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The song “You’re On Your Own, Kid” by Taylor Swift (from the Midnights album)

This song deeply moved me because it reflects so many emotions that I’ve gone through as a young adult trying to find my place in the world. Taylor Swift has always been my favorite artist, not just because of her beautiful voice and music, but because she’s always been honest and real about the struggles of growing up, dealing with rejection, and learning how to love yourself. “You’re On Your Own, Kid” really hit me hard the first time I heard it. The lyrics talk about how we sometimes chase after things like love, success, or acceptance thinking they will complete us, but in the end, we realize that we have to face life on our own terms.

One line that stuck with me is “Everything you lose is a step you take.” That lyric made me pause and reflect on all the times I felt like I failed or lost something important whether it was a friendship, a goal I didn’t reach, or simply my motivation. But this song reminded me that those losses are not dead ends; they are part of my growth. Even when I feel like I’m alone, I’m actually becoming stronger and more independent.

As a college student, I sometimes feel overwhelmed, especially with academic pressure, life decisions, and the fear of the future. There are times when I feel like no one really understands what I’m going through. But this song gives me comfort. It feels like Taylor is saying, “Yes, it’s hard but you’re not the only one who feels this way.” It gives me the strength to keep going, to believe that I can make it even when things don’t go according to plan.

The melody is soft but powerful, and it builds up in a way that mirrors the emotions of the lyrics. It starts out gentle, almost like a quiet reflection, but by the end, there’s this sense of empowerment and acceptance. Listening to it feels like going through a journey from sadness and confusion to peace and self-love.

More than just a song, “You’re On Your Own, Kid” is like a reminder that I don’t have to have everything figured out right now. I just need to keep moving forward and trust that I’m growing along the way. That’s why this song means so much to me. It’s not just music it’s healing, and it’s a companion during the moments I feel lost.

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This is my “ go to song “ when I feel a lost sense of direction in my life. My favorite line in this song “ It’s just a bad day, not a bad life “ serves as a reminder that temporary struggles don't define one's entire existence. Overcoming a bad day and preventing it from affecting my life involves a combination of mindset shifts, self-care practices, and emotional resilience.

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When I first watched this Korean drama, I felt a deep sense of warmth, comfort, and even a bit of sadness. It touched my heart in a way I didn’t expect. What moved me the most was how the characters, despite not being related by blood, formed such a strong and genuine bond with one another. They laughed together, cried together, supported each other through hardships, and celebrated each other’s joys like a true family.

It made me realize that family is not always defined by genetics or last names—it’s defined by love, trust, and shared experiences. The drama taught me that sometimes, the people who love and understand you the most are the ones you meet along the journey of life, not necessarily the ones you’re born with.

This message resonated with me deeply, especially during moments when I’ve felt distant from my own family or longed for connection. Watching the characters create their own version of “family” gave me hope and reminded me that love can come from the most unexpected places. In the end, what makes a family is not blood, but the willingness to stand by each other no matter what.

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 A photo of my mom and me standing at a rainbow-colored crosswalk in Taipei, Taiwan.

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Last week, my mom and I visited Taipei, Taiwan, and we came across this rainbow-painted crosswalk. We took a photo together standing right in the middle of it. At first, it was just a fun and colorful spot to take a picture, but then it hit me — the rainbow colors represent the LGBTQ+ community, which I’m a part of.

Walking across that rainbow road with my mom beside me was such an emotional moment for me. It wasn’t just about the road — it was about feeling seen, accepted, and loved by the most important person in my life. Growing up, I was scared to be myself, to speak up about who I really am. But standing there, hand in hand with my mom, I felt safe. I felt proud.

That moment reminded me that I’m not alone, and I don’t have to hide. My mom accepts me for who I am, and that gives me the strength to keep going and to live freely. It was more than just a photo — it was a memory I’ll carry with me forever.

I felt proud, emotional, and grateful all at once. Sometimes, it’s the small things — like a crosswalk and a smile from someone you love — that remind you how beautiful life can be when you’re true to yourself.

