Monday, December 30, 2013

How to end 2013? Ready, Get Set, Let Go

"We must be willing to let go of the life we've planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us"
- Joseph Campbell

Today's the last day of the year. I strikes me in a nostalgic way, time surely flies fast when you're having fun. Well I've had a lot of unforgettable moments and table-turning misfortunes but all together.. they were a fantastic combination that surely made my 2013 worth it. It also excites me in a way because hey, guess what? I'll be in college in a few months! 


I'm sure you've been throwing away the things you own that you don't use anymore in preparation for the coming year. It took me days to completely sort out what's staying and what's not. I've collected a couple of items that brought me back to those "good old days" and it reminded me that they all happened for a reason. A bracelet? Photobooth pictures? Old perfumes? Souvenirs? Old shirts? Old notebooks? Written poems and write-ups? Unfinished planner? They all took part in a special way and it feels good to know that you have something to rummage into soon enough in the future.

Thank the people who shared these memories with you, whether it was good or bad. Reconcile with those you've hurt and make sure it's sincere, not just for the sake of it. A (genuine) fresh start is always better. 

Get Set

Now that you're ready, it's just a matter of conditioning. What are your plans for 2014? Any new year's resolutions? A planner is always nice, especially when you know you've been all over the place for the past year; a planner will help you organize and take note of the things you have to remember whether they're short term or long term goals. What if you're not a planner type of person? It's okay! A planner would be useless if you're not really into using one, get into something that you really love doing and make that your own planner.

Becoming a better person doesn't depend on what material you use, it will always be up to you and your passion, your enthusiasm, your efforts, your faith and the positive vibes you surround yourself with. 

Let Go

If you believe that this year will be better then it will be better, but in order for that to happen you have to let go. Let go of the things that are not worth keeping so that you'll have more space for the good things that are yet to come. How will good things happen when you don't have enough capacity in you to welcome changes and new opportunities because you're too occupied with the past? Let go. 


Embrace 2014! Live it and be excited about it! Your new year's resolutions aren't there for you to just write them down and broadcast them to facebook or twitter- do it! Make it last. Not just for the first few weeks of the year, make it last until you've grown into it and the change is already taking its effect on you. 

Happy New Year everyone! Start fresh and I wish you guys all the best. God Bless :)
- Kam 

Thursday, December 19, 2013

words are like people

     I think I may be obsessed with words, for real. It started when I was reading this book that had tons of unfamiliar words in it and I had to search it on my mobile dictionary. For future references, I screen captured every vocabulary word that I searched. As I read on from a book to another, my vocabulary collection started filling up the space on my phone's memory, and it would be so weird if people rummaging through my phone gallery would see more of it than my actual pictures! I decided to download this app called "KeepSafe" where I could store them there without bothering my usual phone gallery. Although I'm quite sure that it's the reason why the storage capacity is pretty much always on red, hopefully I could still fit more music in there!

     More than the curiosity within me, I feel like these words are so interesting. I'm still working on practicing them as a good tool for my write-ups although I'd rather not use them that often since I'm trying to keep them at a certain level of comprehensiveness; I myself is having a hard time in remembering them. I am so fond of them, I mean I know it's weird but I'm starting to realize that these words to me are as interesting as some of the people that I have come to meet. When you feel like a person like that is not just merely a figure of human anatomy but you know that there is something in them that is worth knowing, worth staying for. They have some things to share and day by day you acquire them; well it may be music, ideas, jokes, books, stories that you haven't heard before.

     You've realized that they are as interesting as the words you have just discovered and at first glance they are unfamiliar to you but that unfamiliarity makes you curious, then that curiosity leads you to how interesting that person really is. A word having a distinctive meaning and structure that makes it feel like it's well combined to create a word, just as when a person's characteristics compliment the looks, vice versa. If only you could easily keep that person in a mobile app, reality says you cannot. That's what makes it hard, the fear that it's one of a kind. Will you come across the same person again? Probably not, no two words in the world are identical, no two words are the same but you will always have that certain favorite word that you will never forget.

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Useless wax on the floor?

