A dreamy glimpse of you, and the whole Universe disappears. Irresistibly captivated; I venture into the cosmos of your glowing eyes— The only two stars left in the vast multiverse, so dazzling; so bright.
I dive into their stellar space… Eclipsed in the moment, I surrender to your orbit, Lost, like a silent asteroid in an endless cosmic sea.
Tangled in the gravity of your embrace, Time slows, a mystical clock suspends its hands. Only a breath divides us. I gravitate toward you, like stardust drawn to light. The magnetism of your heart pulls me near—so near my pounding heartbeat dances with yours, a cosmic rhythm— Two souls meeting the unknown.
Yet, you bring me closer, and our breaths melt into one.
In the heat of supernova passion, my eyes close; like clouds veiling the sun, awaiting the magic astral tick… Our lips collide; like two meteors in a vast galaxy, Painting a new constellation of unspoken promises.
Amidst the warmth of a golden day, Reality alighted on my shoulders. Its big eyes pierced through mine, Penetrating the deepest cellar of my soul;
Time’s relentless run paused—for a beat. I sat on my paddleboard, Soft waves caressing it tenderly, like a lullaby. I drifted… Enveloped by a floating magic carpet of infinite blue…
I marveled at the sunlight’s delicate strokes, Feathering the crests of waves. All calm as it was blue; Infinite, linear, and placid.
In this evanescent flash, Time stretched for breaths, In slow, harmonic sways, While birds above Soared as freely as my thoughts.
I surrendered my worries, Opening the door to joy and gratitude, Their bold entrance filling my heart With peace and serenity.
I spread my fragile, ethereal wings And released my spirit to rise high, Beyond enchanted realms, Surpassing all earthly bliss. Just for a moment… For this is short-lived contentment.
In that ephemeral flight, the wind’s whisper Reminded me of reality awaiting my return.
Like a brief summer breeze, Life passes swiftly; Our precious time is fleeting — a spark in the shadow of eternity.
Soon, we’ll drown In the endless night of forever-darkness. Like a rock plummeting into the deepest canyon, We’ll become a hollow thud— A forgotten echo in numbed stillness. Every memory of us disintegrating, Into grains in dust scattered by the wind.
In the stillness of the night, I sit by the glowing campfire, Embraced by an endless blanket of warm stars. I lean my head on the moon’s shoulder, And he envelops me gently with his radiance, Shielding me from the encroaching shadows of loneliness.
I stir my dreams in the cauldron of twilight, Each bubble—a wish sent on a moonbeam, Every string of steam—a spiral of hope, For your fleeting gaze to fill the hollows of my heart.
Like a Witch amidst the dancing flames, I fervently invoke the celestial light. Could I cast a spell to attract your affection? No… I can’t… I won’t bewitch your heart… I loathe cursed adoration. I shun false and deceptive masquerades.
Still, Evil sneaks in with his deceits, Haunting me with wicked lures of delusion, Invading my thoughts, polluting my consciousness. At night, when darkness closes my eyes, His demons plunge their claws into my bleeding heart.
Yet, bolted to the sacred stone of pristine sincerity, I tower tall, siding with purest honesty, Inviting blooming, genuine love. I yearn for crimson passion, an ethereal weave, And your heartfelt desire for me—rooted deeply in utter truth.
I nurture a single seed of hope that One day, a flicker of your attention Will find its way to me And ignite sincere feelings for me.
Why is love so elusive? Do the flames’ gentle flickers hold the answer? Their tender whispers enchant me, Soothing my heart as I wait for you. For I cannot erase you from my mind.
Ever wondered what happens after ‘happily ever after’ in fairy tales?
You know, the ones where the prince kisses the princess, and they ride off into the sunset? Many Disney stories wrap up with “and they lived happily ever after,” right? That dreamy finale is supposed to let our imaginations run wild with visions of an idealized future. But has anyone ever wondered what their “happy” life looked like a few years down the road? Did they have kids? Because if they did, let me tell you—that’s a whole new fairy tale waiting to unfold!
Picture Cinderella, still waking up with a smile and singing birds around her—except now, it’s after a night of zero sleep, dealing with crying babies and dodging diaper disasters. She’d probably chuck things at those birds for waking her up.
Forget those glossy Disney illustrations of her hair; in reality, Cinderella’s hair would be more like a mom’s real-life messy bun, complete with baby spit-up as an accessory. Disney should hire a real mom—those illustrations would be less pretty, but way more authentic!
Remember when Cinderella had to dash from the ball at midnight? Should we really feel sorry for her? That night, she looked stunning! Everyone talked about her beauty—when was the last time someone did that for you? Long before the kids, right? And dancing with a prince for hours? Moms today are lucky if they get a quick shuffle under the shower for one whole song! Let alone dream about parties without someone walking behind you, yelling or needing something every two minutes.
