Years ago, I watched a movie that left me with a question—one I still haven’t quite answered. Which is better: an unfinished ending or a tragic one? I don’t remember the title of the movie. I tried searching for it, but nothing looked familiar but I think it was about a girl who dances ballet. It was popular on Netflix at the time, which is why I watched it, though I remember not particularly liking it but I liked parts of it especially the ending.
My memory is unreliable, so forgive me if I get the details wrong. What I remember at the end of the movie is this: two characters, standing at the edge of a building. They were torn between killing themselves or leaving to start a new life. The latter one was just what went in my mind haha. I was at the edge of my seat waiting for what’s gonna happen next. I’m also torn on which would be the best choice for them and for the movie as a whole. Then, just as it seemed they would step forward, the screen cut to black.
I felt relief as the ending credits rolled. A real, physical kind of relief, as if by cutting to black, the film had spared not just its characters but also me. Although it seems like they’re going to jump when the movie ended, it still leaves a possibility that they changed their minds and chose to live. The relief I felt back then after how the movie ended was my answer. I’d rather choose the unfinished ending than continue even if I knew that the ending will more likely be a tragedy. I’d rather not know than witness something tragic. For a movie I think it’s a good choice cause it leaves a room for interpretation and hope. You get to decide how the movie ends for you.
But is that the right choice? If you know—if you are 80% sure—that a story will end in tragedy, do you still want to watch it unfold? Or do you leave before it happens? Even now, I still wonder: am I being practical, or is it just avoidance? Is it better to know, even if it hurts? Or is it better to let the story remain unfinished, existing in the space where anything is still possible?
And if we apply it to life—would you pursue something you know won’t end well, or would you walk away and live with the weight of what-ifs?
Do you think that it’s possible to spend luck? While I was playing Love in Deepspace, I came across the fascinating concept of luck conservation, thanks to Xavier.
I looked into it more, and the idea is that luck can be used up or spent. Once you use it up, misfortunes starts happening. It’s like if you experienced a lot of good things in a row, you should be careful after that because the universe might send something to you to restore the balance. There’s even a name for that fear: Cherophobia. It’s the fear of being too happy because you believe something bad will follow. It’s like having trust issues whenever you feel extreme happiness. I used to feel and notice that when I go out with my friends. When I get back home, I’ll have this feeling of unease. I would prepare myself that something bad would happen and eventually something does goes wrong. But was it really bad luck, or was I just so convinced that happiness had consequences that I started looking for proof?
The thing is, luck conservation isn’t real, at least, not in the way we think. It’s a mindset, a superstition we convince ourselves of to maintain a sense of control. In believing in it and in trying to prepare for the worst, all we really do in the end is rob ourselves of the actual moment. We don’t allow ourselves to feel too happy because somewhere in the back of our minds, we’re already bracing for the bad things that might happen. We dull our own joy, as if keeping our happiness at a level will somehow prevent the universe from sending misfortunes our way. But the truth is, life doesn’t work that way. The good things don’t require bad things to follow. Sometimes, happiness is just happiness, and by constantly anticipating the worst, we end up missing the best parts of it. And what a waste that is.
Not Everything is Meant to Be Posted (Including This?)
Do you know that satisfying feeling when you discover a really good song that no one else knows? It’s like finding a hidden treasure that you just want to keep to yourself so you decided to not share the song with other people. That’s what they call gatekeeping. I think most people do that to protect the magic. Recently, I realized that it doesn’t just apply with songs. You can gatekeep yourself too. Turns out, I’ve already been doing it… though mostly out of laziness to post anything. But just this week, I decided that it’s time to fully commit to it. So, as step one of my self-gatekeeping journey, I made my Instagram private. HAHA.
We live in an era where oversharing is the norm. Every thought, every meal, every interesting life update was captured, documented and uploaded on social media for the world to see. It’s fun and a good way to record your memories and thoughts. But like anything in life, too much of it is never a good thing.
Every time I post, I catch myself overthinking something like if thecaption sound weird or if people will find it funny or cringe. Before I know it, something as simple as sharing a photo turns into a mental dilemma about how I’ll be perceived. Aside from the risk of sharing a personal information that might land in the wrong hands, social media also has this weird way of making you feel like you’re curating a character instead of just being. The more I put out this polished version of myself, the more I feel like an imposter in my own life.