Failing is a step closer to success

     Whatever you do, there's no way that you could achieve something without working hard for it. While in the process of reaching your goals, you will surely encounter a series of unfortunate events which simply means that your attempts would not always be successful; there are times when you would be making mistakes and these shouldn't hinder you from trying again. I have been in this kind of situation for a couple of times already. I tend to give up on things in which I have already failed in, thinking to myself this thing might "not be for me" or "I'm not good at this", or maybe looking down on myself with a "you're so stupid for trying" look. After the "self-pity" moments, I gain nothing but stress and in exchange, I lose hope.

     I was left with nothing, since I gave up on almost everything that I loved doing and it came to a point where I literally stopped doing those little by little and I got used to routines that went on for days, redundant useless unproductive routines. I missed everything. I missed myself. I was once an ignited candle that never melts that turned into a splatter of useless wax on the floor. Stuck. I had a hard time trying to sculpt myself up again.

     That is the thing with failing, we tend to label it with all sorts of negative thoughts when it fact these are all just misconceptions. Failing doesn't make you less of a person, it shouldn't discourage you or stop you from the things that you are passionate about, it shouldn't be the reason for your candle to remain unlit while ironically you're melting yourself with your own perspective.

     Same goes for trying. Let's say for instance, you tried cooking for the first time. You were so passionate about it and you felt like cooking really is your "cup of tea", but then when it was time for you to taste and evaluate your own dish, it turned out that it doesn't even taste good! You felt upset and disappointed because you were expecting so much from yourself. You stopped cooking, and you swore to yourself that you'd never cook again. A splatter of useless wax on the floor. On the other side, what could have happened when you took things constructively and when all this time you knew what failing really means? You wouldn't stop, you would actually try again until you've reached the standard you have set. Your dish would be your masterpiece, and you believe that there is more to your capability so you explore and you open yourself to changes.
    These failures should teach us something, and trying shouldn't be taken as a waste of time. Stop being too hard on yourself and be patient with yourself. You will bank on your progress and progress will only happen if you constantly try and practice on what you're good at. Likewise, choose the things that are worth spending time on, better ask the questions "what would I get from this?" and "is this what I really love doing?" first before anything else. Remind yourself that it's okay to fail and that you should allot sufficient time in doing what you love, keep that passion in you and everything would turn out great in the end. Nothing worth having comes easy :)

Sunday, December 8, 2013


Meow top - Noel Bazaar
Orange heels - Noel Bazaar
Aztec leggings - Cherish, US

The question is not "How far will I still have to go?" but "How far have I gone?"

                       It's all about chasing the right dreams. There are times when we get blinded by the pressure that is present in our surroundings and these pressure causes us to rush our dreams. I mean, let's face it, we can't have success in an instant! At times, we tend to feel sorry about ourselves when we don't get what we want or maybe when things don't go well as planned. Why fuss? You are in the state of growing, therefore you should be patient with your progress and other people's progress as well.


Monday, September 23, 2013

What I have always wanted

To meet someone who writes willingly with his own heart. 

I have always wanted to be described in someone else's perspective. It's not that I want to be someone who is worth writing about, I am already contented with myself, it's just that it would be an honor to meet someone who does not just think about you all the time but also struggles to find the perfect words to describe you and later on succeeds by creating a written masterpiece of his own.

Time will soon pass by without the both of us noticing and as we travel through the ticking of the clock he would already memorize me. He would notice every detail from the tip of my hair to the way I blink. By then, he would be able to see through my soul and distinguish whether I am okay or not, by just looking at my eyes and without me saying a single word. He would remember the details.

I would love to be described not just by the words that will come out from his mouth. I would love to hear him say such, but here's the thing, our mind cannot grasp every single thing that we hear. We may remember some but not everything, and I would regret missing even the slightest detail of what he just said to me. So I would prefer it written, and I prefer that someone to be a writer.

Sunday, September 22, 2013

New Reads


Velvet dress (dark blue), Mid-Heel Pumps from Korea

Idiosyncrasy - A structural or behavioral characteristic peculiar to an individual or group.

We are all idiosyncratic in a way. We all have characteristics or mannerisms that seems normal to us but appears peculiar to other people. 

