#SAMMYFACES101: Finesse

Lately, I’ve been posting my faces here ’cause it’s symbolic for me. In every mood or circumstance, there’s one part of you that can’t hide the whole: face.

Whether you can strike a poker’s or the face of a theater artist, it doesn’t change anything. You are, still, you.

Now, this is the face of someone who’s about to pass through a narrow hole to see the intricacy of summer falls. Finesse. Just like that.

By the way, pardon me for the “uncombed” hair. I like it just like that. Yeah, just like that.




“Soulsthyst” 🍃

That soul taught me…to solve my own Math problem by using a scientific calculator or Google, as the case may be.

Debates happen every single day.

Tonight, though, there were no debates. My thoughts agreed, profusely, with my eagerness to write. Finally.

Minutes ago, I had been to a familiar world of papers turning reality into a cornucopia of bliss and magic. As a matter of fact, and for a single split of second, I decided this place should be real. The fiction slapped me, slowly, but powerfully…indeed, that’s the point of fiction. It makes you fall in love until cold water, gently, pours down on you saying, “It’s time to wake up, dreamer. This is a work of fiction.” In short, I came back to reading the old, overused romance novels I had in high school.

The idea of spending few minutes to read them in between my breaks from the “bloody review” doesn’t matter to me, anymore. Numbness is not the word. Passion, in the middle of the war zone area, is what I aim for.

I guess, every human soul yearns for love. Not admiration. The human soul thirsts for the deep, blue water, instead of a make-believe pool of affirmation.

So the thought of another human soul knocking on my door made me lose my balance. I guarded myself too well that I didn’t notice I was caught off guard. That soul taught me: to laugh amidst few broken lines from a song, to keep my ears open for words I wouldn’t expect to hear, to simplify things for better understanding, to ask questions with no answer, to solve my own Math problem by using a scientific calculator or Google, as the case may be, and to hope for victory even if I have, only, 1% chance of winning.

From that moment on, I saw things in a different perspective. I was dancing through every page of my life, when I should be walking or running. It happened so fast and only when I realized this soul could do more that I lost him.

I discovered: that soul doesn’t believe in love. That soul, I believe, was hurt by love. That soul doesn’t want love, when in fact mine is beginning to fall like ashes on the ground

“Eazy-ly”, I understood things with him, but it’s harder to make him understand that love exists. It’s ironic. And painful.

Painful because that beautiful, broken soul had chosen to close himself in a cocoon from the remnants of this cruel world. It’s heartbreaking that you wanted to unleash his beauty but he just wouldn’t leave his place because he’s not, yet, ready. That soul was, surely, broken, and he needed to heal himself. Until when?

If only his soul would allow mine to heal with him. Ah!

Despite this poverty of spirit, my longing soul remains faithful that one day, maybe, that other soul will see life in a more colorful perspective. Maybe he will see it the way he made me see a deeper blue color of the ocean from afar. Or maybe he will heal and feel the same way I feel.

Fiction might have awakened the magma inside my volcano of thoughts, but I was thankful, at least, because this time I was not debating with myself. Slowly and beautifully, the molten magma flowed and created this post. Ironically and instantly, the rain poured so hard…waking me up and saying, “This is not fiction. Continue living, fighter.” What a wonderful story it has been!



#SAMMYFACES101: Samantha la Fea


Happy New Year! 🙂 I have no idea why I opted to post one of my “Ugly Betty” shots last year: no makeups, just my bare face and eye-wear.

This entry is a reminder for simplicity. I welcomed my teenage years with just baby powder; I braved my college years with occasional lip color, as an addition; and I passed my freshmen and sophomore years in Law school with face powder and lip balm. Only during my latter years I learned to do my eyebrows because “Kilay is life!” 😀  [Kidding aside, I tried learning makeup out of necessity – I don’t want to spend every now and then for a makeup artist during special occasions]. Hence, I am reminding myself to, always, go back to where I started despite the onslaught of makeup phenomenon today. I am not saying that makeup is bad as it is, in fact, a blessing to most to enhance one’s beauty. It’s just that this year, why don’t we strive to be more simple? 🙂

True beauty is beyond what the eyes can see. Strive to be “the beautiful who never fades.”<3

Get up and don’t be ashamed to show the world who you, really, are.

By the way, I am grateful for this opportune time to relax on my swivel chair, thinking that now is the perfect time to write few blogs before I bid my temporary farewell to concentrate on my studies.

2018 is here.

Thank you, avid readers! I hope and pray that this year turns out the best for all of us. May God’s grace, love, and peace be with us all throughout the year.


Happy “6th” with WordPress!

It, still, wouldn’t escape my memory when I first wrote the very first two entries I had here on WordPress. Back then, I was a sophomore college junkie – little things. The little things which, eventually, transform into life-sized grizzly bears boggle my seventeen-year-old-mind:

I wrote about beauty reminders.

There was an encounter with a brute.

The succeeding entries came like the Wizard of Oz. I was writing, subsequently, everything which came into my mind: wishes and dreams, frustrations, travels, and love.

Then, came the year 2017. I changed the Blog Title from SAMTHING EXTRAORDINARY to IT’S A “SAM”-THING and even changed the cover with “SAMMY” tile. Given the fact that this blog was known from its URL, I decided to give it a new wisp of personality. Every detail was personalized with the end in view of giving my readers or viewers the idea that they’re visiting a whole new world where only they and “SAMMY” exist. 🙂

The truth is, so long as days or years pass, I will, still, write. WordPress has been a part of me. Taking it away is taking a portion of me which makes me incomplete.

