The Adventures of SuperKhat ♥

Press(ured) Freedom

Fri, 03 May 2013 12:19:00 +0800

The Philippine Press is known to be one of the freest in Asia, with a constitutional guarantee of this freedom, no wonder journalists in the country are all out in covering, writing, and reporting the haves and have nots of the land.

Ironically, along with this freedom, being a Filipino journalist is also branded as a very dangerous job in the country. Sad to say, there is more than what is in Article 3 Section IV of our Constitution, for almost everyone can see, hear, and feel what the real thing is behind the shots on the screen and ink on the paper.

As the so-called “fourth estate,” one of the journalists’ philosophies is to hold institutions and individuals accountable to whatever they did, doing, or will do. Journalists are branded as the watchdog in the society. But then, given the situation in the country, and as being the number three most dangerous place for journalists to live in—next to Iraq and Somalia, which are warzones—it seems like, the watchdog is being the one watched. Where is the freedom in that?

Restrained only by laws in libel and sedition, the Philippine Press, by the book, seems to be free. Free to give voice to the voiceless; free to serve as the much-needed surveillance; free to set the country’s agenda; free to criticize and comment; and free to do just about everything else in between. Indeed, looking at the surface, the watchdog is doing what it is supposed to do—to give the bark and the bite. But looking deeper, the watchdog that endlessly barks and bites is not free at all. Looking on its neck, a leash is tied upon it, restraining it from doing something that is beyond its limit.

The leash that controls the watchdog is, who else, but its masters. Media entities, such as TV stations, radio stations, and newspapers, are controlled by its owners and publishers. Now, this is the covert way of restraining the freedom of the press: censorship by friendship.

Unknown to many, most of the media outlets in the country are controlled mostly by the elite. The Lopezes of ABS-CBN, the Gozon’s of GMA7, the Pangilinan’s of TV5, the Yap’s of Manila Bulletin, the Gokongwei’s, the Razon’s, the Go’s, and so many more, these media bigwigs, somehow, control what must and must not be broadcasted and published. They have a say to every word that will be and will not be out; they can set what should and should not be in the public’s attention; they can make or break a person in just a snap; they can sway every string of words, every camera shots, into their own agenda.

With that, are the journalists free to express themselves? Are they free to write anything without thinking what their proprietors will say? Are they free to publish and broadcast stories which interlock with their employers’ interests? I don’t’ think so.

I believe, the Philippine Press is not at all free. Freedom of expression in the country is like freedom of expressing the selective truth. In one way or another, journalists are restrained from full disclosing fact and data; journalists are discreet from saying what is really needed by the public, for media owners, journalists should only say what is wanted by the public—if it sells, you’re in, if not, then you’re out. As they say, business is business.

There is no such thing as “Freedom of the Press” when journalists are being hit in their ample pockets. Who cares about fairness, responsibility, credibility, objectivity, when as a human being, the money that they get from their jobs is more important? Sad to say, for some, it is much better to lose their ethics than to lose their humble paychecks, to lose their jobs.

As young media practitioners, as young journalists, we can definitely make a change. Cliché as it may sound; we are the hope of the Philippine Press. As early as being in the academe, as fresh as the new graduates, we must be the one thinking and believing. Yes indeed, it is hard to change the culture, the way the media is. But I believe, through one stroke, one shot, we can change the world. Practice ethics, know the responsibilities. As much as we can, we must be objective—no sides, no strings attached, “trabaho lang walang personalan” when it comes to reporting and writing the news. I know, it won’t sell, it won’t land us an envious place in the industry, but hey, I believe, this fulfillment is better than any financial rewards.

No pressure, though, just expressing.

Happy Press Freedom Day! :)

Photo

Sun, 14 Apr 2013 17:21:00 +0800

Mania

Sun, 14 Apr 2013 17:10:11 +0800

I crave

the gentle breeze

of your whispers in my ear

to sink so sweetly into the flesh

down my neck

on my lips

across my shoulder blades

inside my palms

on my wrists

over my hips

behind my knees

inside my thighs

into my heart.

040313: Annyeong haseyo! The Don-Day Despedida. Spent Lei’s last...

Mon, 08 Apr 2013 14:59:53 +0800

040313: Annyeong haseyo! The Don-Day Despedida. Spent Lei’s last day in the country stuffing our mouths with Korean food goodness. Hulaan niyo kung sinong missing in action. No group pic! Tsk. The emotional set of friends. We miss you already Lei! :(

I can’t finish this poem by Breathe Easy Honey I think you deserve happiness in the form of cupcakes...

