Every summer has a story. Or if you’re lucky, stories! Here, my top 7.
Went Wakeboarding in CWC, visited the famous Caramoan Islands, climbed up and down a sea cliff, and rode the habal-habal for the first time. With Lhen. In dripping beachwear. For P10.
Completed my first managing editor stint for K-Zone’s Boredom Busters Book 3. Took a lot of work but was so worth it in the end. The book’s still on stands if you haven’t grabbed one yet for your younger sib/nephew/niece/self. And yes, I just had to sneak that last sentence in.
Traveled with the muther and visited Taiwan, which I didn’t realize was so near the Philippines (Hello, geography). Went gaga at the Shi Lin Night Market and got overenthusiastic about the pandas and penguins and giraffes at the zoo. Didn’t spot the F4 guys anywhere, though.
Made a ton of new friends in Boracay and attended my first frisbee party, which shocked the Maria Clara in me. That is all I’m going to say about it. On this blog anyway!
Went on a road trip with fellow beauty writers for Orly’s Feel the Vibe Summer Collection (my first beauty junket, too). Destination? The beautiful Pico de Loro. Loved the resort, loved the company, loved the nail polish.
Met, interviewed, shook hands with, touched and sniffed Ian Somerhalder a.k.a. top 3 in my guys-I’d-like-to-be-locked-in-a-room-with list. And saw Queen B in the flesh! Thank you, Penshoppe. Zac Efron next, please.
Got reunited with my adorably kulit cousins fromCebu. The highlight of their stay? When Sabine and I beat the manhood out of Enzo and Kuya on Wii Sports’ Bowling. *evil girly laugh*