So, I’ve decided to gatekeep myself a little. Keep my life mine. You don’t have to share everything. If you also want to do the same, a simple way to start is to post on delay. Sometimes, you might even forget to post it and realize you didn’t need to share it in the first place. Be a little mysterious; you don’t have to share your every move. It makes life feel less performative, and honestly, there’s something nice about keeping parts of your life exclusive.
Of course I’ll still post, but I don’t feel the pressure to reveal everything or think about other people’s opinion. Some things can stay personal. Maybe I’ll just share the random weird, stupid, or chaotic things instead.
Am I Overthinking or Did I Just Unlocked the Secrets of the Universe?
It’s scary how my brain sometimes loves to throw me into a full existential spiral especially before I go to sleep. I don’t know if this will make sense to anyone, but it made sense to me at the time, so here we go.
The other night, I found myself thinking about this theory I learned months ago. It’s a concept that says that if you want something badly, it might be because your future self already has it. Or if you feel drawn to a certain place, maybe it’s because you’ve been there or that it will have a big impact to you in the future.
A Japanese phrase captures something similar—Koi no Yokan. It describes the feeling you get when you meet someone and just know they’re going to be important in your life. Not in a love at first sight kind of way, but more like a this is going somewhere kind of way. Instead of an instant spark, it’s the quiet certainty that love will grow over time, which I think is really beautiful.
That made me wonder, what if our fate is already predetermined? Do we have no control over it? Or maybe we are just choosing from different versions of reality? It’s comforting to think that in some version of life, we already have everything we’ve ever wanted. Right? That the things we desire aren’t random.
If that’s true then that may also mean that time is not linear, that things has already happened, or maybe every moment is happening at the same time and we’re just experiencing it in a way that makes sense to us.
Despite that, I’d like to think that it’s still up to us to carve our own path. It’s still up to us to align our present timeline to that timeline where we have everything we’ve ever dreamed of. Our desires are just glimpses or messages from our future self guiding us to what’s possible.
Speaking of possibilities, let’s talk about Schrodinger’s cat. It’s an experiment where a cat is put in a box with a 50/50 chance of being dead or alive. The cat exists in two realities at once, dead and alive until you open the box. Only then does one possibility become real. That’s kind of how life works, right? There are countless possibilities and realities existing at the same time, but it can only become real the moment we make a choice or decide to align ourselves to it.
I really believe that if you act like you’re already the person you want to become, you start aligning with that version of yourself and that leads me to another concept I love: the Pygmalion Effect also known as the self-fulfilling prophecy. It’s basically the idea that whatever we believe becomes true because we subconsciously make it true with our actions or the energy we give out. For example, if you think that someone dislikes you, you might unconsciously act in a way around them that makes themeventually dislike you. Not because they ever did in the first place, but because you made it happen. It’s lowkey terrifying how much our thoughts can shape our reality.
If our thoughts hold that much power, we might as well just think about something good right? That reminded me of Carl Jung’s synchronicity. It is the idea that reality responds to our energy or inner world. Maybe there’s no such thing as coincidence. Maybe reality responds to us by reflecting back whatever energy we put into it even how small it is.
It’s kind of like thebutterfly effect. The idea that even the tiniest action can set off a chain reaction that changes everything. Have you heard about a butterfly flapping its wings and somehow causing a hurricane? It sounds dramatic, but honestly, it makes sense. Life works the same way. Choices, even things that feel insignificant in the moment can add to something that may completely reshape our lives. That made me wonder how many small decisions changed the course of my life without me even realizing it. Even the tiniest decisions like taking risk, following a gut feeling or choosing kindness can create ripple effects far beyond what we can see in the moment.
The butterfly effect naturally lead my mind to another fascinating concept that has a ripple effect. It is called paying forward. I first learned about it from the book I recently read entitled A Culture of Happiness. It talks about generosity and how it creates happiness not just for others but for you too. Something as simple as paying for a stranger’s meal could start a chain reaction of kindness that eventually comes full circle. Unfortunately, negativity works the same way. Just as kindness multiplies, so does harm. The energy we put out into the world always finds its way back to us.
