Ever since I was a kid, I always wanted to be a part of a magazine, whether as a contributor or as part of the staff – or even as the one featured ;)

When I started writing for the paper, I incidentally stumbled into contributing for a weekly magazine as well, Mr. & Ms. While it wasn’t as high-paying or as sosyal as the glossies, I adored my editor Jay and how I had the freedom to just write about anything and everything under the sun.

(Wait, I remember Alma Aranaz when he was complaining about all these foreigners hooking up with what he calls tarsiers. “Why do they go for those losers? I’m here naman. I graduated from college. I can speak perfect English. I am witty. And I can talk about anything and everything TO the sun.”)


After my long-ish stint with the weekly mag, going for the glossies was the next logical step.

Thing was, I didn’t really have connections and I didn’t really go out and market myself so nothing much happened.

One day, however, someone who used to write for the paper and then already moved on to the magazine industry, asked me to send my resume for the magazine she was then part of, a magazine called YOU. I waited and waited and did not receive any call from them.

Several months after, the same person asked me to write for the new magazine (and the new company) that she transferred to. It was for the second issue of a shopping magazine and she wanted me to write something for their travel section. I sent in my piece, waited and waited. I waited some more, did not hear from her and then eventually discovered that the magazine folded. The second issue did not even get printed.

A bit traumatized, I instead focused on writing for the paper, spending all my time brainstorming, covering events, going out of town for assignments and just writing and writing and writing.

When I realized that freelance writing for the paper wasn’t enough, I decided to get a full-time job.

After a couple of day jobs, I jumped on the bandwagon and tried for a call center. I got accepted and couldn’t wait to start.

However, a couple of days before I was to start, I received a call from 5 Leaf – the same company that published YOU – and got a job offer. They even wanted me to start the same day the call center wanted me to.

They were getting me as the junior editor for UNO, their men’s magazine.

I said yes.

My stint in UNO was pretty short-lived. I think I helped make a couple of issues and I didn’t even get credited in some parts because someone was just too busy doing something else. Besides, working with sexy girls doesn’t really make me strive to be the employee of the year.

As it turned out, the bosses were starting another magazine, a celebrity mag they called A-List.

They transferred me there as the senior editor and after months of blood, sweat and tears, I became editor-in-chief.

The magazine eventually folded and I parted ways with the company as well.

It was so sad and frustrating because no matter how hard and passionate some of us were working to make the magazine the best it could be, we felt like other people weren’t as dedicated or supportive, which I guess played a huge part in its eventual death. We always knew the end was soon; we were just denying it. But, of course, as a whole, it was such a tremendously fulfilling, exciting stint that enriched my life with friends, business contacts, challenging experiences and journal entries.

After my 5 Leaf chapter, I once again concentrated on the paper’s youth section, the seemingly only thing that’s thankfully always there for me (thanks, Pammy, I heart you, mwah).

I kind of stayed away from the magazine scene, except for that time when I contributed a sidebar for Chalk.

And now that almost a year has passed, I think I am slowly going back to my mag roots.

I recently just passed an article for ABS-CBN Publishing’s Working Mom Magazine and they want another story. I feel good.

Odiba, from a sexy men’s title to a celeb mag, and now to a parenting magazine. Actually, I like the direction I am heading. I am at the point in my life when I’m rereading my Real Simple, Martha Stewart Living, Blueprint and Domino copies more than my Flaunt, Nylon and Nylon Guys copies.

Hmmm, I kinda miss my Flaunt, Nylon and Nylon Guys magazines.