Now, let’s fast-forward a few years. Think Cinderella’s stepsisters’ demands were tough? Try competing with your kids’ non-stop requests for snacks, water (but not in that cup!), and finding their lost toys. Everyone pities Cinderella for sweeping those ashy floors—but sweeping up a mountain of crumbs and spilled cereal three times a day? No one talks about that!
We all felt for Cinderella when she had to pick out lentils from the ashes. Well… that must have been tough, actually. But what about picking up those tiny Lego pieces from every corner of the house? Don’t get me started—I think we all hate that! And stepping on one in the middle of the night on the way to the bathroom? Oh yes, I would love to see our pretty Cinderella losing it at 2 a.m. That’s a pain she couldn’t handle!
Meanwhile, where is Prince Charming in that whole mess? Let me guess, taking his 45-minute bathroom break—with his phone, of course! Or maybe he is dancing with another Cinderella? Life is unpredictable, and for some of us, more demanding.
Don’t think for a second being a rich princess is any easier. Well, maybe a bit; they have the money to afford sitters and cleaning ladies. Nevertheless, nothing releases them from the responsibility of being a mom. That’s universal. We care so much that we forget to care for ourselves. That’s the real magic of our story—life with kids is tough because we love them fiercely, and despite the chaos, we endure the pain and grow stronger every day.
In the end, our ‘happily ever after’ isn’t about idealized perfection or fairy tales. It’s about discovering love and joy amidst the mess. So, take a deep breath, keep sweeping those floors and picking up those Legos, because one day—very soon—it will be our turn to enjoy the Ball! And our kids will make sure those shoes fit so we can dance all night long!!
Dedicated to Law Students and Bar Exam Takers. You got this!! Good luck!
Law school felt like battling a monstrous beast, From day one: a torturous intellectual feast. Cases and books—an oppressive digest, The LSAT was just the appetizer for this relentless quest!
Many groaned, calling the LSAT a dread, Unaware it was a preview of sleepless nights ahead. Reading, briefing, monotonous lore, Parties a myth! All fun’s out the door!
Free time vanished, hobbies took flight, Gym and karate? All gone overnight! Constantly seated, my chair-bound plight, Gained weight! Out of shape! Now, isn’t that right?
No midterms to ease, just finals—so grand; One exam to decide if you sink or stand! Finishing 1L, stress rockets in flight, A 3-hour horse race final in the dead of night.
Graded on a curve, it’s anyone’s game, Score high, yet still, can endure the shame. Classmates as rivals, friends now in jest, Cutthroat and brutal; law school’s no rest.
Three years of torture, sleepless and grim, Reading and writing till your eyesight dims. Friends? What friends? They all disappeared!! Only on Christmas, some family cheered.
Then there’s the BAR, oh man, what a “treat,” Study till you fall off your seat! California’s the worst—tough as can be. Fail—and an attorney you may never be!
Money? You ask, was it worth all the pain? Well, lawyers ain’t rolling in endless champagne! Huge responsibility and liability too, Makes you ponder: Was this the right thing to do?
But if law is your passion; your heart’s true delight, Maybe—just maybe—it’s worth the long fight. Yet, if you dream of something else instead, Run far from law school, run fast, my friend!
The alarm clock screams: It’s 5:00 am! Why must I wake so early again? Eyes half-open, stumble out of bed, Wonderful dreams still buzzing in my head.
Coffee’s brewing, but it feels too slow, I’m up at dawn? That’s a cruel show! I yawn so wide that I could swallow the moon, Who decided to begin a day this soon?!
The world’s still asleep—quiet—missing morning thrill, Getting out of bed is surely against my will. But up I go, and greet the day with a beat, Grateful for this life and all the chaos in it.
Have you noticed that you can’t fake having a great time? Think about those photos from your happiest moments—genuine joy always shines through, right? You wouldn’t be snapping pictures if you weren’t truly enjoying yourself. Even selfies meant to show off on social media are usually taken in fantastic places or during significant events. This weekend, I experienced something that profoundly clarified this for me. As I looked at some pictures, I perceived more than just sincere smiles. I uncovered something unexpected and deeply revealing about capturing genuine happiness.
On Saturday, I went to a friend’s birthday party. For the first time in a long while, it wasn’t a kid’s party! I mean a real grown-up party! It was a small gathering of a few close friends and their children. The kids played inside a big house while the parents sat outside on the patio, overlooking the beautiful San Fernando Valley. The sun was shining brightly, and a gentle breeze carried the scent of desert flowers, making it a perfect June afternoon.
As we cracked jokes, sipped our drinks, and relaxed, we noticed the sun beginning to set. It seemed like the ideal time to watch it from the surrounding secluded rocky-desert landscape. We decided to go for a short hike around the property. The lone-standing house was at the top of a mountain with no neighbors nearby. The air was crisp, and our giggles echoed in the vast, open space. As we ventured out to watch the beautiful sunset, we climbed some rocks and snapped a lot of amazing photos. There were more jokes and lots of laughter.
