I have a new pair of shoes! And it's one of the most beautiful shoes I've ever laid my eyes on. I know I don't need another one. Call it absurd , a weakness, a toxic trait, or whatever. But shoes do make me happy. Probably because I may have been healing from my "past tra…

Much has happened the past weeks. I don't even know where to begin. But I guess, I'll start with the news that we now have two feral toddlers to keep an eye on.  Our little girl, Isabel, turned one this month. And I know I have already said that we won't be traveling until she…

Yes, folks! I still play (with really long breaks in between). And yes, after 1,3xx hours, I am NOT YET DONE. I strongly believe that no Resident Representative (a.k.a Player 1), not one, has ever finished this game. I lost count on how many times I've tore down some parts of my islan…

I have been skinny for as long as I can remember. While I can devour a truckload of burgers and still not gain a pound, being cursed with a metabolism that burns up calories more quickly than I can eat isn't always a good thing.  I always had trouble finding clothes that fit me well. …

I remember it was summer of 2003 when I created my first blog. I did it out of the need to channel my inner Hulk who gets infuriated at life's slightest inconveniences into something rather creative. Then I got through that teenage angst phase and became mature (surprisingly). Started…

Perhaps I have not made it very obvious but I've said this before: I am addicted to boots —even if it is something I know I cannot wear regularly here in the tropics. Anyway, I finally got my very first Dr. Martens!  Hands down to the coolest, sickest, and most badass shoes I've e…

I don't remember the last time I wrote something serious.  And I think this post will be serious. And long. And unrelatable. And boring.  And... anyway.  Let me start this with our daily scuffle:

I am silently panicking. I never thought I'd experience a heartbreak far worse than a break up.

I grew up in an era where the concept of Wishlist  did not exist. In those days, whenever there was an "exchange gifts" during Christmas parties, the giver carried the burden of gift-giving—one that I carried ever since I started high school.