Fri, 05 Apr 2013 12:30:44 +0800

I can’t finish this poem

by Breathe Easy Honey

I think you deserve happiness

in the form of cupcakes and lavender;

bonfires and scavenger hunts.

I want you to search for what

you’ve been missing and find

a collections of hearts from secret admirers

from grade twelves and even preschool.

I want you to know that you’re amazing

and think that the universe was made for you.

Even if it wasn’t.

I want you to think that you’re

important enough for that to be a possibility.

So calm down with the hostility.

Because even when tired truths come out of my mouth

instead of regular yawns and yet

I can’t blurt out that I love more

that your lips, well,

I want you to know that I think you’re special.

A little bit more than incredible

and equally unforgettable

there are nights when it rains in my dreams.

And without seeing I know that my insides

want the tears to flow outside of my body for once

but I hold them in.

Suppressing the pain of not letting you in

and losing you to a fear of abandonment.

I wonder if you would have left me

if I let you figure out the hard way that

my heart isn’t on a map.

You can’t find any trace of it sometimes

you just have to know where to look.

You won’t find it in the form of I love you’s

but maybe it’s me giving you my favorite book.

Anyways, I think you deserve happiness in the form

of ice-cream and video games.

Anything that takes the pain away

from a girl who doesn’t know the rules

to the games she plays

who doesn’t even realize that

she’s in the middle of a round.

I take you around and around and i’m sorry.

We should have listened when I said I was the worst choice

for everything.

And I still think you deserve happiness in the form of

cloudless skies and elbows touching and eliciting an electrical

charge that goes right to our hearts.

I think you deserve happiness in the form of a healthy snack with lots of protein.

I think you deserve happiness in the form of something

that doesn’t include me.

All Hail the Princess! ♥

Tue, 19 Mar 2013 09:13:37 +0800

March 3 to 5 at Puerto Princesa, Palawan, with Tessa, Salei, Chx, and Miko. Swam with the jellyfish, rode a taxi-cle, rode a motorbike with a stranger, climbed a mountain, 800 meters zipline, got lost, partied all night, swam with the waves, ate Tamilok and Crocodile Bicol Express, rubbed elbows with the foreign tourists, shopped ‘til we dropped, explored the sureal Underground River, fell in love with Puerto Princesa’s people and places! :)

DAY 1:

Yes, it’s my first ever plane right. That’s my puke bag over there.

“Ang tagal naman sumasakit na tyan ko sa kaba. Wait, CR lang.”

Welcome! Here’s our humble abode, Josefina’s Pension Inn. Their staff are very friendly and accommodating. They’ll assist you in every way that they can. Plus, the place is really nice, too! With big umbrellas and tables and chairs outside, spacious rooms, and many more!

My first taxi-cle ride. Yep, no jeepneys, taxis, or buses around. Just taxi-cles and shuttle services. Aaaah, no traffic jams, lavet.

See? Very bionic tricycles-slash-taxis!

First day: Swimming at a nearby beach! Was welcomed by this view. Pristine Beach, P20 entrance fee. Not bad. Except that there is a jellyfish swimming with us. Hoho. *runs fast to the shore*

Before the jellyfish incident.

So we decided to explore the island instead. Hello from Chx and I!

Syempre di kumpleto ang beach trip kung walang pagddrama.

At jumping shot.

By dinnertime, we walked and walked around the city and found this cutesy place called Bilao and Palayok.

Very nice interiors and very nice food! We ordered the Bilao Boodle Feast for 5. Plus 2 plates of rice. Yes, we were that hungry. And yes, it’s so yummy that I’m craving for these fresh seafood right now (drools).

After that, since it was Puerto Princesa’s Balayong Festival (founding anniversary of the City of Puerto Princesa, we went at the Baywalk to see what’s up. And voila, bands! Live bands!

And rows of foodums and liquors. Attackkkk!

Cheers to Puerto Princesa Day 1!

Day 2:

Day 2 is Underground River Tour! Woke up early and prepared for our trip. Inside the shuttle with our other tourmates.

Stopped by at a souvenir shop. Pichur pichur!

Guys, don’t worry, I got a map. We’ll never be lost.

