Can Volunteerism be a trend in the Youth Today?

“Film as dream, film as music. No art passes our conscience in the way film does, and goes directly to our feelings, deep down into the dark rooms of our souls.” 
― Ingrid Bergman

I’m the kind of person who has massive love for films.

May it be watching films, or making them. It’s one of the things I really miss about school.

I used to really love being busy shooting, doing all the technical stuff, and all the magic that happens behind the scenes. Not a lot of people understand that sometimes, a simple 2 minute conversation on screen is done in twenty takes with seven different camera angles and a lot of heated arguments with temperamental directors.

I wanted to rest from all of it for a while because it started losing its magic for me, it was the one thing I knew I loved doing, and it was one of those things I really excelled in.

Recently, I’ve been asked to make this short video for GK (this organization I’m volunteering in) where I had to showcase what’s trending in our city, and how, we could make volunteerism a trend among young people as well.

After conceptualizing the video that I imagined to be a short 1-minuter with 7 people in the cast, I was surprised to see more than twenty people showing up on the day of the shoot.

BM members and the GK Youth on the bridgeway to GK Site- Banago

BM members and the GK Youth on the bridgeway to GK Site- Banago

Anyhoo, it ended up going really well. Despite the weather turning from rainy to sunny in a matter of seconds, and the really bad sunburn I got from shooting midday, I had a lot of fun.

The video was launched yesterday for the Negros Occidental GK Youth Summit where more than 500 members of the GK Youth attended. It was a proud moment for me, and considering that the shoot was done and edited in 4 days time in between all the other busy work and school related things, I’m really glad with how it ended up.

I want to give a huge shoutout to my good friend Skippy who collaborated with me on the making of this video.

He helped in shooting and editing, and taught me a lot of cool new stuff I can’t wait to try on my other videos.

Check out his works here:


My passion in film-making is starting to burn again, just a little flicker, but it’s coming back at least. 😉


xx Gizel

Naked Run, Good or Bad?

Have you ever had that nagging feeling that for no reason at all you just want to take off all your clothes and run?


Sometimes, I’m just too weird for my own good.

But yes. I have thought about running in my birthday suit countless times already. It’s not because I think I have to flaunt my uber-sexy body, because trust me, I don’t have that. But the mere fact of running freely, without anything at all to weigh you down or limit you just feels kind of liberating and just plain awesome.

It’s not like I’m planning on pioneering a naked run in my city, because I’m not.

It’s just basically my subconscious wanting me to do something extremely daunting that ends up becoming a learning experience altogether.

In normal-people terms: something in the line of traveling alone, hitch hiking to an unplanned destination, chopping off all your hair, backpacking with your friends, or being part of an activist group.

I don’t know how or why I found myself wandering in this weirdly wonderful part of my mind, but lately everything just seems to be insufficient. Like there’s something missing, I can’t quite put my finger on it really, but somethings’s been lacking in my life for these past couple of months. Yes, passion, I know, we’ve already covered that (in this entire blog, I might add), but nowadays, it just feels like my thirst for this so-called unfound passion is getting stronger.

Everyday is getting worse. It’s like, each morning I wake up with the goal that “This will be the day that I finish searching.” and every night I go to bed with nothing. My obsession about it has become like my constant fascination with invading my dog’s personal space and taunting her when all she just wants to do is sleep: exhausting, and nothing ever happens.

Why am I thinking about this now? Well, today I found myself in a room surrounded by a lot of old long-haired bearded guys filled with tattoos of the most random things. (Okay, I just made it sound like I was in a really creepy alley filled with scary criminals, I’m sorry, no I wasn’t.)

Actually, since I’m interning at the museum I got to see a lot of artists(do you see the stereotype there?) that gathered here today to pass their entries for the Philippine Art Awards. I saw hundreds of different paintings and sculptures and works of art that I couldn’t even classify. They were all so intriguing and so flawlessly crafted that I couldn’t stop loathing myself for not having such an amazing artistic talent. You could feel the passion flooding the room, oozing out from all those different people and I wanted to stay there and bask in their awesomeness and just hope that their talent would rub off on me.

But who was I kidding? The level of amazing talent in the room was suffocating me and shrinking me. Why couldn’t I have been a prodigy of some sort?

But, I know better than to use that experience to further stamp on my insecurities.I know that today, was supposed to be some sort of inspiration for me.

Because I met all these creative people, I’m just even more driven to find what my passion really is, and not quit on it. I can now see how your love for doing something can fuel you into making something so incredible that can make you become an inspiration to others as well.

Who knows? Maybe because of my subconscious thoughts, I might consider being a nudist as my passion?

Okay, maybe not.

xx Gizel

In No Hurry.


Forgive me. I’m just being unreasonably giddy.

August is my birth month, and although I was born on the last day of the month, I can’t help but feel lucky whenever I know the calendar page has been turned.

For some reason, August just seems like a lucky month for me.

I’m turning twenty this year. 


and I’m dreading it.


I made a promise to myself a few months back that I’m going to do something worth it with my life. When I made the decision to stop school, I also decided that I wanted to make something out of myself.

Maybe it was jealousy, or just hidden admiration towards all those successful people that made a name for themselves as teenagers. They became famous bloggers, internet-sensations, celebrities at the age of fifteen or fourteen. Some start out with their passions as young as six or three. Being lost at eighteen didn’t do good for me.

I didn’t feel confident. I felt uncertain of how I was, and I became insecure of those people younger than me who was already so sure of themselves.

I wanted to be like them. Not in the sense that I wanted to be a celebrity, or an internet-sensation, but I wanted to be like them because they already know what they want at a young age and they already have it.

So I made a promise to myself that before I turn twenty, and lose all the bragging rights of calling myself a TEENager, I needed to be able to find my niche and excel there.

Believe me, I have tried. But after being let down and rejected in so many ways, for so many times, one would opt to just remain a hermit and stay indoors, while you cuddle up to your pillows and watch all your TV series on replay.

Falling in love with all these fictional characters are okay, they don’t judge you, unlike the real world.

But eventually, as relaxing as it is to be a bum and watch all of Klaus Mikaelson in all his glory, you get tired of sitting on your ass all day. You start to memorize your grandmother’s repetitive complaints about you being locked up inside your room, not seeing the sunlight, not bothering to exercise, and damaging your eyes with watching TV for almost 24 hours.

Niklaus Mikaelson doesn’t exist in real life.


You do.

Your friends do.

And they want to see you too.


As tempting as it is to just stay at home at do nothing all day, you HAVE promised yourself that you’re gonna make something out of yourself.


Where are you now?



With thirty days left until I’m turning into the big “Two-Oh,” I’m already panicking because as far as I can see, I’ve done absolutely nothing to fulfill that promise.

Why do I keep making these promises and disappointing myself?


The better question is, why am I in such a hurry to grow up?

All of my friends are much older than I am and they are also struggling their ways through life. We are all lost, that is absolutely normal. Some people may have found themselves earlier, but it doesn’t mean it’s too late for me. It’s not too late for anyone.

Nineteen is still too young. Twenty is still too young. Hell, Thirty-five is still too young!

A lot of people are still finding their ways so why should I be in such a hurry?


For now, I’m just gonna stop sitting on my ass all day and start doing something. I’m on my internship, technically that’s a different form of sitting on my ass all day, but at least I get something done. I’m not idle anymore, and everyday for me has a purpose other than staring at Joseph Morgan’s adorable lisps.


I’m taking it one day at a time.


I’m still scared, but twenty is just the beginning.


xx Gizel