I’m Still 20

Just because today is the last day I can say that as a fact.

When I’m Not the Shopper

It all started with a friend’s revenge.

Anyone who makes a purchase and finds out he or she bought it for a price twice as much would certainly feel duped. This is exactly what happened to P when she bought sunglasses, so after a little contemplation she decided to buy a dozen more of the lesser cost, put up an online shop and sold them for a higher price. To keep the shop interesting, she invited me and another friend to join and share the site with her, which we did. I started off with six colorful bags, and oh, the joy of selling your first and last item and those in between! Needless to say, one will need to find new things when it’s all been sold, and that is how it got going.

A year or so after, I decided to put up my own site and sold fashion accessories mostly. There are a number of reasons why selling online is favorable: You don’t need to pay rent for a space, pay tax or be time bound. I can only sell so much in a period of time, but I can’t expect it all to be gone in one go. It takes more patience, and together with that are the occasional arduous tasks of looking for new products, posting them online, checking and updating the inventory, and shipping the items to buyers. Even with all those inevitable tasks, it’s not a big deal. With those small accessories, I’ve earned enough to go on a shopping spree. Hell, I can take myself on a trip to a nearby country in Asia for a few days! Of course, this means I have not spent my online shop savings for anything yet, but it’s okay if it’s for something bigger. So whenever I express that I’m bankrupt on school days, it’s not entirely true and it’s not entirely false.

Amazing how the little trinkets I sell can already aid in my future travel plans, no? For now, I’m still waiting for your order form.

Those Short Walks

Who would’ve thought you could get numerous benefits just by moving from point A to point B?

Blessed with long legs—nevermind the fact that I get bruises easily—I have the opportunity to grace the runways during fashion shows, from small to big ones. All I have to do is show up, sit around for hours, have myself made up to whatever look that’s needed for the night, don the outfit assigned to me, and wait for my turn to walk—that much preparation for less than a minute of walking with all eyes on you, but I’m not complaining. How can I complain when I get at least one of the following: cash, gift certificates, gift packs, clothes. Besides these material rewards, meeting new people is another perk.

I’m no professional, and from time to time, people ask me why I don’t turn it into a career. Here’s why: Because it’s not something I want to be known for. It will always be only one of the many things I do for fun, one of the many things I can do with walking.

*13May: This is a very timely post—I just found out yesterday that I made it in Philippine Fashion Week!

How I Spent Half the Getaway

If you think some circumstances can only happen on the big screen, you’re right, but exclude being left by a plane.

Last week, I was bound to leave for Boracay and you know what happened next.

Day 1: Missed the flight and booked for another one the next day. Despite the pouring rain, I decided to drive that night and spend the money, supposedly for some island seafood, on a hearty dinner with my mom and sis instead.
Day 2: Flight delayed for three hours, and this was after some lengthy canvassing the day before on which flight to take. Good choice, good choice.
Half Day 3: Slept

But it was all worth it, even with the reduced number of days spent stepping on white sand. It was an amusing way to spend half of the getaway, and with no sarcasm I say this. Obviously this not something I wish for to happen again, but what’s the next picture?