Happy by Pharell Williams…

© 2013 Universal Studios

…would probably be the best pick I were to choose a theme song for this week.

With a one-two punch of SIP Approval (2x if you include my revision), as well as the approval of the three who I helped and a streak of high test scores (especially the three MATHS. COWABUNGA); it’s practically the definition of a euphoric week.

The last time I had a week like this was back at sophomore year.

Strangely, everything felt right. Everywhere I went, it was though I had entourage of bunnies and unicorns along with me, and every step I took painted a field of cotton candy complete with a double rainbow. Even the attempts of raining over my parade were immediately washed out by my suddenly exuberant aura.

It sort of felt like I was reconnecting with a part of me that I kept hidden for the past year. It’s nice to meet that optimistic, plucky yet nonchalantly diligent kid inside me again.

And that ladies and gents, is how you make up for a less-than-stellar school year.


Finals Week: Day 1 (The Approval)

I woke up without any clue of what will happen to me today, or this week even. I rushed my Research Plan last night so it’s still not printed, and I haven’t even done any of my assignments. I don’t even know if my Research Plan will be approved.

I basically dove unarmed into the day, headfirst.

And when I received my printout from a tricycle driver I hired, Rochelle and I smelled fear, anxiety, and a bit of hope reeking out of our Research Plans. We headed to the Biology Lab to hopefully receive our first approval.

Thankfully, we were bestowed with the sweet first signature.

As we both continued on with our approval, the next two signatures came to us like nails to a magnet. Minimal questions were asked, and luckily I was able to dodge rejection.

Two more signatures and I’m gonna be done. HOLLA WOOP WOOP 

Hopefully the next few days of this week will be as good. 🙂






The Mandatory Valentine’s Day Post

Love is polarizing. It touches both ends of the spectrum of a person’s mind. Love makes people feel joyful and often feels them with glee. It is sweet ambrosia for the heart. However, whatever is sweet also has a sinful side. Love drives people on the edge, puts them on a roller coaster ride, or worse, plunge them with a sharp knife. In some cases, it brings death. Love injects people with a wondrous dose of adrenaline which makes them do even the craziest of all acts. Of all the things God has created in the world, love is undeniably one of the most powerful.


In all 15 years I have spent in existence, Valentine’s is the only holiday that I do not look forward too. I am not a nonchalant, heartless being, neither am I a sappy romantic; but nothing about the much-awaited VDay excites me. Is it because I am not that romantic enough to have a girlfriend? Or is it because I have high standards due to all the foreign romance films I often watch?

Beats me.

People of my age often gush about their puppy love online. Some so-called “singles” post things like, “Happy Independence Day”, the bitter stuff and such. Ah, teenage love. Criminally comical, these posts become the source of my entertainment on my otherwise neutral February 14th.

Even though I believe that relationships should be put on hold until the right age, I commend my peers who take a chance on love. They take a leap on a journey that leads to a road full of bumps, filled with flowers, chocolates, and stuffed bears. Though walking down that road isn’t always necessarily a breeze, the view you will encounter can even melt the hardest of hearts. 

So, to all people, whatever relationship status you are in, Happy Valentine’s Day!



A Few Things I Need to Remind Myself

Dear Diego of the Present,

Where have you gone? What happened to you? You’re more miserable than the cast of Les Miserables ever was combined. Have you forgotten about me? You need some Memo Plus, stat. Please remember these things:


  • Be patient.


I know your favorite saying goes, “good things come to those who wait.” You have proven it true some time in your life.

What made you forget it?

Always remember two of your most favorite lyrics; “even the best fall down sometimes” and “your time will come if you wait for it”. You have hit your stride last year. Maybe God made you take a rest this year, that’s why you can’t surpass or even come close to what you have achieved last year.

There’s always next year. And that next year is your final year in High School. Make the best of it.



  • Stop being so hard on yourself.


You are not a failure. You are a human. You make mistakes.

Where did the devil may care, wide-eyed, light-hearted  plucky little small town kid go?

Bro, you seriously need to bring him back. He is gonna be your divine intervention. The light that will bring you back to the path you swerved away from.


  • Don’t play sad music when you’re already sad.


Whenever you feel lonely, “Edge of Desire”, “Slow Dancing in a Burning Room” , “Stay” and “Say Something” are always on loop.

Are you mad?

Playing these songs in a somber state only adds fuel to the flame. Try listening to your feel good songs. That makes more sense, now does it?


  • Quit overthinking.


I know your brain is a bit different from others. I know you think in a bizarre manner. You are radical.

What happened to chilling?

Just empty your mind of all the emotional baggage your carrying. Let it go, as Elsa always reminds you. Maybe that way, you’ll be able to sleep earlier and in peace.


