by some twisted stroke of luck I have found myself on a train to Bonn, Germany, where I’ll be working as a youth reporter for the United Nations Framework Convention on Climate Change (COP23) thanks to a wonderful organization called the Federation for Environmental Education.

this all happened within the span of a few weeks but is also the culmination of the past few years. in 2014, I entered an international environmental journalism contest hosted by a Canadian non-profit, Environmental Defence. I wrote an article that highlighted my school’s initiatives to reduce waste management because I thought my school was doing a good job with tri-annual audits, a plastic water bottle ban, and creative posters around the school to reduce waste. I guess Environmental Defence thought so too because I ended up placing first on a national level and my relationship with them has led me to this opportunity today.

A few things I have learned from this experience:

  1. YOUR NETWORK may be the most valuable to you when you least expect it
  2. YOU, yourself, as an individual, are a lot more valuable than you think you may be

i am still feeling imposter syndrome quite heavy like one day someone’s going to come up to me and expose me as a fraud?? despite the fact that my passions are valid?? and maybe I really do have experience that could be valuable to people??

nonetheless i am going to be very annoying on nearly every social media platform for the next few days. i think this is an opportunity too grand to limit to the confines of my own personal experiences so the closest thing i can do is share it online. you can follow my blogs here, or at the following links:



in the chaos that is midterms i find solace in my travels from two months ago. this is long overdue and half-assed in all honesty because it’s hard to evoke the same sentiments from awhile ago lol


thailand was waterfalls, hippies and temples

i first flew into chiang mai, which is a city in north thailand. on the first night we visited a night market but after three months of seeing the same things being sold (elephant pants, elephant statues, counterfeit apple products, knockoff raybans) it gets exhausting and there’s no use in spending money on things i don’t need TBH

we made our way over to pai which is about 762 twists and turns over a span of 148 kilometres. i have never travelled over such turbulent streets !? but it was well worth the trek. pai is a hippie town equally made of expats and locals. i don’t think i’ve ever seen so many asian people with dreads as i had in pai.

pai is also known for being super ‘chill’ especially when tourists are known to party crazy hard throughout the rest of thailand.¬†this was easily one of my favourite cities that i had travelled to

after two days too short in pai we headed back to chiang mai, where we got some rest before doing a jungle trek the next day. you can’t hike these regions without a guide because a) you’re bound to get lost b) respect for the locals who have treaded lightly for who knows how many years.
the hike was an uphill battle but we were greeted with the warmth of a homestay when we finally arrived


probably the closest to the western world i had been in three months. it was bizarre to have seen such large shopping malls on one end of the city and bustling street vendors on the other.

bangkok’s beauty is in its temples. i wish i knew more about buddhism but i knew enough to step back and admire.


it’s a bit absurd to reflect on my travels a little more than two months after the fact. maybe i’ve been pushing off making this final blog post about the final stretch of my trip because i didn’t want to come to terms with the fact that this trip is over?

i don’t know when i’ll be back and the context that i’ll return with… but i can sum up my adventures as a 19 year old girl country-hopping through southeast asia as daunting, enthralling, captivating, exhausting, fulfilling.







north vietnam

north vietnam is mountains, ocean, sunshine, nature, nature, nature

i spent 10 days too short in hanoi and the surrounding region, encompassing halong bay, cat ba island, and sa pa.

HANOI is chaos (pure chaos)!!!! I thought walking the streets of phnom penh was difficult but the strategy to navigating the streets of hanoi is to close your eyes and put one foot in front of the other, alongside a hope for the best.

welcome to the chaos

not literally. but you do have to maintain a certain level of confidence – you can’t stop and hesitate to walk across the middle of the street – you’re more likely to get hit that way. although traffic is chaotic, i found that drivers are more considerate and will swerve around you (even if it seems like they’re coming at you at 60km/h). plus, most traffic is moto traffic and they can’t go faster than 30kmh in such a crowded city.

living in hanoi is expensive (1 million dong per square metre = 55 canadian dollars per square metre) but the food is cheap (40 thousand dong for a bowl of pho = 2 canadian dollars for a bowl of pho)

narrow streets and crammed alleys

the buildings in hanoi are built to be very tall because land is so expensive. families make the most of their space by running a business on the ground floor and living + renting the upper floors.

