Swatching Generation Happy Skin on morena skin!Read More
This afternoon, as I was eating a bowl of ramen, I couldn’t help but think—God, I love being Asian.
I mean, how can one NOT enjoy Asian cuisine, amirighttt? No one can deny how amazing the food in our side of the map is: Rice! Sinigang! Sushi! Laksa! And of course, MILK TEA!!!!!
One brand that has captured the hearts of many is Macao Imperial Tea. Everyone’s been raving about (and Instagramming) it, so I really wanted to try it out myself, to find out if it’s really worth the hype.Read More
I can still remember how my knees trembled as I stood on the edge, overlooking the valley, soaking it all in. The perfect gradient of pink, orange, and blue. The quiet skyline. The million-age rock formations standing still. Majestic. Wise. I was in love with Creation—how it made me finite and infinite at the same time. I remember whispering a two-word prayer in my head, over and over again: Thank You! Thank You! Thank You!Read More
Growing up, I never considered myself a “pretty girl”. I knew I looked average (or on good hair days, maybe even above average. Wink.)—but never crush-ng-bayan-worthy. Back in the day, there wasn’t Instagram yet—so my past time was spent flipping through teen magazines, admiring the models on the pages, wanting to be just like them. They were just like the crush ng bayan in our school. Fair and flawless, with long, straight hair and a pretty set of teeth. But I was none of those: I am dark-skinned, my hair is wavy, and before getting braces, I had a crooked smile with two prominent front teeth.
Imagine how low my jaw dropped when I found a pair of Yves Saint Laurent shoes on sale for only P3,000 ($57). One pair originally costs at least P30,000 ($566), so even though it’s been used before, it’s a really good deal!Read More
Love isn’t always butterflies, and sunshine, and twirling and dancing. Love isn’t always an Instagram-worthy picture. Sometimes, love is two people crying together, holding each other’s hands, asking Jesus to take the pain away because everything is just too much to bear. It’s withstanding storms. Accepting each other’s past. Having faith to move on. Together.Read More
A self-proclaimed UNIQLO couple (we often wear head-to-toe UNIQLO outfits!), Josh & I were so happy (delighted! ecstatic! overjoyed!) when we got passes to the exclusive preview of the upcoming collection . Keep reading to see this season’s hottest picks!Read More
You need “boring days” to appreciate the “exciting days”. Bland food to enjoy the scrumptious. Lonely days to look forward to connection. A creative block to feel the surge of ideas—the high that comes with a light bulb moment.Read More
Wearing glasses from one city to another wasn't the most comfortable experience. First, I had to remove my glasses every time I had my photo taken (I'm not a fan of seeing glare on my glasses, that's why I take them off in photos). Second, they're kind of a hassle to wear while in transit. In Europe, we had to hop (and run!) from one train to another, and walk, walk, and walk. Oftentimes, my glasses slipped off my nose—and sometimes, my glasses would even fog up!
Thank God I discovered the magic of single-use contact lenses.Read More
I often write to share stories—but on days like this, I write to remember.
Dear future self, this was what happened to you on July 26, 2018 at 6PM. I sincerely hope that by the time you’re reading this, you’re doing better. But if you’re not, it’s okay. Hang on. The sun will still shine bright tomorrow.Read More
I know—scrolling through your Facebook news feed during grad season is bittersweet. You see your close friends post their photos and success stories, and happy as you are for them (surviving college is no easy feat!), a part of you is sad because, well—you're disappointed. Hurt. And maybe even embarrassed. Because while they’re all moving on to the next chapter of life, there you are, sitting on a couch, feeling stuck, preparing yourself for another semester (or two..or three..or five..)Read More
Guess what? Today was a baaaaaaad day. I'm not going to delve into details as to why it was bad, but it just was.
Thankfully, Big Guys Pizza sent us a package, a big ass, 36-inch pizza—aka, today's lifesaver.Read More
As a little girl, I would always read bedtime stories about mothers who were sweet and gentle, so naturally, I thought that a mother’s love was just that: tender and warm and sweet. I grew up looking for those qualities in my mother, but I just ended up getting frustrated because she wasn’t what I wanted her to be. But now that I’m older, I’ve come to realize that each mom is different—each shows her love in different ways.
My mother shows hers by being strong and standing up for us. I will never forget the afternoon she held my hand during one of my harassment case hearings. She stormed into the city hall, with her chin raised high, exuding the statement—no one hurts my daughter! I was weak then, but she was strong. She was—and is—my rock. My anchor. My fortress. My sunshine. My mother.
By Hershey Neri
They say a woman’s touch
Is soft and gentle
Like a feather in the wind
—but not my mother’s.
She is not a lily in a field,
Basking in the spring sun,
Pretty but fragile.
She is an anchor,
Withstanding heavy storms.
A bamboo tree
Bending in the wind,
Resilient and wise.
She is the sunrise on a cliff,
She is the flash of lightning before thunder.
In pitch darkness, she is bold.
She is light.
She is as clever as she is careful,
as strong as she is beautiful.