My Truth.


Facebook Kon-Mari

Over the course of time (or maybe it’s just me getting older) I’ve learned that there is a certain kind of relief that comes with de-cluttering. After reading Gretchen Rubin’s book (which I must say, is a definite must-read for those of us who feel like we’re going on an endless loop-de-loop in life) I instantly followed one of her steps to a happier life.

One of which is cleaning up my closet. Who would’ve known that something as simple as this could boost one’s mood? One day as I reveled at the towering piles of clothes I’ve collected over the past..decade; I realized that my stuff mainly fall into these categories:

a) Clothes that looked nice in the dressing room mirror, but looked like something I’d never actually wear.

b) Worn-out clothes that I seemingly could NOT live without – talk about that solid black v-neck top that I wore whenever I was too lazy to put an outfit together – which was pretty much 80% of my life.

c) Hand-me-downs which had so much sentimental value.

d) Clothes that have gotten too tight as you know, metabolism *ehem* slows down drastically as years go by

e) Vacation shirts.

f) Bras that are over-stretched and worn out

g) Gym clothes that always made me want to wear them to the gym – out of guilt

h) My art stash. This list is unending. Honestly. I couldn’t tell you how much I’ve hoarded over the past years. I’m a sucker for cute stuff.

The day I let go of these, is the day I felt the weight being lifted off my shoulders. The guilt for not using my gym clothes. The sadness that my 20-something clothes could no longer fit. The heaviness of seeing stuff I could never use on a daily basis, brought a tiny bit of either remorse every day I crack open my cabinet.

I gave some of my stationery away to some of my -awesome- Instagram followers, with the hopes that I could spread the happiness those things brought me at one point in my life. I’ve donated some of my clothes to people I know would appreciate them, and some I’ve sold in a thrift market (where the proceeds are donated to Rescue Dogs).

In a way, this has brought a kind of release for me. I felt a sense of lightness that the pressure of actually USING the things I’ve bought was gone. At the same time I was glad that I’ve made others happy in turn.

I’m writing about this today, not because of my closet clean up. It’s actually about de-cluttering my Facebook Friends List.

Some things we keep. Some things we leave behind.

It was one night when I couldn’t fall asleep, I decided to delete every one who didn’t fall under all of these catergories:

  1. Have we spoken (chat or in any means possible) in the last 6 months?
  2. Have we seen each other within the past 2 years?
  3. Have we worked together and are we still working together in a project/business?
  4. Has he/she said anything to make me feel incompetent or unusually uneasy?

I realized that Facebook has NOT connected us to each other. Social Media has actually brought people further apart, fueled and brought down by emotions of inadequacy, insecurity, entitlement and the desperate need to have MORE. More travels, more photos to post, more likes, more followers, more subscribers, more, more, more.

This generation has forgotten what it is like to have ENOUGH.

This generation has forgotten how to make friends. To think you would already call someone you recently met, looked up and ‘added’ on Facebook, a FRIEND. It’s quite different to the traditional way of making friends where two people meet, shake hands, engage in small talk, move on to deep conversations over coffee, read each other’s facial expressions and gestures. Back then we read people for what we see them, how they talk down to their subtlest body language. Now all we read are blatant Facebook Status Updates, selfies and (the cause of all self-pity, the ever famous) #HumbleBrags.

That is not the type of friendship that makes us people. That type of friendship negates the mission of social media to bring us together.

With all of these thoughts and realities swimming in my head, I deleted my Facebook “friends” one by one that night. (Trust me it was a long process of removing one by one, there is no easy way to multiple-delete, in case you’re thinking of trying). I felt that I needed to let go of the people I accepted and added for the sake of calling them an ‘acquaintance’ or a ‘friend’ or even just ‘someone I met in the grocery store’.

Currently, all that I use Facebook for is to get updates on the trends, art, business, news and of course – DOGS. I’m sure this may spark different views from readers. Please note that my choice to de-clutter my Facebook List was to free myself of excess baggage and memories I wanted to move on from (which is not by any means to “delete” people out of my life, but to re-live the traditional sense of friendship – not by adds, likes or comments. But rather by what it actually means).

Self-care is important, Self-care is real.

My friends list shrank from 1,000+ to 83. There is no shame in it. I doubt half of my friends list would notice, though. I was a tad worried that many of my friends might get upset with me had they found out one day that I ‘unfriended’ them. But I knew that if people are truly our friends, a man-made social media website shouldn’t be the basis of our friendship. I’m not even Facebook friends with my boyfriend and it doesn’t make us any less in-love. Unfriending my family does not make us any less of a family, either.