SA PA is serenity. there is nothing more simple and wholesome than living in the mountains and spending your days tilling the rice fields.

i am thankful to have had the opportunity to live with a homestay for the duration of my stay in sa pa. in sa pa, there are as many as 9 different ethnicities which call sa pa home, each with a distinct language.


i stayed with a h’mong family who have roots across china, laos, thailand and vietnam. they are expert trekkers in the hilly regions of sa pa (even in flip flops).


a h’mong

village lives revolve around the rise/fall of the sun and meals. wake up to the crow of the rooster, make breakfast. tend to the farm animals. eat lunch. till the rice paddies. eat dinner. sleep when the sun does.

h’mong people have been able to retain their culture whilst welcoming curious tourists into their homes. it’s a facet of tourism that brings in sustainable income to families who have formerly depended on solely the rice fields to earn a living.


with my homestay, Lu Thi, on our way back to the town of Sa Pa

HALONG BAY is a magical place filled with as many rock formations as there are tourists. (which means there are a lot)

i think this experience was the closest i’ll get to luxury in the next 10 years or so-
i’m not sure when i’ll be able to afford jumping off boats into the pacific again.


my night on cat ba island was spent trying to find out what it’s like to live as a viet youth. my friend ray and i saw a few jumping off the pier into the water below, so we joined. we also tried to follow crowds of teens on tandem bikes pedalling to the beach, but got there a bit too late and probably missed the party.

the best thing about travelling is doing what the locals do. immersing yourself in the culture is difficult (especially when you don’t speak the language or look the part) but it’s worthwhile when you end up doing cool things not listed on tripadvisor or yelp.


*** honourable mention goes to my good friend raymond flores, who i somewhow convinced over snapchat to join me and bought his ticket the week before

last stretch through cambodia

Two weeks ago, my internship with Clear Cambodia came to an end. The final days at work had been a whirlwind of chaos. I had quickly come to the realization that the tangible experiences I had with my colleagues – be it in the menstrual hygiene training we conducted together or in the drinks we shared after work ‚Äď were numbered.

The narrative of ‚Äėthe community taught me more than I could ever teach the community‚Äô is incredibly common among people who participate in development projects abroad. This is particularly true for voluntourism trips where the focus is on changing the mindset of the individual completing the trip abroad rather than the impact they leave on the community.

I didn‚Äôt want to fall into this clich√© out of fear that it would take away from the authenticity of my experience. Maybe that‚Äôs just a euphemism for my pride. Professionally, I came to Cambodia to use my skills to help the community. As long as I could complete my project, train staff, and leave an impact on the beneficiaries ‚Äď I could consider the trip a success. But by the end of 12 weeks I had set my superiority complex aside and became a beneficiary as well (quite literally in fact – I drank their filtered water day in and out of the office).

I‚Äôve been travelling throughout southeast asia and I haven‚Äôt spent more than 72 hours in one city. and amidst the hustle of backpacking through cultures i haven’t stopped to thoroughly understand, i reflect on the humility, passion, and dedication that has convinced my former colleagues to devote their lives to making their country a better place.


I ended off my Cambodian journey with visits to the infamous Tuol Sleng Genocide Museum and the Killing Fields. I know… I lived in the country for three months and I had only visited during my last weekend there. but it wasn’t a trip I¬†wanted to do by myself, so I spent the past three months in a self-directed crash course on Cambodian history instead – reading novels, watching documentaries and spending afternoons in the archives of documents from the Khmer Rouge.

I didn’t take many photos at either site. to begin, Tuol Sleng is likened to Auschwitz because it too, was the site of a genocide. I don’t have many words to describe the experience. a certain silence consumes you when you’re strapped to an audio guide and perusing through the former classrooms that were remodelled into torture rooms, when you notice there are still blood stains on the walls, when you see the photos of the inmates and realize that they can’t be much older than you are, when you meet the survivors at the exit of the museum and they show you their scars.