     Nowadays, we tend to disregard people who has noticeable characteristics that are different from the majority. Instead of accepting each other's differences, it seems like there is a society based standard that dictates what's beautiful and what's not, what's in and what's out. I believe it is the reason why people tend to fit in, setting aside their true selves and prioritizing what the society wants to see. We feel like there is a need for us to belong, because the fear of being alone, of being the "odd one out" exists.

     If only our eyes wouldn't just do all the work, if only we aren't that judgmental. Yes, "we" because I myself is guilty of this and as much as I want to take all the judgmental words that I have said, I couldn't, and as much as I wanted to avoid being judged as well, I just couldn't. In fact, no one could. If only we could see the beauty in everything, just like how God sees things. His love is never ending, no matter how different other people say we are, no matter how "odd" and "weird" other people think we may be, He will lift us up, He will look at us with great love in a way so special that we are not just touched, but changed.

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

How am I? :)

I’d love to say I’m feeling superb and good like how I answer everyone who asks me the same question. That is because, we can’t be transparent to people at all times.


     No, drama pertains to something done on stage. This is not a silly play, it is not scripted. It’s life. Woops there goes reality, you got slapped hard? Haha, well if you’re someone who couldn’t fathom such, don’t read the rest anymore. Get real. Good bye.

     Hello again to those who decided to read on, you’re lucky that you have a part in there that still feels. You’re not scared of feeling and facing such emotions. You’ve accepted life as we know it, being all topsy-turvy, giving us lemons, giving us things to be happy about, giving us problems and challenges and it’s a cycle. It is a cycle.

     A lot has been happening, and I bet most of the people I talk to are aware. Nagtataka nga sila bakit pag kinukwento ko, hindi nila nakikita yung lungkot. Minsan kasi yung mga tao sa paligid mo nanghihina na yung loob. They draw strength from the one who stays positive, they need someone to tell them that everything’s going to be okay someday, and that happens to be me. My parents draw strength from me and I have to live up to that state. I don’t want people to be checking on me when I cry, so as much as possible, I don’t. Once I do, we would all be weak and tired and facing on a blank wall. There should be at least someone who’s willing to remain still, right?

     But that doesn’t mean that that someone is still at all times. Hindi lahat ng matatag at malakas ang loob, walang palya. I’m guilty. Lately I’ve been losing focus, I’ve been allowing things to bother me and the walls that I’ve built are slowly falling brick by brick. I want to continue this by saying “Pero okay lang, kasi kaya ko naman and that’s life and we have to be strong and have faith and this and that bla bla bla” just like how I used to do it but this time would be different. This write-up itself shows vulnerability and I myself am removing all the bricks left on my wall one by one.


      I want to know if he’s okay, I want to know where he is right now, I want him to go back home and say he misses us too, I want to hug him and say that I’m sorry for not being the best sister, for starting fights with him, for ignoring his warnings, for not listening to him when he talks, for being so insensitive about whatever he may have felt. I MISS HIM A LOT. All I want is a second chance. But I have to wait for the day he finally walks in our house again. I want to hear him talk about how his day was, I want to listen to him sing, I want to sing with him again while he’s playing his guitar or his ukulele. I can imagine him right now barging in the room to scare me and when he sees my “gulat face” he’d be laughing his ass off. I can’t wait to hear him laugh again. I’m so lucky I have a brother. He’s the best and he’s all that I could ever ask for. Despite the silly quarrels that turned into big fights that turned into grudges, I still love him. Yup.

Ahh I’m really having a hard time writing this because it hurts, and my throat’s starting to ache because I don’t want to break down in the middle of blogging because I know I would end up not being able to post this, UMM HELLO DUH SAYANG EFFORT… HAHAHA

Wednesday, August 21, 2013


write-up that was made months ago on my phone's memo, I don't know why I haven't published it yet. Dati pa to- hindi na siya applicable ngayon haha. I'm happy now. 

A month ago - RECOVERY

You can be good and broken at the same time. You can play fair then leave a tricky scheme for them to solve. You can smile in the morning then maybe cry at night. You can fly but then sooner or later you'd be looking for land and you'll be bringing yourself back to the ground. You can go on and still do good or maybe even better, still with a worn out piece of inner self. It serves as your motivation, and I call that recovery.

