so I’m not really doing much about it.

I haven’t been writing lately, and I decided this dry spell should probably end.

So, anyway, as I mentioned before, my feelings are all over the place, and I’m not quite sure how I should be addressing this? It’s weird, kind of. Like a very heavy, yet light feeling in my chest and I just want to curl up into a ball and lay like that for the longest time.

I’m craving some kind of home, that probably never was a home, but the warmth and comfort of it on certain days made me feel warm, cozy and happy.

It’s was 3 years ago, when I lost that ‘home’, but I want it back. Mostly because, I’m partly jealous someone else took my spot to call it a ‘home’.

A home that was my place during troublesome times, when a boy was my world, and sometimes, it got so overwhelming, I would need that comfort.

But it’s okay, I guess. I’ve made home within myself. But I’d like it if I got that chance again, to feel that warmth again, because my home here is a little bit of a mess, and I need some warmth, comfort and quilt-like coziness.

I Will Rise.


 A/N: This was inspired by a song that fills me with a weird sort of hope, that “I can and I WILL do anything.” I mentioned the name of the song and the artist at the end of this post with a part of the lyrics. This song means a lot to me, so yeah.

Anyways! I hope you like this. ^-^ Soz for the lack of posts? Life as an outgoing 12th grader is hard, smh. -A.

I’m perched under the sky, looking up at the clouds

that float around, adding hues to a colorful sky;

I close my eyes, and the world stops for a while,

I feel like I’m flying high, without a care for where

I will land, because I know, the landing will be soft,

and it doesn’t matter where, I just want to land somewhere.

Yesterday, I was alone,

countless gazes burning holes in me,

while I tried to make sense of what was happening inside

my mind.

Yesterday, I lost my balance,

but here I am, standing again, a little shaky,

but I survived another day, even if I was shaking against the

raging torrents of my emotions, a little petrified of what is to come.

Here I am, today, singing in the loudest voice how

none of this matters anymore, how I’m just going to fly,

how I’m going to scream, “My life is so beautiful!”,

because of the people, because of the memories that make up

the patch-work quilt that keeps me warm.

My heart has been broken, stretched, resulting it to be

jagged, and I spend my 11:11 wishes on bandages to smoothen it,

but my heart is still raw, like some of my wounds, but it still keeps

beating against its cage, teaching me in its own way,

that despite whatever happens, I need to go on.

I will make mistakes, I will fall in love again,

I will keep making memories;

and the moment I open those closed eyes,

I will rise again.

“kkotipeun jeomulgo homgyeoweotdeon nan
jageun bicheul ttaraseo
adeukhaetdeon nal jeo meolli bonaego
challanhage naraga”


“Flower petals wilt;
I had difficult times, but followed a small light.
Distant day, let it go far, faraway
I fly splendidly.” – I by Taeyeon ft. Verbal Jint.

The Versatile Blogger Award!


Lel, moving on.

Thank you, https://unostentatioustruth.wordpress.com for the nomination! Pls to check her blog out, she’s amazing. ❤

*Thank the person who nominated you and include a link to their blog.
*Nominate at least 15 blogs of your choice

*Link your nominees and let them know about the nomination.
*Share 7 facts about yourself :

  1. I learn Japanese. I’ve picked up the language from when I was a kid, all thanks to the anime I was/still am watching. But, I attend classes to understand the language, culture and the people better. 🙂
  2. I’m learning Korean on my own. I recently developed a strong *ahem* infatuation  obsession with Kpop, hence, the inclination.
  3. I read. A lot. It’s crazy. I cannot keep my hands away from a book. *Averts gaze to my Eleanor and Park book lying next to me.*
  4. I draw just as much as I read. I want to illustrate my own book, when I write one.
  5. I’m ridiculously silent, but I’m also the most talkative person you’ll ever meet in your whole life??
  6. I love One Direction. My whole life revolves around them. MY BABIES. When will they return from war!!!! Also, Taylor Swift. And a lot of others. BUT YOU GET MY POINT.
  7. Most of what I write revolves around a song. And, it’s a thing I’ve noticed I’ve been doing. I listen to a lot of artists, and try out different genres. By far, it’s been helpful, because I get a different take on the same feeling I feel, and it’s sort of calming?? Idk if I’m making sense at this point, but yes. I like to know what it’s like to listen to people and their take on it.

Bonus, additional fact because why not!!

7.5. (?) I love pasta. *stomach rumbles ‘feed me hooman’.*

PHEW. This was a lot harder than I expected, but yes. These are 7 facts about me! I don’t know who else to nominate, but here is my list of people:









I could only think of 8, I’m so sorry!

Anywho, thank you for the nomination, https://unostentatioustruth.wordpress.com! ❤

New Year.





I woke up hopeful today.



I was scared this was going to be short-lived, but it didn’t feel like it.



I didn’t feel like I was punched in the heart, like every year. Because, for two years, every 1st of January, I’m never looking forward to the change, and I don’t wish for anything at all. And, that hurt.



I wished on the first firework of the morning, and it felt incredible.



I took a big leap in 2016, beginning the end of my school life. In 2017, I take a bigger one –

college. I’m terrified, but I’m hopeful.



Change is a part of us – the only thing constant, my textbook says. I know it’s true.



I kissed 2016 goodbye. I’m not mad for how terrible it was. I’m grateful I’ve learnt lessons and made new scars. “Every lesson forms a new scar..”, Taylor Swift sang, once.



I looked out at the city, content.



I think back to the people who’ve been there, I feel grateful. I think back to people who left – I don’t feel sad anymore, I feel even more grateful.



I don’t know where I’m going, but I’ll find my way.


(Happy New Year, guys! May your life be filled with happiness, more happiness, lots of smiles and cookies, from here onward!)

Why You Should Really Stop Asking Us To Make You A Sandwich.

There was a post I saw, on Facebook, that went:

“Why do girls get all bent out of shape when a man asks for a sandwich. When my girlfriend says, “Fix my car” or “Fix my computer”, I don’t claim it’s sexist. I fix her shit cuz I’m good at it. You’re good at making sandwiches. Next time a girl asks me to fix her shit, I’m just going to get offended and go, “Fix your own shit”. Let’s see who gets hurt more, me without a sandwich or you without a car.”

Tbh, I SNORTED OUT LAUGHING after I read…whatever this is.

Let me put some things into perspective for you:

  • If I, a woman, am a mechanic myself, I could “fix my own shit”. Maybe most of us do. But for some of us who can’t, when we ask you, it’s obviously because we cannot fix it and YOU, a man, happen to be a mechanic, thereby asking you to help us out.
  • The reason we claim, “Shut up and make me a sandwich” as sexist is obvious. As women, we ARE NOT ENTITLED TO MAKE YOU A FUCKING SANDWICH when you say stuff like, “You’re a woman. You can’t be doing this. Go make a sandwich.” like you’re telling me my place is in the kitchen.

It’s so funny, how you can blow this out of proportion without any sort of context, like. Wow. Your fragile egos baffle me.

The most profound lines of that mess of a post:

“You’re good at making sandwiches.”

Listen, dude. EVERYONE knows how to make themselves a sandwich. It’s literally just bread with cheese and veggies. HOW HARD IS IT FOR YOU TO DO THAT.

“Let’s see who gets hurt more, me without a sandwich or you without a car.”

I’d walk or take the public transport services available, thank you very much, and you can be hurt and starve, because you clearly don’t know how to make yourself a sandwich.