The Killing Fields – despite the brutality in its name – exuded a sense of closure rather than further sadness. I am not undermining the events that took place there. but the fields are lush and the grass grows green despite being the unmarked burials of thousands of cambodians. it is as if nature is reclaiming itself and making beauty of a place that was once hell.

it was a heavy day to say the least. and I could not fathom how the people i had met during my three months in the country could remain so kind and loving after a painful history of colonization and civil war.

the dichotomy in that weekend was that i spent the next day playing laser tag with a few other expat friends. it is such a privilege to be able to cross from one end of the emotional spectrum to the other, simply by visiting different sites and attractions that the city has to offer. i know that for many many many cambodians the events of the past still haunt them – and all i can do to pay my respects is look from the outside, in.

week 11

as the weeks wind down i’ve been slacking on the blog posts… but i’ve been spending more time reflecting in conversation with people rather than on paper. i have slowly been recognizing that it’ll probably be the last time i do certain things for a while (things as trivial as buying food from the street vendor close to my house, to things of more sentimental value like spending time with Cambodian friends i probably won’t see for awhile)
so i’ve made more of an effort to be present, physically

ho chi minh

Two months ago, I made the rookie mistake of getting the wrong visa upon arrival… so three weeks ago I had to take an impromptu trip across the border to Vietnam.

the visa i got only permitted me to stay in the country for a maximum of two months and once those two months were up, i had to leave the country or face a fine of $10 a day for overstaying (yikes!!)

thankfully, Saigon (also known as Ho Chi Minh) is a 6 hour and 9 dollar bus ride away from Phnom Penh so I was able to make a weekend trip out of the ordeal.

Saigon City Hall

It was stunning to compare the infrastructure of Saigon and Phnom Penh.¬†for one, I realized how much I missed exploring by foot. in Phnom Penh, you’re safer off riding a motorcycle than walking because sidewalks are non existent !!! so it was really nice to spend the weekend walking around without having to worry if someone would run me over.

at suoi then theme park. many of the monuments here are buddhist-inspired – the red ribbons are ‘wishes’ that people tie to the tree after paying their respects

although i love Cambodia’s tuktuks, it was also nice to have other forms of public transport. bargaining for a tuktuk in Phnom Penh can be a pain and being harassed by idle drivers lined along the streets will never fail to annoy me, so being able to call an uber in Saigon and take the bus felt like a luxury.

needless to say i fell in love with Saigon and its hip cafes, banh mi, and bun rieu. i spent a lot of my time trying to find the best iced coffee and people watching behind my book and sunglasses (the seniors do some pretty impressive aerobics in the local parks)



i’ve found myself escaping the city every weekend and two weeks ago the destination was kirirom national park for a cycle/hike through the countryside


fun fact only 10 of us ended up finishing the whole cycle haha

as we suited up for our cycle, the contrast between the locals and the foreigners could not have been more clear hahaha
despite the stifling 30+ degree heat, the locals covered every inch of exposed skin. yet here i was wearing shorts and a tank top, well-aware of how unforgiving the sun can be.
I sweat profusely when doing the smallest amount of physical activity, so my options were either: a) cover up and drown in sweat or b) risk sunburn but stay cooler with breathable clothes. i chose the latter and now i have quite the farmers tan (but no sunburn, so no regrets!!)
by the end of the 30km cycle across unpaved road my legs were covered in nature’s bronzer.

the roads that we took don’t get many foreigners ( let alone foreigners on bikes). so every time we passed a home, flurries of kids raced out the door to catch a glimpse of us and scream “HELLO!!!!!”

we spent the night at a homestay in chambok village, a community centred around eco-tourism. at first i was a bit wary of the accommodations because it advertised itself using buzzwords such as ¬†“sustainable tourism” and “interaction with village life”.

but the trip completely exceeded my expectations Рnowhere along the trip was i forced to pose as a westerner among village folk and i am incredibly grateful to have had such an authentic experience. it was really nice to play soccer with their kids and learn how to chop up a coconut without being given special/preferential treatment.

many in the area earn an income through this model of eco-tourism. most families serve as homestays but some individuals work as hiking or cycling guides. compared to the former industries of charcoal and firewood trading, touring around visitors by foot or bike is definitely a lot kinder to the environment. and seeing how beautiful the surrounding environment was justifies why they made the switch in industry.


the best places to escape to are the ones that you can’t find on tripadvisor. i spent this past weekend on the coastal town of kep, about 2.5 hours south of phnom penh. from there i travelled with some friends to a small island about 15 minutes away. the weekend was plagued with rain but it was in good company… so i didn’t snap any photos (out of safety, especially when i needed one hand to grip onto the boat and the other hand to grip onto my lifejacket lol)


three months have flown by and i’m ready to leave but i also long to stay.. such is the paradox of travelling i guess, especially for long periods of time.

