June 26, 2017

an archived poem and an archived feeling from june 2016 

you complement me. 
we are the two that add up to 90

degrees.
we disagree over big things like which side of the country to live on 
we agree over the things that matter like 
should we get pizza

tonight?
like all n...

June 10, 2017

Falling in love and falling out of love are arguably the two easiest things human beings can write about.

Poets, painters, writers, dancers, and musicians build worlds out of love. There is endless content to write about, whether it be about your own experiences, or som...

June 8, 2017

You left your button down shirt in my closet.

creases and all,

folds and all.

I put it on this morning
expecting to feel a sudden rush

of what? I don’t know. 
your smell, perhaps. 
your touch, of course.

In this shirt,
I thought about happy days.
No.

The happiest of days.

I t...

June 8, 2017

Filipinos are born and bred to love food.

We are passionate about flavor, trying just about anything and waiting for the next bite that catches us off guard. But we are also grounded in tradition, the simplicity of rice and hot food excites us just as much.

So when I thi...

June 8, 2017

It’s been a week since Trump’s election. Seven days of seeing my worst nightmare scheme the future of this country, and appoint people equally terrifying to the highest positions of office in the United States.

It’s been a week, and I am exasperated and tired. Opening u...

June 8, 2017

My dad likes to communicate through poems. It's his way of letting me know that he has a lot on his mind, and he wants to share it with me. Poems give us a chance to say nothing while saying everything at once.

I consult my dad’s emails on days like this — when I need a...

June 1, 2017

When I was little, I read a lot.

I read at lunch, during class, at recess, after class, at home, in bed, in the morning. there wasn’t a time when I wasn’t in the middle of reading multiple books at once. I also never used book markers — for some reason I always remember...

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August 4, 2019

My sophomore year of college I moved into my first apartment and bought a bed from a girl in my sorority who was moving out in the same complex. It was just my mom and I on a really hot summers day, trying to move this small, but surprisingly heavy bed 8 floors down. It’s a white, Ikea twin bed with one of those Swedish names like Malm. Not much to write home about – I think I bought it for a grand total of 80 dollars, mattres...

June 21, 2019

Last year I did a 21 at 21, so I think it’s appropriate that I start a new list. It’s been an amazing year!

Here’s what I learned while I was 21:

  1. Drinks are expensive. Buy a flask.

  2. Don’t tell your mom about a boy until you’re actually sure about it.

  3. No seriously, don’t.

  4. Paint your nails, it’s a small thing, but a huge boost of confidence.

  5. Don’t burn out – millennial burn out culture is real and it’s stupi...

January 1, 2019

At the end of 2017 I was hopelessly lost and still mending old stitches from old pains. I entered a new year with no expectations or goals for myself.

I couldn’t have imagined the year ahead of me.

It begins in Hong Kong. I don’t even know where to start. Almost one year later and I still can’t wrap my head around the time I spent there, and even after all this time I haven’t been able to write about it. When I think about Hong...

December 27, 2018

September 30, 2018

It's hard to move on after heartbreak. Yes, I am “over it” and a lot of the pain has now been healed. But there’s a nagging and annoying voice in my head that’s keeping me restless.

I don’t think this just applies to heartbreak. It applies to losing a loved one, losing a job, not getting the grade, or simply not feeling good enough. It’s that pit in your stomach that keeps sinking and sinking and you don’t know what can pull yo...

July 30, 2018

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July 15, 2018

The first time my mom told me to be kind to myself I started to cry.

I cried because I wanted to love myself so badly, I wanted to believe in myself but to even imagine a life of confidence and free of anxiety … I didn’t know how to even begin.

Like a lot of teenagers, I spent all of my time in high school and into college concerned about what others thought about me. I was constantly anxious that I wasn’t funny enough, pretty e...

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