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hello kitty

matcha

sweat treat

commute naka headphones

the little things matters:))

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I HATE IT PAG MAKALAT ROOM KO

I HATE CHEAP MAKEUP

I HATE IT WHEN PPL CUSS AT ME

I HATE IT WHEN THEY DON'T UNDERSTAND MEE

I HATE IT WHEN MY MAKEUP IS OILY

I HATE IT WHEN MY MAKEUP IS CAKEY

I HATE IT WHEN MY MAKEUP SMUDGES

I HATE IT PAG WALA NAKO MAKEUP

I HATE EVERY PETPEEVE

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Hello, my name is Mariah Erica Eloisa C. Edica, but most people just call me Kang. I would describe myself as someone who’s still exploring and growing, but also someone who values little things that bring me peace and happiness. For example, I love watching movies, because they let me experience different stories and emotions. I enjoy going out at night with my friends, since I find the nighttime calming, like a quiet escape from all my problems. Another thing I really enjoy is doing my makeup. For me, it’s not just about appearance, but about feeling good and confident in myself. It’s my own form of self-expression and self-care. I believe that all these experiences, moving, adjusting, exploring my hobbies, and finding what makes me feel alive, are shaping me into the person I’m meant to become. I may still be in the process of discovering myself, but I’m grateful for the journey.

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WW1 - 16 Personalities Test Result  Reflection with Rubric (1) (1)

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Dear Future Erica,
Right now, I honestly don’t know what direction I’m heading in or where all of this is taking me, but I’m holding on to the hope that you’ve found your way. I hope you’ve figured things out piece by piece, made peace with the things you once struggled with, and discovered the kind of happiness that feels real and lasting. Wherever you are, I hope you look back at this moment with compassion, knowing that even in all the uncertainty, you kept moving forward—and that was enough to get you here.

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When I was a baby, I was often told that I was the cutest of them all—maybe because I was the youngest and their only little one at that time. Looking at my baby pictures and hearing their stories, I realized just how loved I was. They would carry me around the neighborhood, where everyone knew my name, and I was showered with attention and toys. They also said I loved having my picture taken, and it makes me smile to know that I was once such a happy little baby.

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My tita told me that once I learned how to walk and talk, I just couldn’t stop. I always wanted to go out and explore, and whenever my mom and dad went to work, I begged them to take me along so I could wander around their workplace. I was very talkative and loved playing with people, and I was never shy about saying exactly what I liked or didn’t like—probably because I knew I’d get what I wanted right away. I remember being so adored during that time, showered with gifts, food, and affection. My old favorite was blueberry shortcake, and my dad would often joke that I asked for it every single day without fail.

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I was a cute baby and toddler, but when I reached grade school, everything changed. As my rabbit teeth started to grow, I became the target of constant bullying, and it hit me really hard. Most of what I remember from elementary school isn’t the lessons or the fun, but the endless teasing. I lost all motivation to go to school because I felt helpless, and at the time, I thought the only solution was to avoid people altogether. Looking back, I realize I should have asked for help from an adult, because even now, the experience still affects me. My family always saw me as their cute little baby, but at school, I was mocked as “rabbit” or “buck tooth,” with classmates even handing me carrots as a joke, leaving me deeply insecure about how I looked

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Right now, I’m still in my adolescence, a stage where I’m discovering who I am and what I truly believe in. I go through phases, I get influenced by different people and trends, and sometimes I change my mind about what I like or what I want to stand for. But I’ve come to realize that’s all part of the process. Every shift, every mistake, every little obsession has shaped me in some way.

I don’t see it as being “lost” anymore, I see it as learning. Every phase I went through taught me something new about myself and about the world. Those lessons, even the hard ones, have become pieces of who I am today. And maybe that’s what growing up is really about, not having everything figured out right away, but embracing the journey and allowing myself to grow through it.

When I look back, I can say with confidence that my life so far has been one big lesson, and I know it will continue to be. The best part is, I’m not afraid of that anymore. Instead, I’m excited to keep discovering, keep changing, and keep becoming the person I’m meant to be.