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UFC 229 Khabib Nurmagomedov Vs. Conor McGregor

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Ever since I was a teenager, I’ve been a huge fan of the UFC. I was drawn not just to the thrill of the fights but to the discipline, heart, and purpose each fighter brings into the octagon. Among them, Khabib Nurmagomedov stood out the most. His presence wasn’t about trash talk or fame; it was about honor, focus, and genuine love for the sport.

The more I watched him, the more I wanted to understand his story. I researched his background, learned about his humble beginnings in Dagestan, his intense training under his father, and the values that shaped him. Behind his calm and quiet personality was a man who sacrificed so much, stayed true to his beliefs, and worked tirelessly without needing the spotlight.

Through Khabib, I began to see the deeper meaning behind MMA. The art of mixed martial arts is more than just physical strength. It’s strategy, discipline, emotional and spiritual resilience, and the ability to adapt under pressure. It’s where your character is tested, not just your body. Every fight tells a story of pain, growth, and purpose.

Watching Khabib fight wasn’t just entertaining it was inspiring. He showed that when you truly love what you do, stay grounded, and give your all with humility and discipline, success will follow. That’s why this image of him in the octagon means so much to me. It captures not just a moment of victory, but the years of sacrifice and belief that led to it. Photo from:https://www.forbes.com/sites/trentreinsmith/2018/10/08/ufc-229-a-look-at-the-post-fight-stats-from-khabib-nurmagomedov-vs-conor-mcgregor/

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Love In The Dark by Adele

By Sarabi, Fatimah Dylenna’z A.

Since I was a kid, I have always been a fan of Adele’s raw and captivating voice. She expresses a burst of emotions that tugs at my heart and each of her lyrics feels like a story unfolding. Growing up in a home that used to bond through karaoke which brought us together every Sunday, I often chose to sing her songs. However, this specific song touched me the most.

Love In The Dark expresses not just pain, but the guilt that comes after choosing yourself and ending a connection that only drains you. It reminds us that loving other people should not come to a point where even loving ourselves becomes such a difficult thing to do. Love inspires us to live, rather than to merely survive— and if loving in such a dark place will only make us doubt our whole being, then it is the kind of love we do not deserve after all and we must have the courage to walk away from it.

This song touched me because it reminds me of self-preservation and not settling for something that hinders us to grow into the best version of ourselves. While I may not have personally gone through the situation the song describes, I believe that it is a masterpiece. The fact that the lyrics, expressed by Adele’s voice, can touch even someone like me who never experienced such situation speaks volume. I will forever be in awe of Adele’s form of expressing art.

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I remember the first time I watched Dead Poets Society, it was late at night in my room. I had heard about the movie before, but I wasn’t prepared for how deeply it would touch me. It felt like it was speaking directly to me, as if it knew the struggles I was going through.

As I watched Mr. Keating stand before his students, urging them to “carpe diem,” I felt like he was talking to me, too. I thought about the times in my own life when I felt like I was just going through the motions, following other people’s expectations instead of my own. I remembered the teachers and mentors who told me it was okay to question, to think for myself, to find my own path.

One scene that really struck me was when the boys stood on their desks in silent defiance, a simple but powerful act of solidarity. It reminded me of the small, but significant, moments in my own life when I found the courage to speak up for myself, even when I was afraid. It was like the movie gave me permission to believe that my voice mattered.

But it didn’t stop there. Because of Dead Poets Society, I not only learned to speak for myself but also found the courage to stand up for others, those who have a harder time finding their own voice. I realized that sometimes, being brave means helping others find their strength, too. Whether it’s supporting a friend who’s struggling to share their story or speaking up for someone who’s been silenced, I feel a responsibility now to be that person who says, “Your voice matters.”

The movie stayed with me long after it ended. It’s a reminder that life is too short to live in someone else’s shadow. That we all have our own verse to contribute to this world. And because of that, Dead Poets Society isn’t just a movie to me , it’s a reminder to live authentically, to speak up, and to lift others up along the way.

