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The Hidden Legacy – update

Thank you for following along with Nayah’s story here.

After much thought, I’ve decided to delete chapter 4 and onward, and I won’t be posting the remaining chapters here. Instead, I plan to complete it as a novel. What began as a short story has grown into something much more extensive, and I’m both thrilled (and also terrified!) to turn Nayah’s journey into a full-length book—my first novel.

Nayah will uncover deep family secrets, including a cursed legacy, and unravel terrifying mysteries within the house she unexpectedly inherited. Her journey will be unforgettable, and I can’t wait to share her adventure with you—when the time is right.

In the meantime, I’m slowing down on blogging to focus on completing this project (and likely giving it a new title). That said, I might drop a poem or a funny story if I need a break from Nayah. 🙂

Thank you so much for your support—it truly means the world to me! Stay tuned for updates!

Stirs in the Cauldron of Twilight

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.

Law School Blues: Hustles, Hurdles… or Hilarity

*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!

Who Decided 5 AM Was a Good Idea?

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.

Can’t Fake Happy Moments

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!

A Comedy of Errors in a Gym

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?

Resilient Dances of Leaves

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.

The Fiery Eyes Piercing the Night

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.

Dancing to Pluvial Symphony

In the hush of falling rain, I find my peace,
A gentle rhythm that makes life’s chaos cease.
While others scurry, seeking shelter from the storm,
I embrace the rain, with its touch of calm.

I love raindrops kissing my hair and face,
Falling softly with such grace.
With my eyes closed, I listen to nature’s song,
A pluvial symphony—a magical place where I belong.

I reminisce, at sixteen, my transcendent stroll,
Barefoot and alone on a countryside roll.
Shoes in hand, black mini-skirt on,
Singing in the rain, for hours till dawn.

Skipping uphill as the rain runoff drenched my feet,
Still blithe in a joyful dance to a rhythmic beat.
Soaking wet, yet feeling no cold,
Just the playful splash—a secret for decades untold.

So let the rain fall, let it pour,
For in its harmony, my spirit soars!
While others panic, fear its might,
I find my solace in the rainy night.

Love Dilemma: A dispute between Heart, Brain, Logic, and Instincts

“Marry the one you love,” said the heart confidently. “If you listen to me, then you will know who and when.”
“No,” said the brain. “Your heart is deceitful. Marry the person that is right for you.”
“How do you know who is right?” I asked.
“The right man is a good man. He treats you well and will take care of you. You will have a good life with him,” assured the brain.
“But what about love?” I asked the brain.
“Love is an abstract concept, undefined,” answered the brain. “It can be learned through years of mutual respect and understanding. This path provides stability and security, which are essential for a long-lasting relationship.”
“What about passion, the intense feelings that make my heart race, and the sensuality that brings us closer?” I asked curiously.
“Do what’s right for you. Feelings are deceptive,” reassured the brain. “Passion and sensuality can fade, but mutual respect and understanding grow stronger over time.”
“How do I know what’s right and what’s deceptive?” I asked, confused.
The brain did not answer.

“Let me ask my guts,” I said, seeking clarity.
“Marry the one you love, my dear,” said Guts. “You can’t learn love; you have to feel it. If you follow my guidance, you’ll know deep inside it’s not deceptive. Following your heart brings happiness, joy, and deep emotional fulfillment, making life more meaningful.”
“Guts, but what if he doesn’t love me?”
“There is nothing you can do about his feelings,” Guts said gently. “If you love him but he doesn’t love you back, it will break your heart. Are you ready to take this risk, my dear?”
So I asked my heart, “Are you ready to be broken?” but my heart remained silent.
Then I asked my brain, “Can a life without love still be happy?” but my brain gave no response.
“I don’t know what to do!” I cried in despair.

Then Guts continued, “If you listen to your brain, it’s a wise decision, but your heart will be empty. Stability and security come with this choice, but you might feel unfulfilled. If you listen to your heart, then you might get hurt. Love and passion bring joy but also vulnerability. But if you go with what I tell you, you’ll find a balance between emotion and logic, guiding you towards what feels fundamentally right.”
Guts went on to say, “Listen to your heart’s calling. Consulting your brain means marrying for reasons other than love. Ultimately, the decision is yours. Trust your intuition to balance both perspectives.”

I did not follow my guts. Now, I find myself at a crossroads, wondering if the path I chose was truly the one meant for me. The puzzle of love, logic, and instinct continues to shape my journey, a riddle we all face regardless of gender. We make mistakes, our choices sometimes lead to heartbreak, or things turn out differently than we expected. Yet, we search and follow love again. These internal battles and the lessons we learn from them make us more empathetic and wise. Ultimately, if you choose logic, you may find yourself longing for love, as I am now. When children come into the picture, it can be difficult to turn things around, but these experiences further enrich our understanding and meaning of love.

❤️