It doesn’t matter who we’re friends with on Facebook. It matters who we’re friends with in real life.

If social media is the very core of our self-esteem and social well-being… Then what has our world come to?

Think about it. Does Facebook actually Spark Joy?


Where am I?

I am but a pawn in a chessboard world.

My body is a vessel, tossed by the storm, lost at sea;

I, am there and no-where.

My hands are shackled, my lips are sewn;

I, am there and no-where.

My feet they tread, on cracked, thin ice;

I, am tthere and no-where.

My emotions come in waves of misery and defeat;

I, am there and no-where.

My mind is a battlefield, one I’d fought and lost;

I, am there and no-where.

My heart it lives but beats for none;

I, am there and no-where.

My voice is mere static from the old TV set;

I, am there and no-where.

My presence is a shadow that’s born to be hidden;

I, am there and no-where.

My dreams, once a beacon, now shrouded in shame;

I, am there and no-where.

My life is a bubble that ends in a quick pop;

I, am there and no-where.

Let’s do a riddle,

Who am I?

Let’s play I-spy?

Where am I?

Yes, I am but a pawn in a chessboard world.


Snuggly Pets Philippines

I am incredibly thrilled to share with you guys a collab with possibly THE HOTTEST shop for 100% pet-parent-approved items in the Metro. I’m talking about everything customized just for fur your pet, from life-size plushies, leashes, dogtags and keychains! Oh my paws, it’s the one thing I never regret spending on (’cause that’s just how much we love our pets, don’t we?)

My mom’s Yorkshire Terrier, Candy passed away last 2018 and it left a heart-breaking memory as we watched the little one fight and lose the battle after less than a week. On my mom’s birthday this March 14th, I believed that having a replica of Candy would be a way to embrace the loss, but to remember the beautiful memories our girl has left us with.

Snuggly Pets

I came across Snuggly Pets on Shopee as I was trying to find the perfect shop to print Candy’s photo out for me on a pillow. I’m so glad David reached out to me, and was so kind to make one for Sushi as well.

So without further ado *drumroll* here they are!

Sushi is possibly THE happiest she has been this week even after all the road trips, because now she knows how obsessed mommy is with her special she is to mommy!

Snuggly Pets launched their new product 14x14inch Pet Portrait Pillows, and we are so honored to have been the first to have one! This takes me back to when Sushi was a pup, lounging about all day beside my giant teddy bear. It’s an amazing feat, as their company strives to create a solid, tangible memento that we, pet owners could look back to and remember every milestone and  memory that we have shared with our pets.

Their awesomeness doesn’t end there though, here are more things they can customize for you! What do you think of a personalized collar + leash set +  dog tag set? It’s certainly a must-have! You’ll never lose this at the groom shop again – they’ll know exactly who this belongs to. Oh, I couldn’t get over the excitement of taking Sushi out for a walk in this.

The back-side of the dog tag has a neat name and mobile printed on it too. Sushi is clingy as can be when we go out, but sometimes when she’s off-leash she gets carried away. This is a perfect addition for those of us who need to be *extra* sure that our beloved pets don’t stray or get lost.

Want one of your own? Already thinking of which photos to have immortalized?

I don’t blame you, I was sooooo damn excited too. 🙂 This is….
LEGEN… – wait for it – ….DARY!

So here’s a little more about Snuggly Pets and how they turn your dreams into reality.
(Psst…We’ve teamed up to give you a 10% OFF discount code on your orders! See below for more deets)

MAKE YOUR PICK! Their pillows come in THREE sizes, and more to come!
Check out their NEW 14x14in pillows launching this March 2019!

Look at all their creations, aren’t they just precious?


PHP 650 
Transform your favorite pet into an adorable Pillow Pet! Just send us a single high-resolution image of your pet, and we’ll cut out your pet and create an adorable cat pillow, dog pillow, or animal pillow out of it.  The Pet Pillow measures 15 inches on the longest side and is colored black on the back side.  Pet Pillows make the best gift to remember your pet by.  Order one today!

PHP 2,700
The Giant Snuggly Pet measures 40 inches on its longest size and stands around half the size of an adult. The enormous size will make this pillow pet the center of attention wherever you choose to display it.