Movie description: https://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/dead_poets_society

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The Wind Rises by Hayao Miyazaki, moved me in a way I can’t fully explain, but I only feel. “The wind is rising, we must try to live” was something much more than a phrase in the movie, it had become a whisper to the soul for me. The beautiful journey of his life from dreaming to doing in the face of all loss and war and sorrow reminds us that, even in its quiet tragedies, life still challenges us to live meaningfully and beautifully. His power to create beauty, even as everything was collapsing under the weight of destruction, became bittersweet.

Ghibli movies in general are my favorite because they make me feel better about things I didn't even realize needed to be healed. Miyazaki's arts have a gentleness and a quiet firmness to them, there are tender moments that warm your heart. The Wind Rises helped me in sitting with my own anxieties, aspirations, and desires in addition to telling me a story. It served as a reminder that we continue to try and live despite the uncertainty and fragility of life. We have to make an effort to live because there is still beauty to be made, people to love, and quite joys waiting to be felt. Even in sorrow, life offers moments worth staying for.

Lastly, the the film's animation, music, and pacing that make it such a reflective piece that brings the characters close to my heart. Above all, the relationship of Jiro with Nahoko which is full of love, but with a lot of pain in it, moved me very much. It reminded me quite a bit of those sacrifices which people have to make in the pursuit of passion and love, and also how brief life is. There are no easy answers from the film. It rather leaves you with this soft ache, which is the one that really made me appreciate beauty and loss in life.

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Growing up, before I reached Grade 1, with my mom working abroad and my father working at the office on weekdays, I was left with my grandmother —the only grandparent I was able to spend time with growing up, who is now 84 years old.

The movie "How to Make Millions Before Grandma Dies" is a story about a man named M who quits his job to care for his dying grandmother. At first, he's just in it for the inheritance, but over time, he begins to actually care for her and learns more about his family’s past.

A scene where the grandmother dressed well expecting that her family would visit her but no one arrived because they had their own lives. This broke me thinking what if that was my grandmother? Seeing that, as I, my brother and cousins grew and mostly left Zamboanga making their own lives. It reminds me of the time when I woke up at 5 am accompanying her at the market, and every time I go to her house even at her age she still always cooks for us, and many more times that made a core memory with her.

Death is a topic that most of us don’t want to discuss, but it is one thing that is inevitable for everyone. As I watch the movie reality strikes, as time passes, we get old, our health deteriorates, and here comes death. It serves as a reminder that no matter how busy our lives are or no matter what keeps us busy, let us not forget to visit and make time for our grandparents even if it’s just an hour, and that love and time with family matter way more than money

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𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔐𝔢𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔩 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔯𝔢

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𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔐𝔢𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔩 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔫 ℌ𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔟𝔯𝔲𝔫𝔫 𝔓𝔞𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔢

During the pandemic, I watched with fascination documentaries on various art forms, including oil paintings and restoration, as well as lost art forms, specifically automatons. I love The Writer, but one that moved me was the Mechanical Theatre in Hellbrunn Palace. Out of all the automata that were built in the 1740s, one machine surpassed them all for me in terms of scale, ambition, and technical sophistication of this lost art form. This automaton was a form of an entire working city.

Archbishop Jakob von Dietrichstein commissioned the creation of a machine that was a vision of a perfect society, populated by well-behaved, obedient automaton subjects, which was harmonious, orderly, and at the same time an entertaining vision of how a city works or how a city should work. A mechanical opera that has almost 200 figurines moving and "working." The art itself is beautiful, but beneath it all, water pressure turns a wheel that is connected via a series of gears to the entire machine. All the intricate metalwork acts like a set of instructions, guiding each figurine to perform its actions at different intervals. The automaton, above all that mechanism, functions perfectly, mechanically, and automatically. What moved me isn't just its intricacy and beauty, but behind the vision of a utopian society comes a dark side of this entertaining spectacle.

The creator of the machine that runs the theatre was designed and built by Lorenz Rosenegger, who is a salt miner. These salt miners generated the wealth that the city relied on and funded this machine. However, the salt miners were radicals and rebels, and many of them were Protestants. They were expelled by the order of Salzburg's ruler. Rosenegger worked on this theatre under armed guard. Yes, this was a technical masterpiece for its time, but for the salt miners, it was a machine that portrayed the tyrannic power that ruled them. This art represented the mechanical ingenuity of the salt miners' artfully crafted and carved exteriors; their very souls came from poorly paid artisan workers. A machine built to entertain the wealthy court society of that time was made by skilled yet underpaid artisans, showing how this, the Helbrunn Mechanical Theatre, encapsulates the contradiction at the core of all 18th-century automata.