week 7-8 ish

most used words/phrases in my journal since i’ve been here:

  • thankful
  • sweaty
  • i don’t know what food this is but it tastes really good

heat exhaustion and food poisoning are probably knocking at my door but i’d like to think that i’ve built up an #immunity (unfortunately not to bug bites)

Siem Reap 

two weekends ago i took a trip up to the city of Siem Reap, home to the Angkor temples. it’s about a 6 hour drive from Phnom Penh (not including selfie stops and lunch breaks)

Angkor W(h)at?
on the way to Angkor wat

Asian history isn’t exactly part of the school curriculum back home so the bits and pieces of it that i’ve accumulated growing up can be attributed to my dad, who’s a Filipino history buff. in a nutshell, Filipinos were colonized by spaniards who brought religion, government, and structure to largely nomadic, peasant farmer lifestyles. thus i’ve always been under the pretense that Southeast Asia historically lacked the civilization of their European counterparts… but seeing the former city of Angkor quickly destroyed this idea

in the 12th century the city of Angkor was home to over 1 million people (comparison: London, England had a meager population of 50 thousand)

humans have been really smart for a really long time and it astounds me to see that 250 square km of sandstone still stands 800 years later.

i attended a reading group where we discussed a novel written/photographed by two of the few Swedish communists who visited Angkor Wat prior to the khmer rouge regime (Angkor – an essay on art and imperialism). i was surprised to see how much i had in common with the lens of a Swedish communist (a sense of awe at the construction of Angkor and an appreciation of their ancient irrigation systems and hospitals). i think these traits are common to anyone from the west who visits the civilizations of the east, though

new playlist!

honourable mention goes to parekh and singh. indian indie is lit

Koh Kong

this past weekend I went up to Koh Kong, in hopes of doing a jungle trek through the cardamom mountains. unfortunately the implications of climate change are very real and this particular weekend was ridiculous in terms of rainfall.¬†although it is the midst of rainy season here in Cambodia, the locals noted that they haven’t had anything this intense in a long time. nonetheless it was amusing to see how it was still business as usual in the city lol

just another day trying to get to the market

our guide led us through the protected mangrove forests instead (they are one of the last in southeast asia). it’s hard to pick adjectives that describe the forest. they are beautiful but not in the traditional sense (the roots look like spider legs coming out of the water tbh) and the forest is dark and eerie but not scary or threatening by any means.

mangroves are magical – they can prevent coastal erosion and are home to tons of wildlife seeking refuge in their strange roots

the threats to the forest are complex: shrimp farming, charcoal production, and logging to name a few. the difficulty is in the fact that much of the population relies on the harvesting and selling of these resources to earn money. for a few years now, the area has attempted to shift the industry towards eco-tourism to conserve the forest which hundreds of species call home. i don’t know enough to comment on its success (or lack thereof?)

southeast asian poverty

poverty is real and it’s an endless cycle that some truly cannot escape. i’ve always believed in the philosophy that if you work hard enough you can achieve what you want. i’ve quickly learned that this only applies to the privileged few who already have the basic necessities of life covered (food, shelter, water, income). some people work inhumane hours and that is only enough to cover maybe one out of the few necessities above.

many poor people here will do meager jobs just to get by. in the mornings i wake to the sound of a bicycle horn – not to indicate traffic, but the passing by of a woman who collects used cans and containers to trade in for money. when parking your car, there are people who stand by and help out with positioning in exchange for a small tip. these jobs often involve long hours of standing (especially in unforgiving cambodian heat) all for a few dollars in a days’ work.

the population i take most pity on are children. while parking our car in siem reap, a kid (maybe 5 years old) ran in front, picked a candy to eat off the ground and tried to help us with our positioning. his dad quickly came over and scolded him for doing so. it was a pretty dangerous situation considering how small he was and how large our car was, but he clearly saw an opportunity to make some money and jumped on it.

i was a bit stunned because what exactly is the ethical solution in this scenario? if i gave the kid some money, would it have enticed him to continue to work on the streets? if i didn’t give the kid any money would he have continued to starve?

by the time i processed what was happening (not being able to understand khmer and relying on body language means i’m a bit slow) our group was already walking away towards the night market. i decided to walk away with them.