No one recovers with a fix self; what is the use of recovering when you've already moved on? I would rather think this way, that every day is a day of recovery and I'm in the process of feeling whole again.. not just good or better, but whole when there's no need to pretend. It gives me the drive to go on and do better every time I have the chance to. Thank God for recovery.

A month and a half ago? I guess - LONELY IN THE HAPPIEST WAY >


top & skirt from Bershka

Pattern consistency. Blogging consistency? I don't think so. I've been down and out from my fash blog for a couple of months. Same old reason- school and whatnot. It's okay though, since my priorities are all set. I'm just thankful that I still am holding on to my site. Been really buys with compiling requirements and reviewing in preparation for college. 


Bagyosyon - dahil sa bagyo, nagsuspend ng classes hanggang sa tinodo na until Friday (well ganyan kami sa Makati). Whoa there, so that's 9 days including weekends and last Friday. Bakasyon? More like, bagyosyon

Maliban sa grabeng pag-ulan dahil sa pagchichill ni Maring dito sa Pinas, sa pagbaha pati na sa main roads, at sa pagkalunod ng twitter timeline mo sa pagkauso nanaman ng, ano pa ang.. uhh.. ano pa? 

     We Filipinos are really out of the ordinary, we have this distinctive trait that is very evident at times like these. Ang pagiging masayahin nga naman, nakakahawa. Well if you don't get what I mean then let me sum it up this way: Ang Pinoy, kahit ano pang problema yan, kahit abot tenga na ang baha, mayroon at mayroon pa din yang mahahanap na rason para ngumiti at maging masaya. Tama? One more thing, bayanihan. Most of us are undeniably helpful to those who are in need; may it be politicians, celebrities, or maybe just ordinary citizens who are willing to lend a hand. Nakakatuwa, it never gets old and never will it be outgrown by time. Samahan mo pa ng prayers ng libo-libong Pinoy na hindi papaawat. "Prayer is powerful", this belief indeed strengthens us and binds us as one. 

Here's some Pinoy Humor for you guys, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I got these pictures from Rappler, credits to those who own the pictures. Here's the link I referred to:
Photo by Karen Yambao-Canlas. Emailed to Rappler by Mark William Canlas. 
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     Stay safe everyone! Tumulong hanggang sa kaya. Get enough rest din, habang wala pang classes and may oras pang matulog, hehe. Hashtag nakakatamad kasi gumawa ng school related stuff pero stay productive as much as possible, onting push lang yan ok bye 

Friday, July 12, 2013

shadow days are over

When you've already found yourself and you've come to understand why are things the way they are, then it would be easier for you to adjust, possibly in any circumstances. No one said it was easy, maybe because no one has finally found the answers to the "why"

It's just a matter of putting your mind in a state where you have full trust that everything's going to be okay, set your heart at rest for a moment and think of the many positive outcomes that may come your way. Well what makes it easy for me to say these things..

Never was it a piece of cake and a cup of coffee, for me it was always constructing the most complicated infrastructure for the city. I am not that of an artist, neither am I a skilled worker nor a person with enough interest in building things. I think of it this way, I am one of the countless beings in this world, therefore there are countless ways of building this structure and I've got one in my hands. There is a way out, one out of the countless ways.

My optimism always gets me through, my trust in God and the drive that makes me want to live tomorrow like it's brand new. I'm not gonna lie, I am at times a hypocrite of such. I may say that I am positive right now, and maybe I may not be tonight. My point is, I'd love to take note of what I'm feeling at the moment, to remind me sooner or later when I read this again that this feeling existed therefore giving me hope that I may feel this way again. Call it a strategy, a therapy or whatnot, but this is how I like things to be done and remembered. Written.

Saturday, June 15, 2013

Pies and Frappuccinos

They never get it right...

Whenever I go to Starbucks, they always get my name wrong. It has always been automatic for me "Kam, k-a-m" but up to now I'm still not quite certain if it was all because of the way I say it? Was it too soft and do I sound like eating my words all the time? Or do they hear the loud roaring of the blenders and just nod instead? A cafe mystery it is.