Most art that was built before our time had dark truths; for me, that is what makes art exceptional, making you wonder how such art came to life. Art like this never fails to give me a thrill and excitement at the same time, feelings of bittersweet melancholy when the true story is revealed. I love and appreciate art that revolves around stories or ones that reflect the similarities of the past to the current situation of our society. Art portrays the truth that we usually don't want to face. It shows us the kind of truth that is both enticing and repulsing at the same time. These kinds of art with rooted meaning, hardship, pain, and suffering are ones with a history that will shape, break, bend, or strengthen the future of art. For me, art should move you to its core, not just for its beauty, but for the truth and intentions behind it. Every art tells you the story of its creator and the amount of blood, sweat, and tears they may have poured for us to appreciate.

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Aniñon, Akia Raine U.

ARTAPP-B

June 5, 2025

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The Taj Mahal was the structural art that emotionally moved me. It’s amazing what love can do to people, Shah Jahan built this structure not for glory or power, but out of grief and deep devotion to his late wife. In today’s time where everything and everyone moves so fast, seeing something built with care and permanence gives me hope. It reminded me that real love doesn’t rush, it lasts, and it’s willing to do more than just the bare minimum. The emotion it made me feel was a mix of wonder and hope, wonder at how far someone can go for love, and hope that I’ll find someone who’s willing to do the same. The Taj Mahal makes me believe that there’s still someone out there who won’t just settle, but will go further, feel deeper, and stay longer.

Photo Link: https://images.app.goo.gl/rPrKTeJqNPitYjKM9

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“Golden Hour” by JVKE

Golden Hour hit me in a way I didn’t expect. The first time I heard it, I remember just stopping everything I was doing, it felt like time froze for a second. There’s something so raw and beautiful about the way JVKE captures that feeling of being completely in awe of someone, like they light up your world just by being in it. The melody is gentle but powerful, and the lyrics really made me think of a moment in my own life where everything felt perfect, even if just for a little while. It reminded me to slow down and appreciate the people and moments that make life feel golden.

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Pison, Ariadnne Jhin S.

Arttap - B

June 5, 2025

"Art that moved you"

There are many pieces of arts that have moved me, but I chose This song "Castle on the hill" by Ed Sheeran, one of the art that moved me. The song lyrics reflects on the childhood memories, friendships and the passage of time. This song captures the bittersweet feelings of growing up, how we change over time and how change is part of our life. Even though the lyrics does not personally relate to me. The song have moved me in ways that made me nostalgic, warm and loved. It reminds me and us that our experiences are what shapes us on what we are today. The people we knew in the past now live very different lives, but they remain a part of us. They've shaped us in many ways. And the song reminds me to go home, to where the heart belongs.

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An artwork that emotionally moved me is the song “Autumn” by NIKI. It’s a heartfelt piece about nostalgia and the bittersweet nature of letting go. The more I listened and paid attention to the lyrics, the more deeply it resonated with me. The song reflects on the end of a relationship and the quiet grief that follows. NIKI uses the metaphor of Autumn, a season known for change and letting go, which perfectly symbolizes the experience of watching something beautiful slowly come to an end.

The line “All you do is blindside me, it’s hard to be brave” struck me deeply. It speaks from the perspective of someone who keeps getting hurt, not because they’re naive, but because they’re still holding on to hope that things might change. Another line, “And I love you but with you, it’s heartache I breathe,” captures the painful contradiction of loving someone who brings more pain than peace. It’s a suffocating kind of love, where even moments of closeness feel heavy.

I was in the process of letting go of people I cared about, places that once felt like home, and even past versions of myself. Listening to Autumn was both therapeutic and unexpectedly comforting. It reminded me that grief and beauty can coexist, and that sometimes the hardest seasons are the ones that shape us the most, even when we wish we could skip them. Autumnmade me feel seen, like someone had finally put into words emotions I didn’t know how to express. It reminded me that grief, especially the kind that comes with love, can be quiet, beautiful, and devastating all at once.

