To be happier

Here are some of the things I practice in order to be happier:

I assume others have good intentions and are trying their best. It’s better to travel through life unburdened by suspicion, better to be disappointed sometimes than to be encumbered always.

I banish blame. I prefer to be accountable.

I imagine the best-case scenario instead of the worst-case scenario. They are equally plausible and when the worst does happen it only hurts one time, instead of the recurring blows inherent in an overactive imagination.

I insist in interpreting the story of my life in a way that casts me as fortunate.

I ignore my inner voice any time it tells me I can’t do something. The world imposes enough limits on me. I don’t need to contribute against myself.

I remember that the difference between an adventure, (exciting) and an obstacle (frustrating) is how I choose to regard it.

I identify what I don’t like within me and dedicate all the resources available to me to address these.

I love and admire the people around me. We become what we surround ourselves with.

I have zero tolerance for cruelty.

If a series of conclusions can all be equally true, I choose the option that makes me suffer the least.

I believe in luck, in miracles and in magic. I believe in absurdly frequent serendipity. I believe that anything can happen.

I see that I am always learning something new.

By: DZ

Why I ended my long term relationship


Late last year, I ended my 9 year relationship. It was one of the toughest decisions I ever had to make.

He was my best friend, however, I felt that we grew to be two different people. I now wanted different things. I wanted to explore the word and see if I could handle being on my own. I wanted to prove to myself that I could do it.

I was living in his house that time and he owned most of our stuff. I never had bills to pay. We shared groceries. He paid for our dates. He had a house he was paying for, so we could stay there when we get married. You could see that he was perfect. He knew how to take care of me and our future.

I realized that what held our relationship was the expectation that we should stay together. He was my first boyfriend. Did I regret my decision? Many nights I’ve questioned it. I cried to Ed Sheeran’s “Happier” everytime I heard it.

I realized that I had to be true to myself. Not letting go would be living a lie. It doesn’t mean that I dressed a certain way all my life that I can’t completely change my style if it doesn’t feel right. This is what I felt with our relationship.

Nevertheless, I am very thankful for all the beautiful memories we shared. He was a big part of my life and he will always have a place in my heart.


I originally posted this on Tumblr sooo..

The good thing about Tumblr is that in every 20 people I know, 1 has Tumblr. It’s good and sad at the same time. I wish people would get close to the  poetic, content, romantic and happy side of themselves. I wish they would let themselves feel and just live in the moment. Most of us get caught up in whatever we think is important, and think that those things that are matters of consequence. Truth is, working hard and studying up until 3 in the morning does not really matter if we forget that important part of ourselves. That part of ourselves that want to be happy, like how we did when we were still a kid. I believe that most of us want to feel how it’s like to live but no longer know how to.

This essay is gonna be Legen– wait for it!


-dary! Legendary!

It’s 3 in the morning, I’m at a dark room, I just had my third cup of coffee, and my sister just threw her pillow at me and told me to shut up. I should probably tell you that I am watching How I Met Your Mother. If you are a fan of the show, you would know it’s a famous American sitcom. At first, I only watched it for the laughs. As it turned out, it was more than what I needed.

How I Met Your Mother lets you believe in magic. It asks the viewers to believe in signs, in coincidence, and in destiny. The show also made me believe that no matter how hard things can get, it will still be okay in the end. Whenever I am sad, as per Barney, I just had to stop being sad, and be awesome instead. I also know that the bad things had to happen so that I could appreciate the good things. It’s the kind of show that if you hear someone else talking about it, you know you’d instantly be best friends.

Here are some of the things the show has taught me:

For the most part, it taught me about loyalty. Marshall and Lily are the perfect example for this. They have been together for 10 years and never once did they get tempted with infidelity. Yes, they talk about being attracted to other people, but one thing is for sure. It never got in their way.

The show also taught me that everything happens for a reason. Ted has dated a million of girls and he always think that she is “the one”, and as we all know, he always end up breaking up with her. The writers of the show tell us how perfect a guy Ted is. It led me to ask why can’t he find true love? If Marshall and Lily can, why is it so hard for him to find one? There was a time that I wanted to just crawl inside the laptop and tell him “I’ll be the mother of Leah and Luke!” But, I know that there is a special woman perfectly made for him. That’s why, all those break ups and heart aches had to happen.

Lastly, the show let me believe in destiny. The show taught me that we had to wait for the real thing; no matter how tough it could it for it will all be worth it in the end. I think one of the reasons the mother had to die is so that Ted could be with Robin, the love of his life. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely hated how they did the ending of the series. But, does it make it a bad show? No, it doesn’t. It just had a really sucky ending. I still think that for more than 10 years, they were able to tell one of the greatest stories of all time.

