"Bye." My cousin-in-law said to his son. And with that I was brought back to our breakfast table and reminded of my adobo and Jasmine Tea. I was overwhelmed with emotion as I realized that for a moment, for about a chapter... I got lost in what I was reading and forgot where I was. And I remembered why I enjoyed reading so much when I was younger. I loved getting lost. I am no longer the adventurous type. Going out, meeting up with friends and strangers, chatting, eating out, watching movies. That is what I love and enjoy doing now. But I do not love the outdoors. Nor big and exciting adventures. There used to be a time when I enjoyed it. I no longer do. Now, I like cafes. Tea time. People watching. Chatting. Sitting alone. Catching up with friends. Forgetting time. Unaware of where I am and what is going on around me. That is how I get lost nowadays. But there used to be a time when I was not allowed to go out. Indoors. At "home." Limited to a location. So I got lost by joining The Baby-Sitters Club. Got to know Archie and his…
Month: April 2025
She Gives Herself Grace
She gave herself grace because no one else would. She gave herself forgiveness. There was no one else. Understanding. Love. Care. All these things she gave herself. Because there was no one else to get if from. And even if there were, she did not how to ask. She was trained to be the best. Be good. Be excellent. Never fail. Do not falter. Because if she failed, there was no one there for her. She was not always good to herself. Not always kind. Rarely polite. But she tried. She tries. Really, it is all she can do. She wishes she can shout out and be heard. That people could see her tears. Feel her pain. That they would understand and know that she was weak. And suffering. Barely surviving. That they would care enough. But she does not know how. Does not know if anybody would care enough to do something. To make her feel she is important too. So she does her best to give herself what she cannot get from others. She tries. Because the alternative would be defeat. And she is not yet ready for that. Not today. 04.06.2503:54 am
Cafe Hopping and Work [February 5 2025 Davao Video Diary]
Another day, another slay. Starting a new series of video diaries. This time, on Youtube. Starting off with a busy day of work and cafe hopping around Davao. https://youtu.be/38RaHk8Yf5c?si=7dt7WqKXTs6KI8zJ Work Officially saying it here for the first time. I am currently working at Three Yards as their Marketing Manager. This is why you will see a lot of it on my blogs, videos, stories, and other posts. A lot of exciting events ahead. It is not a full-time job so I will still be doing content and other freelance things. To know more about Three Yards, visit the Three Yards Website. Recuerdo Filipino Cuisine Next, we had early dinner at Recuerdo Filipino Cuisine. Pancit Molo Chicken Inasal Skewers We love the Pancit Molo and Chicken Inasal Skewers that we tried. And we would probably be eating more here in the coming days. More info: Recuerdo Filipino Cuisine Recuerdo is located at Molave corner Mangga Street in Juna Subdivision. Cafe Hopping After dinner, we still had stuff to discuss so we went cafe hopping. Iced Spanish Latte by Cafe Sola My Bag Buddies Cafe Sola Next, we went to Cafe Sola. Initially, we just wanted to try Cafe Sola. But they…
Drifting in the Wind
I did not grow up with a dream or any sort of aspiration. I do not know if this is because of my short attention span that nothing really held my interest for long. Or maybe because I was always on survival mode. I would like to believe it was because I was not meant for anything that existed. Who would have thought that 5 year old Ria who excitedly entered kindergarten some 38 years ago would end up typing away her thoughts on a Tuesday morning? And consider it as "work." Back when I decided to blog it was nothing more than an outlet for my thoughts and feeling to be read and shared. It started as a newsletter of sorts. I asked my friends and classmates if they wanted to read my rants and essays from Philo and Theo classes. Yes, I was that kapal. A few handful gave me their email addresses so I could send them stuff now and then. Occassionally, I would drop a line or paragraph discussing politics and current events. And my cousin encouraged me to start a political blog. And the rest... is history. Kinda. Now, here I am some 20+ years…