My big comeback was supposed to be about my Bali trip but it’s taking a bit longer to put that one together. How do I recover from my unexplained long absence? I guess with a bunch of gifs…
When I was young and naïve, I always thought life would have some sort of ceremony or a turning point that’ll explicitly mark the passage from bumbling teen to full-fledged adult. Like, I was 21 when I moved into my first condo and that could have been #mymoment… but my mom was paying for my rent. I started paying for my own rent at 25 and that could have been #mymoment… but my mom would still come over to clean my apartment. I’m fully financially independent now and maybe this is #mymoment… and does it really matter that I live with my mom???
When you’re a working adult, summer isn’t really anything special. It’s just like the rest of the year, but hotter and stickier. For as long as I remember, I’ve been spending the March-May months stuck in the city, grateful for the longer days but also wishing I could hie away to a destination that isn’t my office lol.
This year, I plan to do things differently. I’ve started watching what I eat and working out so I could at least trade in my sweaters for sundresses, and I’ve been plotting my vacation leaves so I could have a proper summer trip.
I think that at one point in our lives, we all entertained the thought of becoming an actor. I know I did! When I was younger, I wanted to be part of the Ang TV or 5 and Up cast (just gave away my generation there). Unfortunately for me, I was neither cute nor talented so I shelved away my showbiz dreams.
For home decor addicts, Pottery Barn is like the fields of Elysium. Anthropologie is like cloud nine. Even good-old-reliable Target offers some divine decorating delights. However, when your bank account is painfully empty, these heavenly locations transform into hellish temptresses trying to trick you out of your last remaining cash.