To my avid readers, please bear with me. Cheers to more years with you!


SammyTV📺: Pronunciation of Pangasinan towns/cities/barangays with Jez 🗣


​Sorry for the cloudy video. We were inside the van and we couldn’t switch on the light. Of course not, we said, “NO TO CAMERA FLASH” because it’s too ouchy to the eyes.

Certainly, we made this short period of time memorable before we, finally, bid our goodbyes to one another. 💔😭

Anyway, there are no goodbyes. We’ll see each other and travel together, soon, Jez! That’s for sure. ☺️🤗😘

Thanks for watching!



‘Jez’ Got Real 👩‍❤️‍👩

Back in the year 2014, right after my college graduation, I was called to be one of Pangasinan’s delegates for the 10th National Youth Parliament under the supervision of the National Youth Commission. Four representatives from Pangasinan were selected (three from University of Luzon, and one from University of Pangasinan-PHINMA).

“The Parliament of Youth Leaders, also known as the National Youth Parliament, is a gathering of at least 200 youth leaders and youth sector representatives from all over the country who engage in a simulated legislative process where they present, discuss, and craft policy recommendations that will address pressing issues that directly affect them.

Consistent with Republic Act 8044, otherwise known as the Youth in Nation-Building Act, the Youth Parliament meets at the call of the National Youth Commission every two years.” – National Youth Commission

Our main agenda, then, was the reformation of the Sangguniang Kabataan, which, honestly, on my video resume, I didn’t adhere to it at first. If I remember it right, I mentioned this in my previous blog post entitled, “Welcome to the Days of Future Past.”
This was the set up: Youths were divided into committees: Committee on Health (where I belong), Committtee on Employment, Committee on Education, and Committee on Participation.

When Kim, Ate Dawn, and I arrived at the Manila Grand Opera Hotel, we stayed in the hotel room before we head on to the Ambassadors’ Hall for the Preliminaries. By the way, this hotel played huge roles in Philippines’ history [the location of the inauguration of the members of the First Philippine Assembly in 1907], and I believe, since May is Heritage Month, the National Youth Commission decided to convene the youth there. And this is where Jez and I met, in the most unexpected and awkward situation.

Okay. Let’s go back to when we had just arrived. Later that night, after the Preliminaries, somebody’s knocking on our door. I opened it and to my surprise, a man and a lady with backpacks, said “Hi”. Then, the lady asked if there’s a space for her. Before answering, I looked at Ate Dawn and Kim who were, also, astonished by the fact that we’d not be, exclusively, using the room as we need to share it with a fellow. Later on, I opened the door for her. She asked the crew to provide her with an extra bed. And so the story starts there, but it doesn’t end…little did I know, when I opened the door, I was coined by her and her boyfriend as “ang babaeng galit sa mundo” because of my facial expression, then. 😂✌🏻

This lady was named as Jezrel Olaer, a delegate from Davao City, part of the Committee on Employment, and now a licensed Customs Broker. We had built an amazing friendship in the most extraordinary ways. Thanks to technology. This friendship was made possible despite our geographical distance. For three years, we shared each other’s lives and with and through God’s grace, we, finally, saw each other, again.
Truth be told, I had a planned trip in Davao but it didn’t push through because of an unforeseeable event. But God’s timing and ways are perfect! If I wasn’t able to go to Davao, Jez was scheduled for a Pangasinan trip. So, here we are. Tea sesh with her after she met my parents. *Butterflies all around my stomach* I had to admit I almost cried when I hugged her. It’s been three long years!


This woman is, extremely, humble, sweet, and generous! Whenever I asked her questions answerable by “YES” or “NO”, she would answer me, “Opo” even if we are of the same age. Also, she had spoiled me with an abundant amount Davao delights (Durian candy, Durian Yema, Durian Pastillas, Durian Piaya because the real fruit is prohibited in airports, Mangosteen Candy, and Ube Candy). Aren’t they all sweet? She, also, included Taiwanese teas and key chain. As a support to my studying Law, she gave me a cute notebook, pens, and coloring book from Miniso. “I have to do some de-stressing,” she said. Oh, how sweet and supportive you are to my Law schooling, Jez! Thank you.

I have proven how disciplined people from Davao are. While she was ordering our teas, she, unconsciously, put her one thousand peso bill on top of the table just beside us. So I said, “Wow, Jez! Dyan mo lang talaga ilalagay?” Then, she said, “Sorry.” That’s not just it. Even after my instruction that Pangasinan is different from Davao, that in the former, you have to hold your wallet or even grocery bags all the time, she, used to put her wallet beside her where others could sit. When I noticed it, she laughed and said, “Sorry.” You see how normal it is for Davaoeños to leave their stuffs without fear of being robbed? It’s a lesson for me, for us, for every city in Philippines!


Thanks be to God because I found such a rare opportunity to meet good people. National Youth Commission, I commend you, too, for bringing youths to participate in policy-making as a tool to national development, and for making youths from across the archipelago friends for life! 🙂

Like I said, I’ll see you, soon, Jez. XOXOXO