Last night I received an email from Net-a-Porter inviting me to click on a Jacquemus dress, which I did and bought within a few minutes.
I paid with my Eastwest Visa, using Johnny Air as my shipping address because we all know when things get shipped to Manila, Customs will make you regret it.
Shortly after, I received this email:
I don’t have an alternative U.S. address. It was 2:25 in the morning, and I didn’t have energy to fight for a dress. I checked my order history at Net-a-Porter and found this:
I had forgotten that I have never had a successful order from the store so I posted this on Instagram to remind me:
I received lots of suggestions from followers. Grace even called to tell me she has successfully ordered from Net-a-Porter lots of times and shipped via Johnny Air. (see below)
This morning Eastwest called to tell me they were putting my card on hold due to an anomalous online transaction. I told them, do not put my card on hold. I made that transaction, and please don’t charge me because they cancelled the order.
I’m convinced that Net-a-Porter has flagged my account and I can never order from them.
Whatever. I’ll find that Jacquemus dress elsewhere.
P.S. Found the same dress on Shopbop 25% cheaper. Plus free shipping via Amazon Prime. Meant to be.
Last March 11, we posted a contest sponsored by Doña Maria rice where winners would get cash prizes, gift packs, and a chance to meet Alden Richards.
Contestants were invited to create a dish using Doña Maria rice and post them in their Instagram accounts.
Here are the three lucky winners who will each get Php 10,000 cash, Doña Maria rice, and a VIP pass to meet Alden Richards:
Nine minor prize winners will get Php 5,000 cash and Doña Maria rice:
Plus one more special award goes to @cookieandrei, who sent this entry:
Winners, please check your DMs via Instagram.
Thank to everyone who took time to create amazing dishes using Doña Maria Rice!
For more information, go to https://www.facebook.com/donamariarice.
I was excited to go upstairs. My great grandmother had a house on Kanlaon street in Quezon City. The parties were always downstairs and I always wanted to go up but never had the chance.
The staircase at the Legarda mansion is beautiful and well-preserved, with paintings and framed photographs lining its walls.
The living room is beautiful with a great chandelier, upholstered furniture and paintings, including a small Juan Luna, a great big Hildalgo, and even a couple of Dutch paintings. Oh, I forgot to look inside that room in the back. Nobody peeked because I think we were hungry.
There’s the big Hidalgo painting in the middle
The other side of the living room
Another room houses Don Alejandro’s radio equipment. He used to get up at 5:30 AM and tinker with these.
Lunas, Hidalgos, camera and lab equipment—makes you think how much doctors must’ve made back in the day. This family was really rich.
This was where I sat down to look at one of the family albums. I would have looked at all of them if there were time. The album I looked at was about the funeral of Don Alejandro.
I am not afraid. (To be continued)
P.S. I will sleep first because I’m super tired. Will continue tomorrow…
I’m shaking as I continue writing this story.
We had dinner at La Cocina de Tita Moning last Saturday, and two nights later, I’m still scared.
When I was a kid, the laboratory in our school used to creep me out with the smell and the fetuses preserved in glass jars. It’s been a while since I’ve seen or smelled that.
We were led into Don Alejandro’s clinic at the first floor of his house. Patients entered the clinic through a door leading to the garage.
Don Alejandro was a OB-Gynecologist and this is where he saw patients, including Ting Ting Cojuangco as a little girl. She recalled:
“His clinic was where we were treated of our sore throats, water in our ears from swimming and tummy aches; women also gave birth here. That human skeleton in his clinic gave me the creeps. Today, I am more clinical about seeing it dangling straight up from its back.”
One of the stories Don Alejandro liked to tell his grandchildren was that back when he was in medical school, they had to find their own cadaver, which usually required going to the cemetery at midnight. The skeleton here was his personal “find.”
One of Don Alejandro’s sons was also born here. Aside from the real human skeleton, the room also has an antique X-ray machine, baby weighing scale, books, lights, enamel pans, tools of the trade, and the doctor’s bag.
Inside the glass cabinet were a couple of fetuses in jars, bringing me back to that creepy laboratory of my old school. My stomach turned for third time. At this point I had already lost my appetite.
Still I was hoping it was just me and the rest of the group were OK. But even Dani’s yaya, who has a third eye, said she was feeling heavy inside, as I did. (To be continued).
PS. I’ll continue this tomorrow because I’m seriously shaking. I need to take a tranquilizer.