And that, of course, brings me to karma. What you put out into the world eventually comes back to you, even if it’s not immediate. A genuine act of kindness creates positive energy, while actions rooted in negativity bring consequences. And honestly, that’s why I don’t believe in revenge. People who act out of malice usually end up self-destructing on their own. Instead of wasting energy trying to “get even,” learn to transform the negativity into something positive or something meaningful. Use it as fuel to create, to grow and to build something good.
Maybe that’s the whole point of all of this—the universe isn’t just happening to us; it’s responding to us. Your thoughts shape your actions and your actions shape your reality. Every little thing you do matters and it all feeds back into the grand design of life and even the universe. And that is kind of insane! And here I am at 2 am on my bed, overthinking my entire existence instead of just going to sleep.
I was clearing my OneDrive when I found this review I made after reading A Little Life. I know I already wrote a review on my 2024 reading list blog, but I still want to put this out here along with the playlist I created on Spotify that I entitled Willem Ragnarson, a character from the book. Book review starts here:
This book wrecked me. I was full-on ugly crying at 2 AM, clutching the book like they could somehow soften the pain. A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara is one of those books that kind of changes you. It’s devastating, beautiful, and almost too much to bear.
I almost put it down at the Caleb part—it was too much for me. The way Jude’s friends treat him with such care yet his lover treats him so cruelly, was infuriating.
The book made me cry in ways I didn’t expect, and that’s when I realized just how deeply sensitive I am to stories about family. This book doesn’t just make you feel; it carves its way into your heart and stays there.
At first, I thought it was just about life in your thirties, but no—it follows an entire lifetime. Maybe that’s why it’s called A Little Life. For a while, I kept wondering: When will it get better? When will Jude finally open up? He starts with Willem, little by little but still not entirely. Their relationship is layered, sometimes even romantic, but the book itself is about so much more than love.
It’s about friendship, family, trauma, healing, the weight of memories, and the scars—both visible and invisible—that shape us. It delves into the impact of abuse, the struggles of mental health, and the complexity of human connection. It made me think about the characters long after I turned the last page.
I’ve always been the type to wonder what happens to characters after their stories end. Is a happy ending really the end? I imagine them growing old, facing new struggles, even dying, and it makes me sad because I want them to live forever. Maybe that’s why I’ve always been drawn to supernatural stories—immortality feels like a way to escape the inevitable. But this book made me sit with the reality of endings.
I knew A Little Life would be tragic, but not in the way I expected. And yet, despite the heartbreak, it left me feeling like I had gained something—wisdom, perspective, a deeper understanding of suffering and resilience. It doesn’t have a happy ending, but it’s a satisfying one. The kind that leaves you in tears, yet grateful to have experienced it. It’s beautifully tragic, and I would recommend it to anyone ready to feel everything.
Do you know that feeling when you’re on a journey and it’s awful but you stick with it even though it kind of sucks because there are just enough good moments to keep you hanging on?
Like, you know deep down it’s probably a terrible idea, but you’re like, meh, let’s see where this goes. Hoping maybe you’re wrong. It’s kinda like doomscrolling when you’re convinced something interesting will pop up any second.
Then, out of nowhere, you get to the “destination” and it’s even worse than the journey. But instead of admitting defeat, you gaslight yourself into thinking it’s fine. Maybe even great. (it’s not.)
Until one day, out of nowhere, you snap. You just can’t do it anymore. So you leave. And surprisingly, you don’t regret it—you just feel relieved. Because now, it can’t hold you back anymore. You’re finally free to choose a different path, free from all the “what ifs.”
And that’s the thing—If something isn’t meant for you, it’ll keep throwing red flags at your face until you finally get the hint.
(Years ago, I joked that I might actually be a mosquito. And well… dragonflies do eat mosquitoes. So, uh…I’ve been living in constant danger and didn’t even know it.)
I keep forgetting to write a post about this. It’s late, but here it is. This is me trying to recall that experience with my questionable memory. This was a year ago.