I am coming to think of what runs in their minds when they see me at first sight. Well if they could see the smile I wear every single time and if they look at the tip of my well groomed hair falling too heavily for them not to notice, they may think that I'm happy and my nerves and blood vessels are healthy and well. They're getting that right.

What they don't know is that behind the smile and the well groomed hair, the fancy and fashioned clothes, I am a girl of a thousand thoughts and an aching heart. We all have something that is most of the time overlooked by many because it is only noticed when one stares at your eyes and sees through your soul. At times, they never get it right.

As I walk down the basement of this cafe which I adore because of the roomy and comfy feel and not all cafes have spaces like this one, I found a table for three right beside the table where my dad is having a small meeting. Stuck with no internet because apparently you have to pay for it and I am one practical frappuccino drinker.

What they got right was my order, cream based vanilla frapp grande and banoffee pie- my all time favorites. What they will probably never get right is when I'd have to let them guess why I ordered such. I am not hungry or craving of any sort.

Around 2 months ago, I had my sixteenth birthday. A guy who was once filled with surprises gave me a box to remember. That happened in the evening, right when I thought he was done with his overwhelming presents. Inside the box was a cardboard with a "Happy Sweets 16th!" written on it. I gleamed around the four corners of the box packed with sweets, and there goes a banoffee pie that I first marveled into. I wasn't hungry, but I ate it anyway. Out of love, and well, I was too happy and thankful to not eat it.

I've had the best Valentine's yet. Around 3 months ago, 14th of February obviously, the same guy spent it with me in a milk tea shop near my school. I rushed after classes, excited not because of the chocolates or roses, but because I was finally spending it with this guy. He gave me tons but those weren't really much compared to the quality time we had. It was the company and the time that always seemed to run short that mattered the most. What made my heart burn to flames was that he got me my favorite cream based vanilla frappuccino not with a name on it but with something that read "because chocolates are too mainstream. The best yet.

And as I'm tip-tapping on my keypad right now, I am currently battling to finish my order. My banoffee pie that didn't came in a box, and a frapp with nothing but my wrongly spelled name on it. I was happy and one thing I never got right was the thought of having the same happiness for as long as I want it to stay. Right now, not having him around feels like I'm celebrating a sweet 16 that isn't sweet at all in a cafe on valentine's day, alone.

Wishing his arms were around me this whole time, then they would have got my smile and fixed hair right. They wouldn't have to look right through my eyes to say that I was happy, happy because I have him around.

One thing I am certain about, I wouldn't have written this without these aching thoughts, without the pain and the wishful thinking that everything was alright between us.

One thing I hope I'm getting right, is the thought of us being okay again. We will be.
You and me, in this cafe.
Like pies and frappuccinos.

or like strangers, again? Maybe.

- Kam. 

Sunday, May 12, 2013

Better Days

Believe it or not, almost everything's thrifted. Except for the hot pink wedge given to me by grandmom (hi mamu!) from Cali. 

Better days. There are days better than any other days. When the sun touches the right places on your skin, right after the rain, then there comes the rainbow that doesn't end with a pot of gold but lands on your feet. 
I had a tough week, and I never thought that I could still see the better side of the struggle though there always is. I swear, there always is. You just have to let it pass, scan through your thoughts and feels and try to understand yourself and what you really want. Change some actions, and I'd love to wear my heart on my sleeve this time. I'm thankful, because this week was also my best. After falling down, I've got myself back up and dang life is so friggin good <3 

Thursday, May 2, 2013


A shirt I've never used for ages

add an inch before you cut the sleeve

Fold outwards (desired length)

start cutting the vertical lines :)

There you have it!

you can never have enough tank tops for the summer heat :)

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Everything Was Perfect (Summer blog #1)

     Everything was perfect for almost 3 days in Terrazas de Punta Fuego, Batangas. It was one of the best places that stayed written at the back of my hands knowing that this was where I first learned how to swim. It's some kind of a memory lane because when I was a kid, I enjoyed this place even if it was just for a day. Never could have had this great memory without my childhood buddies Shannon and Gian. Everything was perfect. 