Php 180
Carry your pet everywhere with you as a keychain pet! Send us a picture of your pet and we’ll transform it into a miniature-size 4 inch Pet Pillow keychain. The picture is printed on both sides. The pillow keychain comes with a keychain ring so that you can attach it to your keys, to your bag, or hang it anywhere you want. You can also choose to have a suction cup instead of the keychain ring so that you can hang it in your car window or any other glass window.

PHP 280

Our customized round and heart-shaped pet tags can be customized with any photos or message you want.  We print on both sides of the tag.  Put your contact number on the back of the tag in case your pet gets lost.

I’ve actually done some research and spoke to travelling pet owners, and gathered that one can only bring their dogs on board the plane – on coach – given that the said dog is certified as a therapy dog and trained as such, AND is flying overseas. Sad news is that we can’t bring them on local flights, but now, Snuggly Pets has come with (sort of) a solution to our dilemma.

For those pet owners (like myself) who have terrible sepanx and who would want to bring their pets EVERYWHERE (which aren’t pet-friendly — BOO), Snuggly Pets should be hailed a SAVIOR.

I can’t have enough of those puppy-dog eyes, so here’s some more!

Personally, the beauty behind these is the fact that every photo, every detail and how the workmanship gives justice to the personality and the uniqueness of our pets. In the littlest ways, these are the perfect keepsake, gift and memento we can have to remind us of our furry friends.

Snuggly Pets is launching a new 14×14 in personalized pet pillow this March. Along with their new product, we’re proud to share our collab by giving you guys a unique promo code for your first order!


Snuggly Pets

I’d love to see what you’ll have made, tag us at #Snapperdoodles or #SnugglyPetsPh!

Snuggly Pets Website

Phone / Viber: 0927-452-8620

(Photos and copyrighted media taken from Snuggly Pets’ website, Facebook and/or Instagram)



One Day at a Time

There are days when things just don’t make sense – when you look at it on a day to day basis. What will I do now? Where shall I go later? How do I pay for bills? What shall I eat for dinner? How will I get by?

Try to look back three or four years ago, nothing made sense back then either; yet see how far you’ve come.. Look at things, in a macro perspective, a birds eye view. It will show you the picture you’ve been painting since day one.

Here is a photo I took FOUR years ago, it’s been so long, yet I am still in this unknown, random, creative journey. Looking back, it’s been a crazy ride, yet I regret nothing. When nothing makes sense, I remember to think about why I started this walk.

To inspire others.

I know that if I continue this path, everything will make sense someday, and I’ll see the artwork that is my life.

Thank you @ifexph for this day calendar to remind me to take life one day at a time, yet never be afraid to see things with a new perspective.



The Day I Screamed.

Who am I? What have I become?

I experienced the worst breakdown in my life. Not-so-Valentine-y, for the month of love is it? I have no idea how bad I looked like, when I screamed all my anger out yesterday, but in my head, this is probably what I looked like then. Talk about a zombie-like Chuckie doll with red, bulging eyes and a snot-filled nose.

What happened? I have no idea. All I know is, it was the worst day I have had, and the weakest I”ve been in two months (and the only time I screamed in front of someone, IN My LIFE). I woke up with no schedule, which was probably why my day fell apart to begin with. I spent the next couple of hours doing everything I could possibly think of to pass the time, I cooked, I exerrcised, I napped, I watched TV, I read a book, I drew…all these things I never usually do all at once – yet I did.

But I felt disappointment and frustration building up within me after every task I did to pass time. I felt angry because my date was late-again. I felt frustrated that I was wasting time “chilling”… As a busybody, staying in bed for six hours straight was a complete waste of time, and it kills me knowing I haven’t done anything productive at all.

I know I’ve been sharing about my journey towards ultimate self-love, but yesterday has just been by far The worst day in the history of 2019 (I hope it stays that way). I still couldn’t make sense of why all of that turned me into a monster, why of all the days, I have become weak. When I would normally be kind and understanding for my partner, I lost my temper and lost myself in the process.

As I got in the car my tears flowed as if the skies canopy could no longer hold its weight, while deep within me I felt like a volcano about to erupt. All the anger, frustration, helplessness and unheard voices willing so much to explode out of my heart and overturn everything in its path.