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Music has always been my favorite art form as it is what keeps me grounded, especially during the hardest moments of my life. When I first heard “Kidult” by SEVENTEEN in 2020, I did not fully understand the Korean lyrics, but I instantly felt something. The melody, the vocals, and the emotion in their voices pulled me in. I just knew that this song had something meaningful to say.

As I looked up the translation, the lyrics hit even harder. “Kidult” explores the quiet struggle of feeling like you are supposed to be an adult, but still carrying the heart of a child. I was 14 when the pandemic began, and honestly, sometimes it feels like I have been frozen in that time ever since. The world moved on but emotionally, I feel like I have not caught up yet. Now that I’m technically an adult (19), I still find myself clinging to my inner child, unsure of how to grow without losing them.

That is why this song means so much to me. It does not tell you to “get over it” or to be stronger, it instead validates my feeling of being stuck in my childhood without judgment. When I hear the line, “괜찮아, 이 세상은 지금의 우리 그대로” (“It’s okay, this world is precious; we are what we are”), it feels like a long-time friend telling me that I’m enough, just as I am; and that it’s okay not to have it all figured out yet. This simply is what I need as I go through the immense pressure of what adulthood has to offer.

“Kidult” beautifully captures the tension between growing up and holding onto innocence. It is about accepting the messiness of being in-between strength and softness, maturity and vulnerability. And in a world that constantly demands growth, this song gives me permission to pause, feel, and just be myself.

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One piece of art that truly moved me is the Korean drama “Reply 1988”. More than just a nostalgic portrayal of life in the late 1980s, it is a heartfelt story about family, friendship, youth, and love. What touched me the most was how it captured the beauty of everyday life and the quiet, often unnoticed moments that shape who we are. The drama made me reflect deeply on my own life, especially now that I am a college student navigating a new chapter of independence and responsibility. It reminded me of the importance of family, especially during tough times, and made me appreciate all the sacrifices my parents have made to give me the best life they can. It also taught me to value the friendships that continue to support and inspire me to become a better version of myself. Most importantly, it showed me that growing up means stepping out of our comfort zones and leaving behind the life we’re used to in order to chase our dreams. College has challenged me emotionally and mentally, but Reply 1988 reminded me that this phase is a natural and beautiful part of life’s journey. In the end, it’s more than just a drama, it is also a reminder that we should cherish the present, treasure our relationships, and hold on to the values that love, family, and friendship has taught us.

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Listening to Kidult by SEVENTEEN for the first time made me experience a handful of emotions—comfort, nostalgia, quiet happiness, and even a touch of sadness. Even though the lyrics are in Korean, listening to it for the first time means that you get to feel and appreciate the song for the beautiful vocals alone because they convey sincere emotions. Later on, searching the lyrics up made me learn that the word “Kidult” is a blend of the words “kid” and “adult”, which emphasizes acknowledging your inner child amidst being an adult and having all kinds of responsibilities.

Being a kid, we often wish to grow up sooner, but when we do finally grow up, we find ourselves longing to be a kid again. Oftentimes, we also find ourselves growing up too fast. This song comforts me because it reminds me that it’s okay to experience emotions like a kid, even as an adult. It serves as a reminder that I am not alone in these feelings. We all have our fair share of struggles and challenges, and it’s perfectly okay to seek comfort and support from one another.

SEVENTEEN’s “Kidult” explores the balance between our childlike vulnerability and maturity. It’s a gentle reminder that acknowledging our inner child doesn’t diminish our adulthood. The song offers comfort and gently reminds us that it’s okay to feel overwhelmed or nostalgic because our youthful spirit remains as an important part of who we are.

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"Ribs" my most played played song by Lorde is a song that perfectly captures the feeling of nostalgia and the fear of growing up. It perfectly captures those intense, a blend of bitter and sweet feelings you experience like from a coming of age film. It reminds me of those carefree childhood moments, like sleepovers, and how we wish we could go back. It’s about longing for the days when I was younger, when things were more simple. But it also hits you with the realization that time moves on, and you're heading into adulthood whether you like it or not.