    First time to try kayaking. I was with my brother and we both paddled through our first kayak experience. He would always tell me that we should go to the edge of the boundary where we shouldn't pass through, well we did it and we even touched the rope floating around it. Well I was scared of course! But that fear was the spice to this sweet sweet chance of getting out of my comfort zone. There were chill moments were we weren't paddling, just letting the ocean breeze sweep our small boat (kayak boat, whatever) and we'd relax even though we know that we are at a deep point. Perfect. 

     The key to a perfect beach momentum is the spot, the place where I wished was the spot I could always go to whenever I wanted to. You lie there, you listen to the waves, forty winks, you read a book, you listen to your favorite music, you forget the world. Perfect. 

     The nails. Jamin if you're reading this then by now you already know that I've removed the nail polish you violently painted on my nails, and my hands (yes he did that, he placed nail polish on my hands for I don't know what reason) but I understand you're a guy and you don't know how and we were just fooling around with it haha, but you doing me this favor is really/extremely cute. You're amazing. Yes, I've changed the polish, but the story itself and the guy in it? Perfect. 

      The house where we stayed, need I say more? I'd like to thank Ninang for letting us stay here, she has a wonderful rest house and the location is breathtaking. It was filled with tranquility and it made us realize that there are really things out there that would make you say "life is good". She's amazing. Perfect. 

       It was mom's birthday on the 15th. That was our second day there. It was planned. The food was planned. On that night, dad grilled pork chops and fish. I repeat. GRILLED PORK CHOPS and fish. That satisfied my tummy more than you know. There's nothing you could ever compare to grilled pork chops on a night during your vacation, a celebration, on a peaceful place with your family. Perfect. 

        I've always wanted to watch how the sun rises and how it sets. How it changes colors and how it stares at you for a minute like it was bidding you goodbye and next thing you know, it's already night and the sun's on the side we cannot see. The view. Oh I thank God for making me see how wonderful it is, how beautiful and majestic it is to have eyes to see. To love and to see. I love it. Perfect.

    Sharing the same feels with my family made it all seem so special to me, that feeling you get when you're spending quality time with them and you all cherish the simplest things. When you hear nothing but their voices when you're chilling inside a cabana, seeing your pops and bro playing ping pong and billiards, having your mom as your photo-buddy, capturing everyone's candid faces on cam, getting to eat together, swim together, sleep in one big room together, laugh together. This is the family, a family. Perfect. 

Saturday, April 13, 2013

There's something about suitcases

     There's something about them that leads me off to another thinking. I may be referring to this blog where I show the life outside "me" and how it is being able to fit myself in a suitcase and where my suitcase brings me- or my tumblr blog, the life inside the suitcase. I am a girl with countless perspectives though I could narrow them down into two. You may not be able to distinguish how my blogs are different from each other by the way I explained it, but scan them yourself and you'll see how both reveals both sides of me. I don't want to sound mysterious because I am not that type; there are times when I express more of what I really should.

     Tumblr feels more of an expressive way of how I feel at the moment, through the pictures and even the write ups I reblog. It's more of like connecting my thoughts with what I see in my dashboard, being able to relate to other people. One more thing, this is where I started to blog and you have no idea how much of an impact it is to me as a blogger. I've posted write ups before and I wanted to read them again because it feels good to have something to look forward to, but back in those days I wasn't in favor of this and at some point I deleted them. 

This is the first time I'm introducing the vulnerable side, I just thought you guys would go check it out. :)
Lastly, my tumblr is open for QUESTIONS. Go anon or not, fine with me.

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Footprints of Faith (17th SPC LTC)

     First day of congress. This is when butterflies start rummaging in your stomach. Registration started as soon as we finished settling our luggage inside our room on the second floor, luckily near to the convention hall. It has been an annual tradition for us Paulinians from Makati to join the congress, and this was my third and last (aww). I wrote my name, as well as my friends' under the Socio-Civic group and by that time, we still didn't have that much of an idea of how that would work. We were scanning faces, some were familiar and the others were pretty much pleasing (more butterflies) - if you know what I mean. We were looking forward to the Fellowship Night wherein delegates would present a performance in front of everyone that would represent the culture of the place you're from. Now here's what we're good at- nope not the performance, but the last minute planning. So our presentation went something like this.. 

