04/05/2025
Ecclesiastes 11:9-10
“Young people, enjoy your youth. Be happy while you are still young. Do what you want to do, and follow your heart's desire. But remember that God is going to judge you for whatever you do. Don't let anything worry you or cause you pain. You aren't going to be young very long.”
We landed, we loaded up, and crammed into the van like it was a game of human Tetris (brownout kag wat signal agad). Bags on our laps, backs slightly broken, and someone had already asked, “Are we there yet?” at least five times. The aircon was blasting, the chika was louder than the engine, and our energy levels were somewhere between “road trip hype” and “accidental nap.” We didn’t know exactly where we were going yet, but at least we were going together—with questionable snacks, great vibes, and zero legroom. Let the chaos officially begin!
Agape lunch came next—our schedule was so gulo², but that’s when the bonding truly started. With very spicy chismis, of course. Nothing brings people together like a table full of vegetables nga gulpi duraan ka sabaw, questionable (yet blessed) servings, and a whole lot of laughter filling the air.
We hadn’t experienced true suffering until we were barefoot, freezing cold, and sixth in line for the camp bathroom at 3AM, while someone inside took a shower like they were at a spa. Wad-an pa ka tubig, asus.
Then came that moment when we were 100% sure we’d make it through the session, but our heads started doing the “I’m awake, but am I?” bobblehead dance—courtesy of the solid 1–3 hours of sleep we’d had.
We went to the canteen with full wallets and now we’re just praying our bank accounts survive the snack attack. At this rate, we might need to borrow money by the end of the week (mukbangan).
Then came Solidarity Night—a time to challenge ourselves, reflect deeply, and push our faith to new limits. We embraced the struggle, knowing it was all part of the growth.
Some of us even took pictures with our camp crushes, and let’s just say the struggle to act normal was real. We smiled, they smiled, and in that moment, we swear we could hear our hearts beating louder than anything else. It was supposed to be a simple photo, but suddenly, we were overthinking every little thing—did we look cool? Did we smile too much? Why is this so complicated? Guess that’s what happens when you’re kilig at camp(huey oa porket nainlove)
And now, it’s the last day of camp. We’re filled with gratitude for all the experiences, friendships, and memories we’ve made. It’s crazy how quickly time flew, but we’re leaving with full hearts, knowing we’ve grown, laughed, and connected in ways we’ll carry with us forever.
Here’s to all the moments that made this camp unforgettable. THANK YOU, LIBERTAD, FOR THE 46TH ADSYC. More camps to experience, more memories to create!
sumunod sa mga yapak ni hesus
Deo et Patria
Yifi Antique