Uhm, guys help. Mukhang nawawala na tayo. *nosebleed*

Finally, we found our way to this jaw-dropping paradise. Hello Sabang Beach!

Of course, a Sabang Beach trip wouldn’t be complete without experiencing their 800 Meters Zipline!

After 150 feet of trekking, here we go, all geared up! Thanks Nivea for keeping our sun-kissed glow (choz).

Yep, from here to there. 800 meters + 150 feet = Scaredy-Khat.

So after Miko, Salei, and Chx, off we go. So there’s me, and Tessa. Scared to jump alone e. Hihi. *Down the ride ‘til the very end, is me and my best friend, me and my best friend…”

Yours truly, Chx, and Salei, zipline aftermath.

Of course, we must take a dip at Sabang’s ever-famous beach! Nakikidip sa Sheridan Shores!

Next stop: Underground Riverrr!

On our way to one of the 7 Wonders of the World! Yes, my skin’s so red I love it.

Monkeys, Palawan Monitor Lizard, tourists, and this bunch of kids. Ready to conquer the river!

Here we cooome!

And we’re off! (No inside Underground River pictures, for we were too absorbed by the funny tour guide’s hirits, plus of course, the wonder of the place! )

Later that night, we went at Kinabuchs Grill and Bar.

And here’s our order! Presenting, Crocodile Bicol Express. Yep, it’s crocodile. surprisingly, it taster like pork, just a little bit chewier and tastier.

And ta-da, Palawan’s ever-famed Tamilok (wood worm). Uhm, tastes fishy, slimy, woody, no words to describe it. Feels like I’m literally eating a wet market. Lol.

After that we explored Puerto Princesa’s nightlife, off to Tiki Bar!

We are the Tiki girls, he is the Tiki boy…

Day 3:

….

And that’s it! Such a wonderful vacay with these wonderful people. We didn’t take any pictures during the third and last day for we were busy checking out their market, souvenir shops, shopping! See you next adventure!

♥Khat

Palawan Phone Photo Stash

Thu, 07 Mar 2013 14:08:39 +0800

Puerto Princesa through my BB’s eyes. Don’t expect high-quality photos here, just memorable parts of the trip.

First plane ride, 800 meters 150 feet zipline, motorcycle ride with a stranger, fluffy creatures, mountains, boats, best friends, Wonder of the World, hangovers, patterns. Aaaah, more pics to come!

♥ Khat

♥

Thu, 14 Feb 2013 15:16:08 +0800

This set of pictures was photographed by Ryan Pineda. A stray, crazy cat looking for a home last year, when a superhero wannabe, by chance, saved him. And because I love looking at his works, I want it on my Adventures.

_____________________

Standing together in the middle of the field

Sunshine fills the surroundings

Crossing paths exchanging words

Taking the plunge, embracing the beat

Everything around is blossoming into something

As we are blooming along with the greens

And dancing along with the breeze

Space and time seem to cease to exist

When I’m in your arms, your touch lingering my spine

Side by side we watch the world go round

And silently we savor the sound

Of our hearts in a trance.

_____________________

Yes, I know it’s so mainstream, overrated in fact, but hey, here’s to a cheesy clingy Heart’s Day! Cheers! ♥

*Text by yours truly

Close your eyes and drift away Let the sun’s rays take you there

Tue, 05 Feb 2013 17:46:28 +0800

Close your eyes and drift away

Let the sun’s rays take you there

Junkyard Journeys

Tue, 05 Feb 2013 09:16:00 +0800

Junkyard Journeys

So funny that I got sick last week just when the Meningococcemia...

Sun, 03 Feb 2013 20:01:00 +0800

So funny that I got sick last week just when the Meningococcemia scare hit a certain place in Marikina, and just when volunteers from DOH and World Vision went house to house and asked people to get vaccine-ed for Tubercolosis. Which made my situation worse that my family house arrested me for days, that I can’t even go to work. But don’t panic, just had fever, allergic rhinitis, threw tons of tissues in the trash, and swallowed meds of different shapes and sizes. Ta-da, now I’m okay! Never been this excited for Monday! Bye drugssss! ♥

Get Lashed: The Eyelash Extension Salon

Fri, 01 Feb 2013 12:26:00 +0800

If you have small, little chinky eyes like mine, I know, I know, you are probably wishing for bigger ones. The expression, “batting your eyelashes” doesn’t seem to have that effect on you that instead, you end up with the expression “rolling your eyes.”

