About Iris

My name is Iris. I am 26 27 28 29 30 years old, and I live in Bangkok Cebu City with a Mad Englishman and an Evil Cat.

I’m a freelance writer, constant traveler, and wannabe photographer with an unhealthy addiction to Macbooks, funky shoes, pretty things, giraffes, onions, and all things Roman.

I still refer to myself as a girl. I still gush over rainbows and butterflies and colorful things. And yes, I still swing my feet when I sit and my heels don’t touch the ground.

My world revolves around words – words spoken, words written, and words yet unspoken and unwritten. I thrive on laughter – lots of it – and equally, tears.

I’m excessively polite, but it’s a force of habit. I wish I could think less. But then, I wish harder that I won’t.

In my dreams, my eyes are green, I’m related to Julius Caesar, and I know kung-fu. I find bliss in silence and the feel of sand between my toes.

I am always wandering, and as I live and breathe, I’ll always be headed somewhere.

There are a lot of things I’m afraid of and even more that I believe in. I’m a pragmatist, and I’m comfortable in my own existentialism.

I believe there’s nothing in the world that cannot be conquered by faith and positivity, goodness and kindness. And so I try to live by these. It’s not always easy because this world’s a maddening one. But hey, I’ll keep trying anyway.