Before I close this essay, I want to leave you with this quote: “People don’t get the chance to discover each other anymore” -Ted, Season 7, Episode 6. Whoever you are, who is reading this, I hope that you find that person who finds it the best thing in the whole world to discover you. What makes you cry, sad, what could make you laugh like a baby seal, and most especially, what makes you happy. Everyone deserves that.

By: Danica Louise Duero

The Purge: Anarchy, a movie review

It’s the first time I am doing this, so please if you do not like it, do not report it as ‘inappropriate’. Or report it to the people who loved the movie. They might come and find me. I want to have a future in movie reviewing!  I plan on doing this with all the movies I watched. So here goes. No judgy souls please.

Well, before anything else, I guess this is not entirely a movie review. It’s more of HOW I FELT DURING THE MOVIE account.

It was so much better than the first one. It seems like they wanted to make the first one a horror movie. The second one is a thriller. It’s rare that the sequel gets to be better than the first. It was clear that the writer of the first movie has a secret fantasy of people in masks wanting to kill you. Ugh Gawd. I could not even stand the first 20 minutes.

The overall concept is interesting. It is dark, edgy, and deliciously disturbing. I find myself thinking what if THE PURGE was real? I would probably buy a plane ticket out of the country a week before the annual purge. I am going to the Bahamas baybeee.

I can’t believe they went to there. And when I say there, I meant buying poor people so that the rich could  purge. Gawd! That’s just sooo damn DARK. And scary. I was like No, No, No No. They really went there. Like the poor people do not matter anymore, and the rich people can just buy them and kill them. DO THEY REALLY HAVE TO PURGE???? Like people can have some other form of release right? For example, they can engage into shooting (firing ranges), or sculpting, or if they want something more voilent-ish, they could maybe join the people who work at the market who help  slaughter the pigs, chicken, cow, etc. Now, that is legal.

I was deeply affected. Thus the review.

Thank You, Ted!

“Here’s the secret, kids: None of us can vow to be perfect.

In the end, all we can promise is to love each other with everything that we’ve got.

Because love’s the best thing we do.”

— How I Met Your Mother Season 9, Episode 22: “The End Of The Aisle”


After watching this episode, everything came clear to me. So, I say, Thank You, Ted! 🙂

Lesson learned: Never cry on a public transportation vehicle.

It’s 2am and I received a text from B that he’s okay and that he has already moved on.

I’m unsure. Did the fight not mean anything to him? Was I the only one feeling those heartbreaking lines from songs? Lesson learned: Never listen to sad sad sad songs on a Vhire with people you do not know. The sunglasses are clearly not hiding them well enough. And I can’t keep on stealthily wiping the tears off my face. And the tissue? A total give away that I was in fact crying.

March 25- our 6thyear and 4thmonth together and we fought like two people who just started dating. How does a 6year relationship potentially end in a few loooonnngg texts? Maybe we got lost in translation. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe he wanted something else. I do not know. I feel ignored. Am I being too dramatic for feeling this way? Or should I just let my heart feel the pain?

There is one thing I know. I do not want to ask: “So, what do we do now?”

I might be okay but I’m not.

At this rate, I feel that I could write Taylor Swift’s next heartbreak song.


How last song syndrome ruined my life.

♪unconditional.. unconditionally.. i will love you, unconditionally♪

It seems that every waking moment, when my brain is not busy attending customer needs, applying credits, and explaining bills, my mind automatically plays this song. IN CONSTANT REPLAY. SAME LYRICS. OVER AND OVER AGAIN.

Ruined may be too harsh of a word to describe this. But I still want use the word for the sake of making a point.

So here are some of the ways, Unconditionally by Katy Perry kind if ruined my life:
1. I sing it. Literally everywhere. On the restroom, the jeep, on my station, at the pantry while buying my lunch, at the pantry when I am eating my lunch, and at that 7-11 store I am too ashamed to go back to.

2. I sing it. I realize that I was singing it. I stop myself, cover my mouth with my hands, and look like a holdup victim for about 15 seconds.

3. The not singing part. People start asking me: “how does that song go again”? Just when I thought I have moved on already, I go back to the starting line.

4. I do not know how to sing. And my self esteem becomes lower whenever I cannot hit that note. Well maybe except when at times I use my falcetto voice. Ehem. Thank God for falcetto’s.

5. ♪unconditional.. unconditionally.. i will love you, unconditionally♪