And yes, admit it, we have the same best friend whenever we get desperate for those more expressive eyes.

Meet my eyelash extensions, which I always have a hard time putting on. That’s why I only use some when I have too much time to waste. Especially when you have a 9AM to 6PM job, it’s a lot harder to doll-up! Top it off with commuting, traffic jams, and all, prepping up becomes a task.

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Saturdate with two of my best-est UE friends, Stef and...

Sun, 27 Jan 2013 15:01:55 +0800

Saturdate with two of my best-est UE friends, Stef and Paul!

Pigged-out at Giligan’s, savored yummy sweets at Blushing Cupcakes, and got wasted at Padi’s Point. Two towers, three friends. Was a wet and wild night, literally, for our first tower came crashing down with all its Zombie goodness straight to us. Planned to take off our clothes, aaah, if only it was allowed. Lol. Not much pictures for we were having too much fun. Love these two to bits! More to come! <3

Dear Khat, I know you miss me. Well, I miss you, too. I miss...

Wed, 23 Jan 2013 14:35:00 +0800

Dear Khat,

I know you miss me.

Well, I miss you, too.

I miss your foot-looseness. You being homeless. Your wild, free spirit that used to fill my now empty world. While you are there feeling the cold breeze from the air-conditioning, sitting comfortably, pouring your thoughts for that copy, here I am, waiting for you to come back.

Do you remember when you used to walk and walk with me? Nobody can stop us then. No, not even the rain, not even your empty wallet.

You walked miles and miles, smiling under the sun, watching people pass by, looking at the signs, admiring the view, taking pictures, immortalizing the places and faces with your unreliable memory.

Do you miss the vendors you used to be friends with at Recto? The people who told you stories and inspired you for your articles then? The striving mother who sells newspapers and gives you free Lala Chocolate every time you chat with her? How about the Fishball Cart owner who said that she wished her child was as sunshiny as you? The helper who smiled at you whenever you act like a child? The woman who confessed that she sells herself just to pay for her tuition? The man who makes a living out of dead bodies? They never forgot about you, they still wait for your out-of-this-world questions, your one-of-a-kind opinions, they are still willing to answer, they are still willing to listen.

Do you miss those street children along McDo Commonwealth? The kids who chatted with you for hours, who shared their dreams of finishing school and helping their families? They asked you to buy their sampaguitas, yet you did not. But they still thanked you, hugged you for the time you gave them. Do you remember how you inspired them through your stories? You promised to teach them, to help them with their school work. You spent a week with them. But after that, you had a full-time job, and never came back. They still wait for you at the footbridge. Every night. Just as you promised.

Do you remember the street were you slept on? The dirty, cemented road that you stained with tears from laughing so hard and sweat from playing pretend basketball? People stared at you, wondering if you were high or something. But you never cared. You were afraid to go home for it was late, so late for a sophomore college student then. During that time, that street became your home. Your scarf became your comforter, and your backpack your pillow.

Do you remember your Quiapo Fridays? When you explored every shop around the famous church? When you discovered that Cytotec offers more that treating ulcer? When you found out that private parts can be uhm, enlarged, tightened, pinked, and more? When you were so amazed by the titles of the films that vendors secretly offer? When every street food was heaven to your taste buds? When a moment of silence inside the church made you forgot the thoughts of not passing your Algebra and PE subjects? Do you miss the ironic world outside that blessed place?

Do you remember the aspiring writers you used to teach? Those young minds that are full of dreams. With their eyes glowing, they look up to you as you murder their articles with your red pen. They asked you for your advises, your angles. They read your works and make you kilig. They followed your words religiously. Asked you to graduate fast and apply as their professor. The only thing that reminds them of you, the school paper, too bad, is gone for now. Just as when you graduated, the pages of the paper became blank.

Do you remember when you used to travel back and forth Antipolo? You stayed there for days, with no water to use to brush your teeth, and clean your bod. You were always ready. People give you five seconds to think if you’ll go with them, and they never get disappointed. You were a “Yes Girl.” You bought underwear at a convenience store, even shared a toothbrush with someone. Do you remember that it was during your spontaneous Antipolo moment where the jeepney that you’re in hit a man in a motorcycle? That was your first time to see an unconscious man lying on the street, covered with blood. That was supposed to warn you to stop being unpredictable, and to go home, but you never did. You still went, spent nights, borrowed shirts from your man. You stayed under the stars, sat down the parking lot, and felt free.