I still can’t believe I did it — I went to a Coldplay concert alone. Its the first real concert I attended as well if we’re not counting the Parokya ni Edgar concert I watched in school. I had no idea what to expect and where I got the guts to attend it by myself. But here we are. All I know is that I really want to go.
I think I first discovered them in high school. Then in college, I would download all the soulful music I could find and listen to Coldplay along with The Fray and The Kooks during my commutes. My favorite songs from Coldplay back then were Fix you, Viva la vida and SHIVER! During an event I attended at school, I remember a band playing “Everglow,” and that’s when I started liking that song too.
The tickets sold out fast on the first day so I though I wouldn’t be able to attend the concert. I also missed my chance to book for the second day because I wasn’t aware of it. But then, in a twist of fate (or pure luck), I found a listing on Carousell, and the seller happened to be nearby. The universe wanted me at that concert, I thought. After securing the ticket, my next challenge was figuring out how to get there.
On concert day, I felt relieved that everything was well-organized. I didn’t get lost or have an internal meltdown. Standing in line was… awkward especially when you’re alone and there are groups of people around. I brought food, but eating while waiting for the line to move felt weird. I feel like a peasant who was just handed a meal. But of course, I still ate after sitting down. Hunger always wins.
The concert opened with Jika Marie. I love her hair. She’s so cute, and her song “Balang Araw” stayed with me. And then Coldplay started, and suddenly I was being spiritually cleansed by sound waves.
I had this internal battle about recording during the concert. Initially, I didn’t want to. I wanted to live in the moment, not through my phone screen during this what might’ve been a very important time of my life. But while waiting in line, I overheard someone saying how they regretted not recording their previous concert. So I recorded but tried not to look at my phone, not caring if my jumping or movements would mess up the video.
For “Sky Full of Stars,” I only recorded when the song was about to end. I wanted to actually feel it. And it was everything! I don’t want to write down cliche phrases describing the Coldplay concert experience like it being like a sensory overload or comparing it to having an orgasm, but I can’t find another way to describe it. It’s really what it is.
I was already walking to the parking lot when they played “Fix You.” The song was drifting through the night air, and suddenly I was crying while walking alone. I was singing along having my main character moment: “Tears stream down your face and Iiiiiiiii… lights will guide you home and ignite your bones. I will try to fix you.” Thankfully, there was nobody near enough to hear my tragic, off-key singing.
How am I supposed to recover from all that? 😭 It was so magical. The experience was more than worth its price.
Despite the emotional ambush, going alone and surviving the night was incredibly satisfying. On that same day, I read a quote about solo travel and not waiting for other people to see the world. It wasn’t about concerts, but it pushed me even more to just go for things, even if I have to do them alone. I hope I get to attend another Coldplay concert—and this time, I’ll stay till the end. And hopefully, I’ll get a chance to hear them play Shiver and afford the VIP ticket 🥹🙏
When I created this playlist, I thought I was creating a playlist about what it feels like to fall in love. But then someone told me that she cried while listening to it, and I didn’t understand why. So I played it again and I saw it too. I unconsciously built a sad playlist.
A story started forming in my head as the songs went on.
It wasn’t about two people who found love and held onto it. Its about two people who found themselves back to each other at what they thought was the right time—when the spark was undeniable. They thought they were lucky to find each other. But slowly, they began to realize that no matter how much they tried to align, bend, and adjust, they were just not meant to fit.
They keep holding on tighter, refusing to believe it’s slipping away. Even when trust starts to crack. Even when doubts creep in. They tell themselves this is the last time—but it never is. Because the feeling is rare, intoxicating, something they never thought they’d find. And once they have it, they can’t bear to let it go. So they stay. They keep coming back, even when it hurts.
But then—something shifts. The hurt dulls, replaced by something colder. Resentment. Anger. And that’s when they finally let go—not with sadness, not with regret or heartbreak, but with a quiet kind of certainty.
Of course, if an apology had come back then, they might have crumbled. Might have fallen back into that same cycle. But now? Now, it’s too late for an apology.
