On old journals
♠ “When I’m by myself, my mind replayed the events of my past over and over again. The fights, the memories, the times of relative peace, my friends, smiles shared by all I knew, glance of the ones I love” 2002, grade 6 graduation
♠ “I’m slowly discovering my faults as a story writer. I tend to write sappy, shallow things. I have to improve. I won’t stick to the usual anime-themed stories if I want to improve. My characters are flat and the story is predictable and ordinary. I can’t have that. I WANT something different. I NEED to improve-need to widen my knowledge on vocabulary. I feel like I am going against what my favourite authors/ role models have ‘taught’ me so far. James Joyce! Faulkner wouldn’t even be happy. There isn’t any substance of the sort” August 2005, 3rd Year HS
♠ “I AM TRYING MY BEST TO LIVE UP TO THE EXPECTATIONS OF SHALLOW MINDED, PROSAIC INDIVIDUALS! I HATE IT!” December 2005, 3rd Year HS
♠ “They are creating man who is not the one with the idealism and lacks consciousness of the events… they make him a simple thinker and a passive follower. An un-feeling man to his country” 2nd Year HS
♠ “We gave the smores to him and he was quite surprised-glee was evident in his face. Rather glad he was happy and he said ‘ang ganda!’ with such enthusiasm-commented on my drawing on the package. He was saying several thank yous to us and looked dorky. I felt like he doesn’t know how to show appropriate gratitude so he suddenly offered a handshake and that took a while :D” December, 4th Year
♠ “The goodbye seemed too heavy, too permanent, too melancholic (seemed like avoided looking AT me and there was a heavy aura). Yeah, it was great to know you too” April 17, 2006, weeks after graduation