Do you remember the way you puke around waiting sheds? Or the way you danced across the street? Do you remember when you used to go in and out every LRT Station? Or the way you put your bag in front of you upon seeing a suspicious person following you? Do you remember the stares you got from walking around that place full of blinking lights? Or the calls you got from being alone around Cubao? Do you remember the words that you uttered? Your endless enthusiasm to get answers? Your lively legs that never got tired? Your sunshiny smile that boosts others morale? You used to talk and walk nonstop then. Ah. Those were the days.

You know what Khat, stories are still there. They miss you wandering eyes, your curious stares. They miss your style, they miss your stringing of words. I am writing to you today, because I want you to know that it is never too late. No, don’t ever say that you don’t have enough time because you do. You may be working your ass off the whole day. You may be tired from commuting and copy editing. But hey, I know, deep down inside that stressed and depressed you is the adventurer: the adventurer that used to traverse my road, the adventurer who’s opinions I am scared of, the adventurer who’s up for anything, the adventurer who I fell in love with.

Live Khat. Put on your other adventure flats (which I believe, you have many now because you’re working and have money to buy anything you want!). Highways are waiting for your footsteps, alleys are waiting to be explored, paths are waiting to be discovered. Places are still there for you to see, faces are still there to tell their stories. The sun is out there, in its shining glory, willing to embrace you.

I miss your adventures, your misadventures. And I do hope, you’ll be back in my arms again (Or rather, I’ll be back on your feet again). Take pictures, tell stories, write again Khat, write.

Love,

Your Adventure Flats

Meow :3

Tue, 22 Jan 2013 13:18:35 +0800

Meow :3

Chopsticks and Sweets

Sun, 20 Jan 2013 20:27:04 +0800

Finally, after a month and so since Salei arrived from New York, Salei, Tessa, Cindy, and I finally, let me repeat that again, finally, got the chance to go out together! Oh, sadly, Camille’s missing. Aww.

So we set our foot looseness and set off to a Saturdate!

It really pays to research and write for a living. Imagine, I get to know food places and get to write about it! Hihi. So we went to Maginhawa St. with our tummies growling and stories waiting! First off, Crazy Katsu!

Tabemashou! I used to have this love and hate relationship with Japanese food, and chopsticks, too. Haha. But now, I can say that I am in love with their tempting taste! Been exploring Japanese food places since last year, and I am really really excited to try this one out! Choices are limited, we were expecting Sashimi and Sushi aside from the Katsus. And as this is a Katsu place, we ordered, ta-nan, Katsus!

While waiting for our orders. Ano ba sinasabi ko dito at tutok na tutok yung dalawa? Hmm.

Katsudon! Steaming bowl of rice topped with deep-fried pork cutlets, egg, and other condiments. Unfortunately, Salei and Tessa didn’t like it that much. The pork was too chunky, and it tastes, uhm, normal. Nothing special. Too bad.

Another deep-fried pork cutlet, Tonkatsu. Oh yum yum. You know I love fried food, and well, this tastes like Tonkatsu. Lol. Normal.

But here’s really my order, hoho. Chicken Katsu. Believe me, I order the best food during dates. Lol. This is really, really great. Chilies, cabbages, spring onions, and chicken. Ooooh. A little bit spicy, a lot tasty, very Japanese-y! Now I know why this is their best-seller!

After an hour or so, we laid down our chopsticks and head for dessert at Fancy Cakes and Crepes.

This is not your ordinary sweet fix! Enjoy a gratifying dessert experience with these sugary choices! Loooook!

Of course, since we had the place ourselves, expect pictures. Like, solo pictures.

Welcome! Says Tessa.

A big smile from Salei!

Pretending to be the owner, Cindy.

Pretending to be stolen Khat.

BanaNutella my goodness so heavenly I’m drooling. The Bananutella, combines two well-loved treats in one glorious crepe: banana and Nutella! Topped with rich vanilla ice cream and chocolate syrup, you will surely fall in love with each fruity-chocolatey bite.

Another bestseller, the Oh-Oh Oreo, is made with the ever favorite Oreo in cream wrapped in their store-made crepe topped with more Oreo bits and a generous scoop of thick vanilla ice cream on top.

Of course, their cakes are a must-try, too! Have a slice or two of their Quezo de Bola and Tsoknut Cheesecake, Nutella Cheesecake, Blueberry Cheesecake, Oreo Cheesecake, Pastillas Cheesecake, Butterfinger Cheesecake, and more!

