Into the Yellow Pad.

Incomparable yet craziest memento so far. Thanks Joyce 🙂

Ayala Lights

Live Deeply

*Note: Some phrases would be in Conyo as we like to use it. Hahahaha.

Being in Mandaluyong was memorable, exciting, fun, awesome, an adventure and all the common, positive adjectives that a person might think of. It was a new experience, as it was my first time to actually live far from home and have a place to call “dorm.” And it has also created its room in my heart that will forever leave me longing to go back.

But it wouldn’t be that awesome without the people i have lived with and now, i shall introduce, the Manda dormers.

1. Juju “Kardashian.” The one i usually laugh with in full volume at the most forbidden time of the night. Every child visible, she claims to be hers by calling them Junanix, Jakulet, Nicolette and other names formed when Jonnah and N** are combined. Sometimes, she appears to be a…

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Less Should, More Champagne

Truth and Cake

The first day of 2013 dawned beautiful, sunny and cold. Heading downstairs, I ran into a neighbour dressed in shorts and a T-shirt, carrying a thick paperback novel. “That’s strange,” I thought. “It’s a bit chilly to sit outside and read.”
We made small talk and, as he stepped out of the elevator waving his book, he chirped, “First day of the year. Headed to the gym. Took me all morning to get down here, but I’m going!”
Ahh, New Year’s Resolutions. The kind of optimistic insanity that makes a person saunter down to the gym in their street clothes. With a book in hand.
I’ve created my own list of resolutions every year since I was a pre-teen, filling pages of my journal with detailed assessments of the past year and lists of goals for the coming months. I’ve even made charts (dork alert).

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Beginning of the End

rambles about rambling


I have never been fond of being gifted flowers. I never found it to be something I enjoyed and always get so awkward about it. I’m not entirely sure why but that’s not the point. I have a wonderful boyfriend who enjoys buying them for me and have grown fond of how pretty they are and even more so when they are dying.


I always feel so bad about dumping these beautiful flowers, even more so when they’ve died. So, I decided to make my own potpourri. It’s lovely and smells all sorts of flowery. Image

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