It's a song that's packed with so much emotion, that makes me feel both sad about what's lost and a little bit comforted by the shared experience. It was truly amazing how Lorde, even at a young age, understood that she was living through moments she'd one day look back on fondly. A masterpiece that make you feel both happy and sad at the same time. A very beautiful yet simple song about losing innocence and becoming an adult. The emotion you get from it really depends on how you're feeling when you listen to the song.

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Reigen and Mob being so real (they fr like me fr)

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750 films and series (hyperbole), hundreds of thousands of hours on music streaming platforms (high-ball), artists’ names and paintings of whom some I remember, but most I’ve long forgotten. I’ve consumed art that’s good, bad, objective, subjective; goofy, crass, forgettable, and absolutely impressive. Each piece has stirred me in some way, but nothing comes close to how the series Mob Psycho 100 touched my heart. (A lot came close actually, like La La Land, Vagabond, Tyler, the Creator and Steve Lacy’s discography, and many more that are just too close to my heart to name.)

Mob Psycho 100 is about a boy named Shigeo Kageyama, or just “Mob”—an esper blessed with overwhelming psychic powers. He meets a man named Reigen Arataka: a con artist, a life coach, a liar with charisma and charm (heavily on those two characteristics), but also someone who ends up being Mob’s greatest guide. Reigen, despite all his lies and complete lack of psychic powers, teaches Mob more about life than any supernatural ever could. He lives not as a perfect man in truth, but as a perfect man in heart; flawed, deceptive, yet always meaning well.

He lies, yes, but never out of malice. He lies to protect, to help, to lift others up when they can’t do it themselves. He lies so others can find their truth.

What moved me most is how Reigen reflects parts of myself I’m still learning to live with; the imperfections, the masks, the half-truths I sometimes carry.

I’ve lied. I’ve disappointed people. I’ve been Matahachi (a character from Vagabond), the kind of person who makes mistakes not out of evil but out of weakness. But I’ve also chosen to grow. I strive to do better, to be kinder, and to never betray the trust people give me, not again at least. I want to be the kind of person who helps, who sacrifices, who shapes others into better versions of themselves even when I’m still figuring myself out.

Like Reigen, I don’t have powers. But I have presence, words, and most of all, effort. I see it most in how I try to guide my little brother and sister. I want to be there for them, just as Reigen was there for Mob; not perfect, but present. Not flawless, but fiercely trying.

This show taught me that being extraordinary doesn’t make you a good person. Power doesn’t define worth. What matters more is character; emotional intelligence, self-awareness, kindness, communication.

I’m glad to have watched Mob psycho 100, because they taught me the kind of power that doesn’t just change lives, they taught me the kind that makes life worth living.

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Twenty-Five Twenty-One took me on an emotional journey that beautifully captured the joy, pain, and innocence of youth. It made me laugh, cry, reminisce, and above all, feel deeply connected to the characters as they navigated life’s unpredictable paths. It became more than just a series, it became my comfort K-drama, the one I go back to when I need to remember that it’s okay to grow, to lose, and to heal. It made me feel a deep mix of warmth and melancholy. There was joy in watching Hee-do’s youthful passion and bright spirit, and sorrow in watching her and Yi-jin drift apart despite loving each other so deeply. The bittersweet nature of their relationship brought out a kind of beautiful sadness, a nostalgic ache for a love that was real, even if it didn’t last forever. It also made me feel hopeful, seeing how each character kept going, growing, and finding their own way. It moved me because it felt real and raw. It didn’t sugarcoat the struggles of youth, love, or chasing dreams. Instead, it showed that life is full of imperfect moments, and that even the most cherished relationships can come to an end not because of failure, but because of growth. I saw pieces of myself in Hee-do’s determination, Yi-jin’s quiet suffering, and the bittersweet longing of wanting to hold onto something that time naturally pulls apart. More than anything, it reminded me that not all love stories are meant to last but that doesn't make them any less valuable. That idea, although painful, is comforting in its own way. Twenty-Five Twenty-One gave me a sense of peace. It's the kind of drama that leaves a quiet mark on your heart, reminding you of who you were, who you loved, and who you are still becoming.