  • Have a little faith in yourself.


You know you are talented. You know you can write. You know that you have it in you.

Why the hell are you doubting youself?

Just because you sometimes make mistakes or you fail to reach some of your goals, it doesn’t mean that you’re not good. You just have to believe. The pieces of your perfect puzzle will come together in the right time. When that time comes, you will have made all your dreams come true.


  • Forget that you are irrelevant.


Last summer, you reached the 2013 NSPC through your hard work. Everyone saw your prowess and skill. Now that you didn’t manage to do that again and your colleagues did, let me ask you?

Does that prove that you’re no more a relevant writer?

HELL NO. Your appearance in the NSPC alones proves your skill. WhyTF are you writing this if you are not talented enough? Remember that it always depends on the judges taste. Believe in yourself, darn it! There’s still your last year. Use that to prove yourself and the doubters wrong.


With these in your mind, you’ll sure to be back in the right track in no time at all.




Always inside you,

Your Former Self

Recovery is very tricky. Just one touch of a wound or one move on a fracture and it gets worse.


What I’m trying to say is that I think I’m not making good progress at moving on.

I’m such a sourpuss.


Ghost of Good Memories’ Past

(I’m kinda noticing that I post too much about me not entering the 2014 RSPC. I think that it maybe becoming redundant. But then again, I can’t remove it from my mind. And this is my blog, so I get to write what I want. #sorrynotsorry. Kidding. HAHA)

Letting go can be hard. You invest so much time and emotions in them that it will seem like you’re wasting gold and diamonds once you learn to move on. That’s what makes the process scary.

Picture yourself as the lead in an old-time, black and white musical film. Take Singin’ in the Rain for example. Now take your place in that iconic rain singing scene. But this time, make it somber.

Just so you know one of the current roles I’m juggling.

The first song in the playlist is Cassadee Pope’s cover of Gavin de Graw’s Not Over You. Every word hits me straight in the heart. Especially the chorus.

“If you ask me how I’m doing

I would say I’m doing just fine

I would lie and say

That you’re not on my mind”

Admittedly, the pain of my loss in DSPC still stings hard. Not that I’m a bitter loser. Contests have always been my escape from the four restricting corners of the classroom; so what gets me is that I won’t get to escape to Angel’s Hills in Tagaytay (which I fell in love with last year). I won’t get to see my NSPC friends from Palawan and Marinduque.

The loss dealt a big blow on my confidence. Doubt overshadows everything I do then after. It still haunts me every night, keeping me awake.

However, there’s a follow-up to “Not Over You”. And it’s Pink’s “Try”.

I heard that song again as I watched Pink’s performance during the 56th Grammys. It blew the roof off the place. Her acrobatics, her voice and her contemporary dance justified Pink as an all-around powerhouse performer.

But what moved me in her performance was the words itself.

“Where there is desire, there is gonna be a flame

  Where there is a flame, someone’s bound to get burned

  But just because it burns, doesn’t mean you’re gonna die

  You gotta get up and try, try, try”

It all made sense now. I do desire and am passionate about writing. I was burned. But I should not let it drown me out. I should get up and try.

The Lord probably has better plans for me. Maybe he has something better in store. As the first line to Imagine Dragons’ Amsterdam reminds me, “your time will come, if you wait for it.”

The act ended with the rain slowly dissipating. It hasn’t completely gone yet, but like me, it’s still taking baby steps.

Time heals all wounds. But what was never written was the scars that these wounds leave. They may seem not that attractive at first, but looking at them will always remind you that you have survived the test.

7-Day Challenge – Day 1 : 7 Songs Currently Stuck in my Head (And Why)

DISCLAIMER: You may probs notice that some of these are not so mainstream or from the archives. I recommend you to try and listen to them. 


7) Hear Me, Imagine Dragons

Favorite Line: Can nobody hear me? I got a lot that’s on my mind

These lyrics exactly define the thing that bugs me the most. If there was an anthem to my complicated-ness, this would be probably it. It’s also free on Tap Tap Revenge (which is going to be sunset soon. bummer), that’s why I became addicted to its mad beats. And trust me, a little bit of synth-rock never killed anybody. 


6) Bloom, The Paper Kites

Favorite Line: Oh, you fill my head with pieces; Of a song I can’t get out.

The line above sums up my love for this song, which became my one-way ticket to loving indie folk music. Everyone has a song that envelopes them in warm blankets and makes them feel like their sipping hot cocoa; and this one ticks all those boxes for me. Also, listen to the whistle part in the bridge. It’s freaking glorious.


