Tale as old as time, song as old as rhyme.
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I Wrote a Prequel to Beauty and the Beast, and Here It Is.
A Precarious Pictorial on Pandanon Island
pre·car·i·ous
/prəˈkerēəs/
adjective
1. not securely held or in position; dangerously likely to fall or collapse.
2. dependent on chance; uncertain.
Okay, I know that seems like an odd title for a blog post, especially one that simply contains pictures of a slightly lumpy, wannabe-model chinita on a beach. Let me explain.
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Frugal Takes on Trends: Stripes
Most women I know are in the same predicament as I often am: I like looking good and I enjoy shopping for clothes, but I detest having to spend a lot of money on shopping.
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We Went to 10,000 Roses After Work on a Wednesday, and You Can Too!
(And my friends and I were even able to pick our island hopping boat in the process.)
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5 More Signs that Prove that Yes, I’m Now Old…er
I had my thirtieth birthday last month. That’s right. I am now thirty. THREE-OHHHH.
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What Is Blogging, Really?: An Excerpt from an Overthinking Blogger’s Existential Crisis
What am I? Am I a blogger? Really?
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Cold Weather Dressing: 3 Easy Layered Looks
When the cold winds blow, it’s time for layers to take the show!
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Help Me Fulfill a Heartfelt Christmas Wish!
Everyone, meet Samuel Grae. He’s a bundle of blessings and more, and this Christmas he and his parents have only one fervent wish: that he be given the opportunity to live a long, normal and healthy life.
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Can An Introvert Be Successful at Blogging?
A shaking bunch of nerves.
That’s basically what I was when I entered the Crown Regency Hotel for the 9th Best Cebu Blog Awards.
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90s Teen Movies with Outfits that Were Totally Bangin’
Despite my deep affinity for Stranger Things and all the awesome 80s concepts that that show is chock-full of, I am technically a 90s kid. I grew up to the cultural norms of the 90s. I rocked the platform sandals, squealed at the sight of pastel-colored clothes, listened intently as Clarissa explained it all and carefully read the profiles of each Backstreet boy on my cassette tape cover.
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