Today, I looked at the photos, and surprisingly, almost all of them turned out great! Even the group photos show big smiles, lots of teeth, and glowing eyes! I was amazed by how genuinely happy everyone looked. There was no major posing; the photos captured spontaneous moments of delight. It was exceptionally wonderful! I realized that genuine happiness is unforced and naturally caught in moments of joy. It cannot be fabricated! It is evident in natural, unrehearsed expressions and interactions.
Reflecting on these moments, I recognize their preciousness. In a world where so much can feel staged and superficial, it’s the authentic experiences that truly matter. Our photos are not just images; they are memories of laughter, connection, and real fun—not meant to show off or impress anyone. They remind me that the best moments in life are often the simplest, shared with those we care about most. They allow to appreciate the value of spontaneous joy and genuine connections. Don’t let these moments slip away. Recognize and cherish them, for they serve as luminous lighthouses radiating strong and bright in our ordinary, sometimes dark days—the true highlights of our lives. Sometimes the simplest and ordinary points in time are the most amazing ones!
I hit the gym, all geared up and ready to go, With my favorite sneakers and usual glow. But as I lift weights, trying to gain strength, A dumbbell slips, despite my full-arm length.
Sweat pours down like a tropical rain, As I struggle to bench press, feeling the strain. The heavy barbell slides from the rack! Landing on my face—wham!—and my eye turns black!
Treadmill running, I trip on my lace, Flying off in an epic—yet not unusual clumsy race. People around me can’t help but stare, I just smile back, fixing my messy hair.
Yoga poses? Okay, I’ll give it a shot! But, man, balancing’s harder than I thought! Toppling over in a twisted mess, I laugh it off, ’cause surely, I can’t impress.
Despite the chaos, the slips, and the falls, I keep on going, giving it my all. For every mistake, a story to share, ‘Cause gym adventures are beyond compare!
*Did I mention I’m clumsy? 😉 These past few months have been quite unfortunate, causing many injuries. But hey, I’m back at the gym, still accident-prone, and trying to get back into shape for the summer. Though, considering it’s the end of June, I don’t think I’ll get there! 😜 In reflection, I enjoy writing about it and laughing it off. I look kinda badass cool, don’t I?
Our lives are like the rain falling from the sky, Sometimes gentle, like a whisper—an unnoticed sigh. A light rain on a warm day, no big deal, Just a kiss from the heavens—a bliss to feel.
A single drop on a leaf, a sweet graceful dance, It slides to the tip, then takes its chance. As it dives to the ground, the leaf bounces back, A tranquil scene—a peaceful act.
Yet when the rain pours, in torrents and sheets, The leaf takes the blows, withstanding the beats. It’s under attack from raindrop-heavy punches, Just like we face challenges in unpredictable bunches.
But the rain pounds harder when the storms rage, Life’s troubles cascade, taking over the whole stage. People like leaves, caught in the fray, Fighting like raindrops on a stormy day.
And then comes the hurricane, wild and free, Ripping apart the tallest tree! Life’s greatest storms, we cannot predict, They tear through our lives, leaving us kicked.
We cannot control the weather and the rain, Just like life’s joys and moments of pain. But we can stand firm, like the leaf on the tree, Bouncing back after each drop, strong and free.
Yet, rainbows emerge, vibrant and bright, Everyone points with pure delight. A promise of beauty after the rain, A reminder of joy after moments of pain.
For every storm that shakes the ground, There’s a magical rainbow waiting to be found. In the dance of the rain, in the calm and the strife, We find the essence, the beauty of life.
I know why you left me, Mom. I didn’t understand it then. How could I? I was so young, a fragile leaf tossed in a hurricane.
I still remember you standing in that dim hallway, determined to leave. I heard the hollow echo as you opened the door, but before it slammed shut, the Beast crept in, filling the emptiness with shadows.
That night, sleep eluded me. I imagined you soaring through the sky, chasing your freedom like a ravenous bird after its prey. Trapped in the darkness, I cried, motionless, a girl clenching her fists. The Beast watched me; its big, fiery eyes piercing the night. I was terrified. But nobody was there to witness my horror.
For years, I begged you to come back, but you never did; and I never tamed the Beast. It lingered, a constant reminder of the void you left behind.
Three decades have passed, and the Beast still remains. I’ve grown used to its presence, accepting that I can’t fight it. I’ve built walls around myself, so tall that only God in Heaven can see the true reflection of me.
But one day, someone will come, and the Beast will be gone. My heart knows it, awaiting the day of liberation.
I’m no longer angry at you. I’ve come to understand your struggle, though I never heard you say plainly, “I love you.” Maybe you never did. You must have had your reasons.
But I can’t carry your pain for you anymore. It crushes me. I need to let it go.
Nevertheless, I love you. I always have. My heart’s been beating with so much love that I can’t feel otherwise. I’m sorry I couldn’t make you happy, but it’s time for me to find my own peace.
Wolverine Lily 