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Title: Grave of the Fireflies
The title Grave of the Fireflies reminds me of how fragile and short life can be especially for children caught in the horrors of war. Watching the film, I was deeply moved by the suffering of Seita( Older brother) and Setsuko(Younger sister), who were just children trying to survive in a world torn apart by conflict. Their hunger, fear, and loneliness felt painfully real and sadly, this is not just a story from the past.

Today, many children in Gaza are experiencing similar tragedies. Like the siblings in the film, they are innocent victims of violence they didn’t cause or understand. They lose their homes, their families, and their chance at a peaceful childhood. The title becomes more than symbolic it becomes a reflection of today’s reality, where too many young lives are lost like fireflies fading in the dark.

This connection made the film even more powerful for me. It reminded me that behind every headline or news report, there are real children, just like Setsuko, who deserve safety, love, and hope not war.

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“You’ll Be in My Heart” by NIKI

NIKI’s rendition of “You’ll Be in My Heart” struck an emotional chord with me the first time I heard it. There’s something deeply personal about the way she sings not just the lyrics, but the emotion behind each word. Her voice is soft but full of strength, like she’s pouring quiet reassurance into every note. Unlike the original version, which is powerful and cinematic, her cover feels like a lullaby gentle, tender, and quietly heartbreaking.

What moved me most was the feeling of connection the song brought out. It reminded me of moments in my own life when words weren’t enough to express how much someone meant to me, especially during times of distance, grief, or uncertainty. Listening to this version felt like someone saying, “I’m still here for you,” even when they aren’t physically present. It’s a comforting reminder that love, once shared, doesn’t just disappear it stays with us, even in silence.

This song helped me reflect on relationships I’ve outgrown, loved ones I’ve lost, and the people I continue to carry with me in my heart, no matter how life changes. NIKI’s voice made that message feel real and raw. It’s not just a cover it’s a gentle reminder of the kind of love that transcends distance and time.

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The Starry Night by Vincent van Gogh is one of the most emotionally stirring pieces of art I’ve ever encountered. When I first saw it, I was struck not only by its beauty but by the deep sense of emotion hidden in the swirls of color and movement. Painted in 1889 while Van Gogh was in a mental asylum, the painting is more than just a night sky it’s a window into the artist’s soul. This painting moved me because of the way it captures turbulence and peace at the same time. The swirling sky seems chaotic, almost stormy, but the peaceful village below feels calm and still. It reminds me of how inner chaos can exist even when everything on the outside looks normal something I relate to during stressful times. Knowing that Van Gogh painted this while he was struggling with his mental health made it even more powerful. It helped me realize that beauty can come from pain and even in our darkest moment there is something bigger than us, something full of wonder, movement and possibility. It’s a message of resilience of trying to find light even when everything feels heavy. And that expressing emotion through art is a kind of strength.

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The starry night by vincent van gogh painting

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"Mystery of Love" by Sufjan Stevens is a poignant reflection on the beauty and sorrow of love, particularly the kind that arrives unexpectedly and leaves a lasting emotional imprint. The song portrays love as a sacred, almost spiritual experience—something mysterious and transformative that cannot be fully understood or controlled. Through delicate imagery and mournful tones, Stevens expresses how love can awaken deep joy while also making us vulnerable to profound loss. The pain of separation is not treated as a contradiction to love, but as a natural extension of its depth and intensity. I chose this song because it captures the bittersweet truth that some of the most powerful connections in life are fleeting, and their impermanence is precisely what makes them unforgettable.

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The song "Time" by SB19, from their newest single "Simula at Wakas," really moved me emotionally. The first time I listened to it, I felt something deep. As someone who is musically inclined, I care a lot about the melody, but what really matters most to me are the lyrics, the meaning behind them, and how the artist delivers the message. It’s not just about how it sounds, it’s about how it speaks to your soul.

