Tonight, I attended a memorial service, my third one in the last three months. The first memorial I attended was for my Tita Rina, who suddenly died of a heart attack while dealing with a particularly nasty case of the flu. I grew up with Tita Rina living in the house next door, and my
The Dado ancestral home in Baguio has always been one of my favorite places on earth. I’m more inclined to think of it as my aunt’s house though, because she’s responsible for all the country-inspired knick-knacks and quilts – some of which she even made herself. Tweet
Hi, my name is Lauren and I am going to waste the next ten minutes of your life with pictures of myself. Earlier this evening, I was looking through a box of old photos and discovered that I used to be jaw-droppingly ugly ten years ago. Which is not to say that I am jaw-droppingly
My mom interrupted my packing to show me a very interesting find: proof that I was already an emo kid at seven years old! Either that or I must have been taking drugs disguised as candy and I didn’t realize it then. I don’t remember writing this and I have absolutely no clue what the
My name is Lauren Dado and this is my personal blog. I like nerdy things, scary things, and travel things. I'm not really always right. (