The next thing I know I threw the cellphone towards the back seat, and I took my glasses and chucked it as well – and then the scream. THE. SCREAM. I have never in my life been a vocal person, I have never shouted, talked back, hurt anyone physically, tossed or broke stuff, I just always hurt myself to make all the feelings go away, that was my pacifier…but not this time.

Going back to that ugly picture; I screamed so loud that the dam of emotions felt like cascading waterfalls (or something like the monsoon only Aquaman could conjure) – TWICE. I screamed twice, then I broke down.

Almost a month into the Life Coaching proceess, I am clueless whether or not expressing like this was a good thing. I suppose it was a lesson on self love as well, to learn to express freely… I learned the hard way that expressing what is in you, tuning into your voice and giving yourself a chance to be heard – giving your emotions a chance to be acknowledged is a messy form of acceptance of who you are and what you’re feeling; and that’s never wrong to be heard. After decades, I finally screamed.

Apart from acknowledging my emotions, if there’s anything else I’ve learned, is that Love, loves you even at your ultimate worst.

To say that I looked like a mess would be an understatement, I looked like a person straight out of a horror movie, yet in spite of this, I was loved. In spite of all the screams, snot and tears, I was welcomed with a warmth that I didn’t know I needed.

Happy Valentine’s Day, indeed.

Feb 16th, 2019.


P.S Only my glasses were harmed in the process of self-love that day.


Blue Magic

I can recall, clear as ever.

It was fifth grade. The classrooms air was sticky due to the humid afternoon air. Electric fans whirring, over the teacher’s strained voice. None of  us students cared about the lesson, we were either doodling, gossiping with hushed tones or wiping their clammy hands out of nervousness.

I was a short little girl with big eyes and a bob-cut which made my face plumper that it should be. I was a quiet child, not the social butterfly, or not that I could remember. That day I was borderline anxious and insecure. Why?

Oh, I forgot to mention…

It was fifth grade, and the date was February 14th.

They called it “Valentine’s Day”.

For me, it’s a little more like “Doomsday Jr. Day”

I hated  despised February 14th. Not because I was insecure, (okay, maybe a LITTLE bit) but because for me, it was over-rated. You see, I grew up never believing in love, if I did have a semblance of belief in it, it was that: Ever day can be as special as Valentine’s Day if you have the right person in your life. So quite obviously, seeing a hormone-induced, pre-teen interrupt the entire lecture to confess their love and hand their “soul mate” made me hurl, though it WAS such a bore hilarious way to cut the teacher’s discussion short.

Lunchtime isn’t any better. Coming back to class seeing red roses and giant teddy bears on my seatmate’s desk, and none on mine made me want to shrivel up and hide.

I heard the “Ooohs and Aaawwwwhs” of the teachers and students, swooning over these lovebirds in school.

This went on until fourth year high-school (senior year) when the gestures of the teen boys became more and more extravagant. From giant bouquets to enormous, human sized teddy bears, things just got so much more classy cheesy. For us girls though, it’s a bit of an extravagant blow. Dear Valentine was a voice in our head that whispers: Girls, if you would not be able to receive anything today- not even a tiny, cheap Cadbury chocolate bar, you’re a loser.

And that my friends, is the voice that stuck to me since fifth grade, it just got louder and more convincing as the years went by.

Looking back to where I used to be, I’m glad that I have stuck to the confidence I have in the meaning of love, that it’s not about one-pound chocolate bars, matching t-shirts, giant teddy bears or human-sized bouquets.

Yesterday, I passed by the shop where all those guys in my school used to get affordable gifts for their childhood crushes, oh it used to be such a thing – Blue Magic. I allowed those gifts to make myself feel bad for not being one of the popular girls in school, or one of the lovable kinds either. I was bad at being noticed, so naturally, I never got any presents. For years I let it consume me so much until I believed that I truly was a loser.

To girls like myself, don’t allow anything to diminish your worth. Don’t let those thoughts dim the fire that burns from within you. You are so much more than anything anyone could buy, and the only thing that could make your worth so much more (other than yourself and who you are constantly becoming) is the right partner.

It took me a while to discover that I may have been a late bloomer up until I graduated college, and that it just takes a while for butterflies to grow their wings to the beautiful thing it really is. I’m still growing, still in the process of becoming someone someday – we all are. Let it be, allow yourself room to grow, and tell everyone else (even that voice in your head) to move over for a better YOU.

Don’t let your flames be fizzled by not having what everyone else has. Don’t let that Blue Magic make you feel that you are less lovable than you are.

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