This song made me reflect on how short life really is. It reminded me that time keeps moving, with or without us. We spend so much time being sad, overthinking, or stuck in uncertainty, and before we know it, everything changes, everything is gone. The people, the moments, the chances, they all pass. And one day, all the things we've done or held on to will be left behind. But this song also made me realize something more meaningful. Even though time slips away, it's how we choose to spend it that stays with us. The love we give, the courage we show, the memories we make, those are what truly matter. "Time" made me feel both the sadness of letting go and the beauty of holding on to what’s real. It’s more than just a song for me. It’s a reminder to live fully, to not waste the little time we have, and to make sure we’re living in a way that feels true. And yeah, this song will linger in my heart for a long time, like a quiet echo that reminds me to keep living, don’t just exist, to keep making every little things meaningful.

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🎨 Title: "EVERYTHING – The Black Skirts" (Song)

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Whenever I’m happy, sad, overwhelmed, lost, nostalgic, in love, or just quietly existing — this is the song I run to. “EVERYTHING” by The Black Skirts has a way of making me feel seen no matter what I’m going through. The melody is soft and haunting, and the lyrics feel like a whisper from someone who just understands.

It’s not just a love song — it feels like a safe space. It reminds me of people I’ve loved, moments I’ve cherished, and even the versions of myself I’ve outgrown. There’s comfort in the way it embraces both joy and sorrow so gently. This song doesn’t just move me; it stays with me.

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"Here's to Never Growing Up" by Avril Lavigne

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The song "Here's to Never Growing Up" by Avril Lavigne makes me feel nostalgic, especially the first beat of the song. During my childhood, we would always play this song, especially when my siblings and cousins were all together. Just recently, I came across it again while scrolling through my TikTok FYP, and the very first beat instantly brought back so many memories. It took me back to the good old days when I was just a kid, enjoying life without any feelings of emptiness or lack.

As a child, I used to long for adulthood. I thought being an adult meant being free, free to be alone, free to do whatever I wanted, free to buy the things I dreamed of. But now that I’m older, I’ve come to realize that adulthood is nothing like I imagined. Circumstances change, and we change with them. This isn’t the kind of freedom or happiness I once dreamed of.

Hearing this song again now, as an adult, gave me something I didn’t expect, hope. Hope to live in the moment. Hope to stay young at heart. Hope to resist the pressure of adulthood and all its expectations. It reminded me that it’s okay to hold on to your inner child, to keep dreaming, and to grow into a better version of yourself every single day.

Because maybe growing up isn’t about leaving everything behind, maybe it’s about carrying the best parts of our childhood with us as we move forward.

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In a snap, this piece of art conveyed an emotional connection upon encountering it; probably the reason why it has moved me. Before knowing the story behind this art, I thought of it as sharing a sense of hope, which I figured, is evidenced by the woman’s desire to stand up using her hands first and go back to her home. By surprise, the story holds a deeper meaning; a paralyzed woman (Christina) trying to keep going despite her situation. This moved me in a deeper sense now as it conveys not only hope but resilience as well, knowing that no matter how slow the progress may be, as long as she is moving, she will never give up. It reminded me of my struggles and how resilience often showed me to keep going, despite it being a silent driving force that other people won’t notice. Yet, hope is always a companion of resilience, reminding us of the chance to move forward despite difficulties and other people not knowing.

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The song "Blue Sky" by Hale made me feel hopeful and uplifted, especially since I discovered it during the pandemic when everything felt uncertain. The repeated lines about waiting for a blue sky and seeing the sun shine again suggest a longing for better days, which aligns perfectly with the struggles I faced not only during the pandemic but even up to this day. The lyrics reminded me that even in difficult moments, there is always a blue sky waiting for us tomorrow. It became a source of comfort and hope for me, reminding me that struggles don't last forever.

Lyrics: https://genius.com/Hale-blue-sky-lyrics

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This story made me emotional because it showed the journey of a mother watching her little girl grow up differently than expected. As she started showing interest in “boy” activities, it was clear she was becoming a tomboy. At first, it was probably confusing, maybe even hard to accept, but over time, her parents grew to embrace who she was. What really hit me was when they talked about missing her not because they didn’t love her anymore, but because they realized their little girl had grown up. It’s that emotional moment when you look back and realize how fast time went by, and how much you miss the little version of someone you still love deeply.