"Claire's intro. The "techy students" scene. Kirk's mash-up that went great (Thank you Ate Gay for the inspiration). Pitch Perfect's Treblemakers inspired cheer. "It's alright, It's alright, It's alright, It's alright, It's alriiiiiiight, Bright lights in Makati Cityyyyy. We're from Makati City, everytime you need our help just tell it to us, we're here to be your friends, we're from Makati-katikati Makati-katikati awoooo, we're from Makati City!" Cheers to you who sang it in the tune of Bright Lights Bigger City and Magic. *clap clap*

     Day 2. We had this activity in the convention hall where we were asked to find people among the 900+ of us having the same name. There were tons of lucky Annes, Isabellas, Marias, etc. and I'm an unlucky Kamiya. They also asked those with unique names to come up on stage, I was then with my friend Raia. I enjoyed the view from up there, that was when I realized that being with all of these Paulinians in one Leadership Congress was beyond epic. After lunch, we had the first and second breakout sessions. We were given an ID, with your name and group (Holla to you Gs!). I was classified under G1 which was a subgroup, then we had some activities and sharings. I met new friends, and this is the point in my blog post where it will all go cheesy if I still continue it so let's move on to the Talent Night. Kirk was our representative, there was no doubt that as soon as the spotlight was on him he was already ready for his mini concert. 

     Day 3. JUMP IN! Meeting all the other Socio Civics. I belonged to the 2nd subgroup, Lester as the Prime Minister and Erika as our Secretary. We had to create a feasible project regarding Child Labor, and I bet that was the hardest of all. Everyone had their own ideas and thoughts about the topic, the report was presented in front by Lester the Prime Minister from St. Paul Buug. Day 3 ended fast, I wasn't able to finish the second part of the Talent Night. Unfortunately I was having cramps. Hashtag girl problems. 

   Day 4. OUTBOUND! St. Paul College San Rafael- REALLY HUGE CAMPUS. They have this Learning Ville, lakes, mini zoo, fishing spot, butterfly garden, and more. We had our Amazing Race there, and I was again with my G1 groupmates. The facilitators were really friendly. Nothing got in the way well aside from me being a grumpy old sunburned lady walking around the stations. Oh and yes, I was that girl who tripped and fell on her knees right at the start of the race. Cool right :( my knees got bruised but it's okay. Totally. Summer isn't summer without sunburns, right? I had fun under the sun though, even though we weren't able to finish all the 32 stations well the Amazing Race was the best summer kick-off I've ever had. Way to go for my summer, it's going to be a blast! Thank you G1 for making this experience awesome. 

Our last night in SPCP. Fourth day of congress, our last night. The last breakout was within schools so I was with my congress mates. We had the Igniting of Candles that night, each of us lighted a candle that signifies the ignition of our passion and commitment as leaders, servant leaders. The sight was, amazing. It gives you feels, that each and everyone of us were connected in a way where the beam that was coming out of our candles were lighting up the night sky. We've got to celebrate right? Last congress for us incoming seniors, last night, last, last, last. It was sad, for a moment. Pizza night! PERFECT. Together in one room, we were just kids with pizza slices. Leaders with potentials. Teens that had the time of their lives. This will forever be a memory worth keeping. 

Day 5's missing, I realized that my camera lasted for almost 5 days without the recharge, so it gave up on the last day. 

There's something more than everything that I have already mentioned. I was in the company of the best people I could ever spend 5 days with. We were the YOLO-est. Congress mates, you know what I mean by this. All of our crazy adventures were too many to be mentioned here. We were the craziest crowd, we just had to have the fun while the chance is right in front of us. I'll surely miss this kind of fun. 
#SENBEH ;) Haha go Claire! I mean.. Darna 

Sunday, February 17, 2013


What I wore for prom <3

The color is just lovely, yes? :">

I spent the night with the best people!! From Prom to the night after, no sleep and just the perfect places to spend the night well. 


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