That’s the story that played in my head as I listened to it. Maybe it’s just my mind connecting the songs into something bigger than it was meant to be. Either way, I’d love to hear your thoughts—does this remind you of any real-life stories or maybe a movie you watched? And if you listened to the playlist, did it tell you a different story?
I have been getting back to reading for a while now. I’ve gone through a mix of books that made me feel a lot of things. So, if you’re looking for something new to read (or avoid), here’s my rundown of the books I finished in 2024. Spoiler warning ahead—read at your own risk!
1. Montello High
I’ve read this on Wattpad when I was still in high school. I was so obsessed with it back then. I thought reading this first would spark my love for reading. Rereading it didn’t have the same effect on me compared to when I first read it 11 years ago. Maybe because I’m not a student anymore and I can’t relate to it. I also thought this was where I learned to use curse words and suppress my feelings (it was hard to unlearn. It took me years to realize how bad its effect on my life was). When I finished the book, there was one thing left, unanswered. I was still thinking about who Makki was referring to as the person he liked. Can someone tell me who it is?
2. Snow white is a gangster
This is the second book of Montello High. It has a different main character, which I liked more than Summer because I was getting annoyed with Summer’s immaturity and recklessness. The whole time I was reading it, I kept thinking that Tres didn’t deserve the main character. There’s a third book too, but I don’t feel like reading it yet, but maybe I will someday.
3. A Little Life
I don’t like watching trailers before watching a movie cause I like to be surprised, sometimes trailers give away most parts of the movie that makes it predictable to me and its the same with books that’s why I didn’t research much about A Little Life.
In the first few chapters, I thought it was a book about friendship and adult life. When someone asks me what I was reading, I will say that it’s about navigating adulthood in New York, because that’s what it seems like at first. I’m not sure who the main character was as well but as the story progresses, it seems like it’s Jude.
Jude’s past was a mystery and there are some things that he does that intrigued me. There were times that I wanted to stop reading the book, but I still kept going just to know what Jude’s past was. When I got to that part in the book, it was so dark that I didn’t feel like continuing my reading anymore. I know it was just a work of fiction, but I feel sad for Jude’s childhood. It made me think how lucky we are to grow up with a family and have people around us who we can trust, who care for us, and who won’t take advantage of or exploit our vulnerability as a child. Despite all that, Jude was lucky to find good people.
Another part that made me almost drop the book was when Jude was being “abused” by his boyfriend. I’m like, “HOW DARE YOU TREAT JUDE THAT WAY!!” like I was also Jude’s friend. To me, Jude was fragile. I also hated how Jude let him do it to him and just kept everything to himself. He just accepted it as if he deserved it. Jude’s friends and adoptive parents treated him with so much care, while this guy was just treating him badly. It annoyed me to my core, and at the same time, I also understand Jude, like I’ve also been in the same situation but different circumstances before. If only I could go into the book and protect Jude from this guy, I will!
Eventually, things got better after that, or so I thought. There were sweet parts that got me swooning, and there were parts that got me so furious I wanted to transport into the book and erase Jude’s past and change it to a good one.
As I got close to the end of the book, I started to realize it wasn’t really about adulthood. It’s about life and its unfairness. It’s about trauma and learning to trust people again. I was surprised that the book didn’t end the moment things got better, but that’s life. Most stories stop when the characters reach the “happy ending,” but in reality, life continues after that, and the real ending may not be happy. A Little Life was like that. It hurts to see the characters you love die all of a sudden when you hope they’ll live forever and have a happy life, but life is not like that. Life is indeed little.
As I reached the last pages of the book I thought I won’t cry cause I already predicted what’s going to happen to Jude even from the beginning, but what I didn’t predict was my attachment to Henry that I didn’t notice because it was slowly built up. I love Henry. If only Jude met someone like Henry when he was younger.. When I closed the book, I wailed for minutes while holding the book to my chest after reading the last page. I hated it but I loved it so much. I would definitely recommend it and would definitely not recommend it to others. The book occupied my thoughts for days. Who says a book can’t make you fall into depression? I’m still glad I read it.