i could tell that the rest of our group was unfazed by this occurrence but¬†living here means you become numb to events like this i guess. and the same can be applied back home in canada where i’m just as guilty of walking by homeless people perched on the street with an empty coffee cup. poverty manifests itself in different ways all over the world and i’m still struggling to figure out how i can best work towards combatting it.


missing events at home

an inevitable part of moving away is that life back home isn’t put on pause – even in my absence, babies will be born and birthdays will be celebrated (shocking! lol)

but it is such a privilege to find a sense of family in new places and i am so thankful for the warmth i have been welcomed with. ūüôā


more often than not i find myself in awe at all this country has offered me. with this i think there is a moral responsibility to learn of its history, its uprising, its recovery.¬†because there is no way that i could be enjoying deep fried banana fritters made by a local street vendor or dancing to cambodian pop songs with new friends if it weren’t for the millions of people who were here before me

recognizing this also evokes a sense of guilt. i have lived in canada for the entirety of my life but how much do i know about indigenous culture? my roots are in the philippines but what do i know of the country? and despite the fact that i cannot answer these questions with confidence i still call these places home….

understanding the history of a place is essential to community development. maybe if i am fortunate enough to pursue opportunities in these places i will feel the same sense of urgency to learn of their history. but for now i am a filipino-canadian in cambodia, working, struggling, and trying to figure out how i can contribute my skills to communities which need them.

week 5

Today’s character development took place in the form of killing a cockroach for the first time. If anyone can inform me of the purpose they serve in this world then I will gladly capture a cockroach and release it outside the next time I see one but otherwise, i’m going to keep killing them because they’re gross and terrifying

really kind people

i’ve been lucky enough to gain access to a bicycle thanks to my homestay – otherwise it would have sat and collected dust so she was pretty happy to hand it over to me.

unsurprisingly both tires were flat when i got my hands on it so i wandered the streets trying to get my bike fixed. i don’t know any relevant buzz words like “bike” “air” or “tire” so i started off by flagging down people on bikes and pointing at my tire. which didn’t work and i got confused/disgusted/offended faces in return

somehow i made my way over to a random autoshop and after making the same gestures, the staff were able to understand my problem. 3 guys came rushing and wielded a plethora of items: a black pipe, an air pump and a lighter.

they quickly got to work and i would never have guessed that filling a tire with air could have been so complicated! i don’t think they did either, in all honesty. i tried to document what they were doing for further maintenance of my own but they were moving so fast and it looked like they were making steps along the way.¬†at one point they ran into a problem and one of the guys left the shop on his moto with the valve piece for my bike and came back 5 minutes later, holding it in hand. i have no idea what he did with it or where he went but by the end of the ordeal i had two pumped tires and 3 khmer guys patting themselves on the back for a job well done.


other cool people

there aren’t many places for locals and expats to come together in the city mainly due to the superiority/inferiority complex. khmers feel inferior to foreigners who come to visit their country and some foreigners¬†are guilty of acting exclusively and refraining from interaction with locals.

one area¬†where these groups do indeed overlap is in sport but i’ve also found a free¬†khmer class that’s pretty cool¬†– once a week, local volunteers teach eager foreigners street khmer and we all head for out for dinner afterwards.

it’s been really comforting to share the struggle of the language with other expats. the volunteers are ridiculously patient (even after repeating a word for the 10th time… and i repeat it back… only for them to say it sounds nothing alike lol) and dinner afterwards is always filled with good conversation.


i went to an edm night at a club the other night and it honestly reminded me that it doesn’t matter where i am in the world but i really can’t stand edm lmao

so in the meantime i’ve been listening to good music to compensate. i’ve been vibing with¬†the soul revival in recent years



this is another playlist of songs that sounds good when you put them together. mainly r&b but also alternative indie

asian beauty standards

my homestay’s cousins own a beauty salon and they conveniently live next door to us; aside from the $2 mani-pedis i’m spoiled with, they offer plenty of other services you’d find in a salon in canada. so every morning the familiar scent¬†of flat irons and¬†shampoo wafts through our garage but one scent¬†that was quite foreign to me was that of skin bleach (!??!)

it’s not like liquid bleach per se but there are many brands and it usually comes in the form of a cream that you apply all over your body. you have to sit and wait for it to do its magic and after a few applications you’re noticeably whiter than you were when you started.

