obsessive obsessions

i simply can not get enough of these elaborately pretty and wonderfully poufy 50’s dresses. and they are not just regular dresses; they are for proms and parties and such. they’re all i stare at on eBay nowadays. lace? flowers? yes, please! of course, i will never actually buy one because a) where the hell…

the only way to beat traffic is to hop on a motorcycle

the memory card i use for my camera has decided to go corrupt-o on me. i was in the middle of resizing this set of pictures when they all just… disappeared. sigh. at least i managed to save these last ones in my flash drive. so i tried everything – everything – to change the…

i get it, i look like i’m in high school. what else you got?

the day after my “encounter” with el presidente, i got an assignment to go to the vice president‘s office for a press conference on illegal recruitment. to make the long story short, i approached him for a question and then he asked me “are you new? i haven’t seen you before.” so i said, yes,…

reporter’s notebook

i got a call from the office saying i had a 7pm assignment at the malacañan palace. i knew they had a dress code there (no jeans allowed!), so i asked my boss, can i wear a dress? he said, sure, and i was ecstatic. but then i chickened out. i feared that i would…

let’s ukay, baby

i first discovered second-hand stores early in high school. i was told that it was called ukay-ukay, like “hukay”, because you’ll have to literally dig your way into the clothes and hopefully come out with a hidden gem (or ten). Ukay-Ukay is Visayan for “sift through” or “dig up.” Up north the term is wag-wag,…

obsessive obsessions

the only way to beat traffic is to hop on a motorcycle

i get it, i look like i’m in high school. what else you got?

reporter’s notebook

let’s ukay, baby

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