4. 7 Husbands Of Evelyn Hugo
It’s easy to read. I love reading the letters and publications. The twist wasn’t what I expected, though it doesn’t feel like a twist; it’s more like a surprise. I like the part where she says that the world doesn’t give you things. You take things.
5. Beastly
I found this on Booksale. It’s different from the movie. It’s like a modern beauty and the beast, though the female isn’t a beauty according to the guy. It made me have this deep thought that I do feel like a beast myselfsometimes. Anyway, it doesn’t feel romantic. Maybe because it’s written from the male perspective?
6. Low Red Moon
It’s a quick read. I thought I was gonna love it but I didn’t. The characters are not that lovable or maybe I just find it hard to connect with them? It has a potential. There are so many unanswered questions like the main character’s identity and her grandmother. The main character’s relationship with Ben feels rushed, while the story itself is slow. The truth was only revealed at the end, and it didn’t really work whatever the writer is trying to do. The plot twist is not shocking. There was no climax, and what’s with the parents’ deaths? Most teenage books I’ve read start where both the main character’s parents died. I’m getting tired of it.
7. Bridge to Terabithia
I’ve watched this when I was younger, and I’ve appreciated it even more after reading the book. The characters are relatable. It made me reflect on myself when I was young. It reminds the reader to see the beauty of life and that everyone carries their own struggles, and even a small act of kindness can have an impact. I also love the way it allows you to see the world through Jess’s eyes as he navigates grief. It makes you feel compassion and empathy for those who experience loss.
8. Chanel A woman of her own
What made me like reading biographies is that it kinda makes you see life as a whole.I found this book while searching for inspiration from a successful, self-made woman. I admire how Coco refused to settle for being a rich man’s mistress and instead pursued her ambition. The book also highlights the challenges women continue to face today. It was frustrating to read about how the Wertheimers profited the most from her idea—proof that history repeats itself: women create, men capitalize.
My biggest takeaway from her story is that life is short, and no amount of money or status can bring true fulfillment. What truly matters is how you feel inside and the love you share with those who matter most.
9. Diary of a Jackwagon
I was looking for a light, comedic read after reading A little life when I found this, but I couldn’t really relate to this one. Some parts feel outdated, especially since it focuses a lot on marriage, parenting, and religion. It has its funny moments, but it doesn’t quite feel like a journal or diary. Plus, since it’s set in America, some references—like the restaurants mentioned—don’t resonate with me. But still, it was interesting to learn about them!
10. Enslaved by ducks
This book made me both want to have animals and not want them at the same time. It really makes you appreciate them and recognize that each has its own personality. I also liked how it explored mental health in a light yet meaningful way. It was such a fun read!
11. The rare and the beautiful
This made me realize that biographies can be shocking to read. Unlike fiction, where characters usually go through things with a clear purpose, real life just… happens. Some parts even feel like a fairytale love story—until the couple starts having affairs and having kids with other people. It gives such a raw, realistic perspective on life and relationships. Then they start having children and not really being good parents. It’s so different from the neatly structured plots we see in movies. Everything feels unpredictable, even the deaths, which just happen without the dramatic buildup you expect in fiction. But that’s also what makes it so interesting to read. It lists real places that exist or once existed, mentions historical events, and even references familiar names.
Trying new things—especially food—can be scary. But I wouldn’t have discovered this amazing food if I never took the risk. So yeah, this is your sign to just go for it. Worst case? You don’t like it. Best case? You find your new favorite thing 😌🍽️
1. Yu pin king clam noodles
I found this while grocery shopping, and it’s shining like a beacon, so I bought one for each flavor, and the Clam flavor is the one that I liked the most.
2. Ubeco’s Teriyaki fried rice
I’m still thinking about it…
3. Crab/seafood burger in Mosa
A very unique tasting burger lavettt!
4. Roasted pork in Lin Wo hK
It took me straight back to the one I had at Yingying.
5. Wai ying’s Deep Fried Wanton
10/10 The taste of shrimp is so unique
6. Chicken pot pie by diang eng chay
The crust was crumbly but its still so good!
6. Mary Grace’s mango Bene
I didn’t expect it to be good but its GOOD!!! 😭 I don’t really like eating cakes and sweets but this one changed it for me.