5) It’s Time, Imagine Dragons

Favorite Line: I get a little bit bigger but then I’ll admit, I’m just the same as I was

Another Imagine Dragons track, eh? It’s been almost a year since I first heard this song, yet it never fails to make me feel good. Maybe it’s because of its catchy beat. Maybe it’s because I am biased towards Imagine Dragons. Or maybe because of the many good memories of RSPC it holds. And now that it’s almost a year since that past, and I won’t probably relive that again, it’s always bittersweet whenever I hear this song.


4) Slow Dancing in a Burning Room, John Mayer

Favorite Line: We’re going down, and you know that we’re doomed.

I always love me some John Mayer. He’s probably one of two artists whose voice I’d like to steal. Admittedly, I gush like a schoolgirl whenever I hear this song. Though it’s one of his darker ones, it has a special part in my heart. The somber yet powerful guitar riffs, paired with Mayer’s voice that makes me go a bit gay, and the general mood of the whole track always gets me. And this is actually what I listen to whenever I have a hard time sleeping. Like I always say about this song, you won’t care that you’re in a burning room, you’ll just care that you’re slow dancing with John-freaking-Mayer. 



3) Drunk, Ed Sheeran

Favorite Line: What didn’t kill me, it never made stronger at all.

The other artist that I was pertaining to in the Slow Dancing write-up was Ed Sheeran. Who doesn’t love a full-tatted, guitar-playing, gayness-inducing ginger? But all jokes aside, Sheeran’s voice and songwriting is very distinct and exquisite. There’s something poetic and deep about it that puts me in a vulnerable trance. And Drunk is the perfect portal to that feeling.


2) Stay, Rihanna ft. Mikky Ekko

Favorite Line: Ooh, ooh, ooh, the reason I hold on; ooh, ooh, ooh, is I need this hole gone.

Like It’s Time, Stay is one song that was stuck in my head during last year’s RSPC. However, unlike the Imagine Dragons track, this one puts pure sadness and emptiness part in my heart. Not having to go to Angel’s Hills is definitely heartbreaking. Add the piano, Rihanna and Ekko’s harmonies and the sad lyrics, and you have a perfect theme song for your sad trips down memory lane.


1) Edge of Desire, John Mayer

Favorite Line: Don’t say a word, just come over and lie here with me; cause I’m just about to set fire to everything I see. 

Like I said before, I LOVE me some John Mayer. His voice would be, as the teenage girls say it, the perfect boyfriend material. The lyrics of this song just defines the every beat my heart is currently feeling right now. Like Slow Dancing, it’s one of Mayer’s darker songs. However, the deep meaning to each and every word is undoubtedly magnetic, and at times, tear-inducing. There’s a quality to this song that just mystifies me, that I can’t help but listen to it all over again just to find out what that is. Plus, the guitar solo is eargasmic.


Comments are most certainly welcome.


7-Day Challenge

In hopes of regularly updating this blog and killing boredom in the process, I decided to impose a week-long challenge to myself.

In the next few days, I will post a write up everyday. Probs in list form. Day 1 will be 7 _____, Day 2 will be 6 _____ and so on. Does that even make sense?

Let me get that straight:

Day 1(Sunday): 7 Songs Currently Stuck in my Head (And Why)

Day (Monday): 6 Somethings

Day 3 (Tuesday): 5 Stuff

You get the pattern. First update will be posted later.


The End of the Third Lap

Finishing all your exams definitely lets your breathe a sigh of relief. This time around however, the end of the 3rd Grading has become euphoric for me.

I started the 3rd grading with…oh wait. I actually did not attend the first few classes this quarter due to us working on our school paper. That lasted for a week.

And right off the bat, I knew that I was going to be in trouble.

This grading from hell had an inconsistent formula that consisted of few weeks of classes, followed by an extra-curricular affair, a sickness-induced absence, an extra-curricular affair, a sickness-induced absence, and finally the periodic exams.

And all my absences resulted in struggles with catching up with the lessons and requirements.

To top it all off, I had allergic rhinitis, acute tonsilopharygnitis and had low blood pressure, so my doctor had me to take a week off.

And that week was before the Periodic Exams.

I went into test day like a soldier whose only training was watching Saving Private Ryan. Armed with my sharp wit and the sharp tip of my pen, I entered the battlefield for two days. And add the additional hour for the Araling Panlipunan exams.

Boy, was I envious of all my classmates who had exemptions, cause they had less demons to battle.

The battle was tough, but I still managed to survive. And now that the war has come to a ceasefire, I stand up with and wipe the sweat out of my brows. I will now leave the dust and rust of the third grading in past.

I’ll start the fourth grading with a fresh, blank slate.