Each serving of their yummy crepes and cakes is served with an artful drizzle of caramel or chocolate sauce. You can even have your dessert personalized and have your name written with the syrup.Perfect for those words that you are too shy to say! Cap it off with their home-brewed coffee,oh so yummy!

Burp! Awww. Such a fun food filled Saturday night with my girls! Great food, great people, what more could you ask for? <3

Kinda, Sorta Wonderful Cafe

Mon, 14 Jan 2013 10:11:00 +0800

After years of asking and asking my best friend if she’s hungry already while we were shopping last Saturday (yehes I was that persistent, this girl has no appetite I can’t believe it!), she finally gave in to my irresistible charm, I mean, cuteness, oh no I mean, the irresistible taste of something to chow. Because we finally gave up our usual Jollibee Spag and Chicken Joy Meal dates, Tessa and I decided to cross-out something from our “where-to-eat” list.

And so thank you to my researching prowess, and of course, her Internet ready phone, we embarked on a trip to the unknown. With just an address found on a blogsite, a great number of reviews, and itchy feet, we started our journey to this hole in the wall shop called Some Kind of a Wonderful Cafe.

Finally, I’m starting to believe that large intestines do eat small ones! *tummy growls*

True to its name, Some Kind of a Wonderful Cafe is really, really wonderful to the eyes. Though it is smaller than expected, who cares when every corner is filled with knickknacks that will surely make the vintage lovers enamored with every sight.

Imagine those toys, aaaah. Now I regret throwing all those playthings I used to collect.

Meet my best-est friend, Tessa. (Thank you Maybelline for allowing us to test your makeup, hoho. Look at that lovely plum lippie!)

And yours truly! With my messy digipermed hair and pambahay clothes! (Thank you Beauty Brick for my hair, this is my first pic with this haireret!)

And here’s the much-awaited part, food! We ordered Barbecued Spareribs, Oyakodon, Buffalo Wings,and Chocolate Milkshake. Well well, we were disappointed by the taste. Looks yummy, but really, just one bite and you know that the food weren’t cooked well and all. Too bad, our expectations were high. Maybe we ordered the wrong food, but still, for me, it was not worth the travel. Though their prices are very reasonable I must say.

Tessa’s boyfriend, Miko joined us. And further rubbed the salt on our wounds by being sarcastic all throughout the meal. Hahahaha. But it was okay, we understood.

The couple. We just took pictures to appease the pain, the hunger, the longing for that wonderful taste we yearn for.

But hey, I must say I enjoyed the Chocolate Milkshake. There’s always that sunshine beyond all those negativity. Hihi. And they named it Some Kind of a Wonderful Cafe, Khat, not Some Kind of a Wonderful Taste. Lol. Just kidding. But the place is really, really wonderful. Must try their Cheese Burger the next time, though. Some say that this is their best-seller. Why didn’t I read that before. Argh.

So SuperKhat is alive and kicking! Whoooo. Off to another adbenchur this week!

*Pictures taken and processed by Tessa P.

Biglaan Adbenchur 010513: When you’re itching to do...

Tue, 08 Jan 2013 17:46:00 +0800

Biglaan Adbenchur 010513: When you’re itching to do something new to start the year, stop thinking and just take the, uhm, heat! Well, well, well, we finally meet you sizzling hot DigiPerm machine. ♥

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Tue, 08 Jan 2013 13:18:32 +0800

Ho Ho Holidays! Snapshots from the what-haves during the last...

Fri, 04 Jan 2013 15:02:00 +0800

Ho Ho Holidays!

Snapshots from the what-haves during the last month of the year that was! Partied at Tagaytay with the ever-kulit officemates, dressed up as Ariel (or Nicki Minaj, or whoever pink-haired drag queen you know) from the Little Mermaid for our Underwater Year-End Party, danced until my body ached, made a wish through sky lanterns, sang for masses, pigged-out with the neighbors, unleashed my rockstar dreams, reunited with my best-est girl friends, bonded with the family and pets, and thanked God for giving me a wonderful, amazing, super duper 2012!

(Still thinking of writing about my yearly recap just like the past years. Just let me gather my thoughts and hopefully, I’ll finally write one by the weekend! So many adventures happened last year I am so overwhelmed!)

♥Khat