Age I was given: 15 by Ayeen Karunungan Where I lived: My childhood home in Cebu smelled of dust and cake ground into the parquet floors. Out front, bougainvilleas all but hid the front gate. The house itself was old and Spanish in style, with a dirty kitchen and a laundry area housed in a separate building in the back. This tiny structure was the … Continue reading Ow, My Back
The next time I go through a break-up, I’m calling him “my-everything-went-wrong”. Sounds better than “ex”. Source: copyranter.blogspot.com via Micheline on Pinterest [Clever insurance ad copy by Spillmann/Felser/Leo Burnett, Zurich] Continue reading You’re My Everything Went Wrong
Screw staying put. I’ve four plane tickets scheduled for January, (not counting the one I used to come back to Manila) (fine, two of those tickets are for return flights) and loads more trips planned for the rest of the year. You know how some people say that they have out-of-body episodes during particularly traumatic experiences? Well, I’d get transported to a foreign city – … Continue reading Don’t Stop To Smell The Roses
Inevitably, I drank too much, talked too much, smiled too hard, swallowed back too much bile. – Erica Jong Continue reading 2011 Kicked (My) Ass
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