in southeast asian countries, tanned skin implies that you spend your days doing long hours of manual labour under the unforgiving sun. fair skin implies that you’re privileged enough to spend your days indoors with air conditioning, without a need to step outside at all. unfortunately, this association of fair skin with wealth and dark skin with poverty dominates asian beauty standards.

the sight of long sleeves and pants in 35 degree weather isn’t surprising to me anymore, nor are the masses of skin bleaching creams put for sale at the market. arguably, the equivalent can be said in north america where tanning beds and bronzing products are just as commonly found.

to each their own, i guess- ¬†i’m all for women doing whatever they want to be content with themselves. but the dangers of unsafe and unregulated chemical bleaching processes are very real and it makes me sad to think that some women are willing to risk undergoing¬†them¬†to feel beautiful

but regardless here are some awesome women who don’t need to bleach their skin to feel pretty!!! (homestay + her friends & cousins)


being useful at work

expanding public health in a developing country is difficult. attempting to do so without inherent knowledge of the culture, tradition, and lifestyle of the regions being studied is even moreso challenging. but in the past few weeks i have found that my role can be useful to a local organization (!!)

Clear Cambodia originally began as a non-profit with the sole purpose of providing water filters to households in rural Cambodia. fast forward about 20 years later and the organization has grown to recognize that providing clean water is a complex issue that needs both software (like hygiene education for communities) and hardware (water filters, latrines, handwashing stations) to remain sustainable.

i’m lucky to have a combination of both theoretical and practical experiences at work. in the past few weeks i’ve spent most days in the office, developing the workshops staff will use to teach students about basic hygiene principles. i’ve also spent some days in the province, observing staff teach these workshops and understanding how effective they are in drilling down the knowledge.

a few things i’ve learned:

  • the importance of evidence-based¬†curriculum

students¬†won’t care if there’s no evidence to back up the claims you might make. “why do we need clean water?? why can’t i just pee and poop in the middle of the field??” and as silly as these questions might seem, for students in rural Cambodia they are valid and quite common.

i’ve done a fair bit of research on the transmission of bacteria from feces -> food and the different types of e.coli lurking in our water. needless to say that all of this evidence is pretty gross and¬†reading the facts alone is motivation enough to wash your hands and use the toilet properly.

when i used to teach climate change workshops in high school i took a similar approach: present the students with the facts first and then convey the implications of how it affects them personally. simply put, it triggers students into taking action so i’m hoping it’ll be effective when Clear Cambodia pilots the curriculum

  • community-led total sanitation (CLTS)

formally, this is a process of changing the attitude of a community so that the initiative to live hygienically comes from themselves, rather than from the NGO. the concept still requires the NGO to introduce evidence surrounding the issue at hand but once the information is provided, the focus is on leadership that stems from the villagers themselves.

in Clear Cambodia’s case, the staff introduce water, sanitation and hygiene (WASH) issues at a prominent location in the community, such as a local pagoda or village leader’s home. from there, the village leader is encouraged to continue to host open discussions where anyone can learn more about WASH and steps to take to combat these issues. if enough community members are interested, the village leader then takes the initiative to collaborate with Clear Cambodia on installing water filters, latrines, and education programs in their community.

the problem with some NGO projects is that they fail to address this concept. as a result, community members don’t feel attached to the importance of the project and often abandon whatever assets they may have received. seeing this first-hand (abandoned water filters from other aid organizations, for example) has made me realize how important it is to emphasize community ownership. it’s not feasible to enter a community, drop off a water filter with some instructions and walk away. the community needs to feel a moral responsibility to the issue at hand: for example, if a community feels responsible for the water-borne sicknesses that their villagers may incur then they are more likely to invest in technology that will¬†improve their health.

this doesn’t happen overnight and it’s a process that doesn’t consist of the¬†same step-by-step approach every time. the basis is that as long as the community leads the motivation to access clean water and hygiene rather than hesitantly accepting an NGOs offer, the more successful it will be



i bought some sticky rice w/ lotus root wrapped in banana leaves (far right) and it was so good that i went back and took a picture of the vendor, sreyda. i promised her that i would share the photo with my friends so they too would buy from her (in broken khmer so here’s to hoping she understood) so if you’re ever in cambodia… she’s at the corner of st 218 and st 257 hahaha