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A Story I’ve Been Meaning to Tell

A few days ago, I wrote about how I haven’t been posting much lately even though social media is always at the back of my mind. It’s not because I don’t have stories to tell. If anything, I have too many stories I want to tell. The Louis Vuitton experience, the Dior experience, the Hermès experience, Mövenpick, Hong Kong Disneyland, and all our other travels and little life adventures are still waiting for me to sit down and write about them properly. The stories are there. The words are there. But lately, I feel like I only have enough energy for a little bit of me-time during the first few hours of my day. After that, it’s VA work, Oslob New Village work, emails, staff concerns, payroll, guests, bookings, and all the other things that come with adulting and running a life that is full, beautiful, tiring, and sometimes very overwhelming.

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A probinsyana girl, a gold heart, grief, privilege, poverty, and learning that love can exist beside healing.

Standing Outside Tiffany

There’s a part in the video where I was still standing outside the Tiffany & Co. store, zooming in on the Tiffany sign from afar before finally walking in. And honestly? My heart was beating so fast it was almost embarrassing. 😂

Because imagine this.

I’m just a probinsyana girl from the Philippines who grew up seeing places like Tiffany only in movies. Especially in Breakfast at Tiffany’s starring Audrey Hepburn. Tiffany always felt so glamorous. So sosyal. So untouchable. One of those places that subconsciously felt like it belonged to another world. Another kind of woman. Another kind of life.

And then suddenly there I was.

Standing right outside an actual Tiffany & Co. store with Dada Hanz and Tuz beside me, about to walk in.

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