I heard a certain non-blogger stereotyped girl bloggers are the nerdy types who do nothing but spend time in front of their monitors and keyboards. GRAWRRR!!! Let me tell you this... your statement smacks of ignorance and says more about you than Filipina bloggers in general. Maybe you haven't met these bloggers (or your are too dumb to even know what a blog is): Ate Aileen, Google Country Consultant who is into food, travel, and the paranormal Kringy, a talented television director, who is into Asian films, she also one hell of a hot funny girl who will probably crush your untalented ass into bits; Poyt, a special education teacher and a part-time photographer; her boobies will put your little raisins to shame Phoebe, a chef in-training who is also into fashion Kim, a vegetarian radio DJ, and film addict Gwing, shopping addict, badminton player, campus crush ng bayan, and mean girl who will make you sorry you ever said those things Mica, Belo Medical Group ambassadress Karla, a photographer, music enthusiast, and food lover Tita Jane, a yogini, Blue Eagles fan, and hot bogging mama And there's more where they came from, so shut your pie hole b*tch! You…
Category: life
What I Did Last Night
While everybody else was up and about quite early today, anticipating the State of the Nation Address, I have been sleeping. I woke up at 3 pm and am now at a local cafe enjoying my double shot mocha with mint. Last night, after I arrived home after playing DotA, I felt the urge to check in at a hotel and stay there overnight. And so I did. I checked in at the Oroderm Beauty Hotel along Magallanes Street here in Davao City. I paid P1,200 for the night. It's a called "beauty hotel" because they have various spa services. The room was nice, but the bathroom was errr... not too nice. And the towel had some orange-y stains. I just spent the entire night watching TV, and not sleeping at all. Got tired at around 6 am and slept. Woke up at 9:30 am for my complimentary breakfast. Bah! It was a boring hotdog meal. The fried rice was interesting though... I think it had some soy sauce or liquid seasoning. Yum! I went back to sleep and woke up to check out right before 12 nn. I went home and slept some more. :D It was quite a…
Boobage
The past two nights, I had dinners with my two sets of relatives. Both times, my boobies were one (or two) of the topics of discussion. Monday night I had dinner with my maternal relatives: Aunt: Breastfeeding is hard and sometimes painful. Cousin: Yes. Your boobs become bigger and it sometimes becomes as hard and heavy as cement. Cousin: Sometimes the milk spurts out. Aunt: NAKU! Ria, you will have a hard time. Your boobs are sooo big, it will become even bigger. Cousin: YES! Aunt: It will get really big, and hard and painful. Tuesday night with the paternal relatives: Cousin 1: Your pictures online show too much cleavage! Cousin 2: Yes. Cousin 3 (who is abroad) keeps on buzzing me on YM coz of those photos. Ria: WHICH PHOTOS?! Cousin 1: All of it. On Multiply, Friendster and your blogs. Cousin 2: Puro ka cleavage! (You're all cleavage!) BOOBS! BOOBS! BOOBS! And last week: Guy Friend: Ate Ria, I think you lost weight. Ria: Really? Guy Friend: Your face is smaller. But your boobs are still big. Another: Ria: Are my boobs really that big? Guy Friends: YES! Ria: Even if I'm fat, it's noticeable? Guy Friends: YES!…
I Feel Like Crying
I feel overwhelmed. Some things are going waaay too fast. While some are just not going nowhere at all. I feel stuck. I'm confused. I don't know what to do, what to say. I wish I was back to that time when all that existed in my world was work. Work is not complicated. It has structure. Most of the time it's predictable. Life, on the other hand, and the people we meet along that way, it's hard to deal with. Even the happy moments, things you want to happen can overwhelm you, can make you feel lost. Too many things happening at the same time. The things I want to happen, meanwhile, do not happen at all. Expectations. I should live with less of it. I am in front of the computer now, not because I want to. Not because I enjoy it. But because I dread going home, being alone, awake, thinking about things. Things that are, things that were, things that should be. Should have, would have, could have. I exhaust myself so that when I get home, alone... there's no energy left to do anything else but sleep. I don't want to cry again. It's exhausting.…
I Want a Berroca Relief Pack
I'm a sickly person. I easily get the sniffles, and every so often I have a fever or my throat acts up. When I lived with my mom, she would usually make me drink Berocca as a Vitamin C supplement. And I never complained. It's like a combination of orange juice and soda water. It's so refreshing. When I was younger, I would stare while the Berocca tablet would dissolve in the water and it would create some bubbles. I remember all these because Berocca is giving away a nifty Blogger Relief Pack. I know it's a long shot but I really, really, really WANT ONE! I NEED ONE! HELLO THERE BEROCCA PEOPLE! I have 10+ blogs I write for and maintain. I NEED A BLOGGER RELIEF PACK PLEASE!!! And now I go to the nearest drugstore to buy me some Berocca. :P
I Had the Urge to Blog
But I don't know why or what about. So just let me rant. I came from a wedding. I wore this errr... nice (but apparently sexy) dress. I was the host of the reception and after I said "Good evening! I'm Ria, and I'm your host for this evening," random guy shouted "HI MISS RIA, ANG GANDA MO!" (HI MISS RIA, YOU'RE SO BEAUTIFUL!) Ohhhkay... Now I'm at the shop (the internet shop). I'm so tired, sleepy, and kinda stressed out but I don't want to go home yet. I miss being online for the sake of. I miss just Plurking, browsing through Multiply, Plurking, chatting over IM, Plurking, blog hopping, Plurking... I think I Plurk too much, right? Which reminds me, Plurk has been the avenue through which I become kilig lately. Well, nothing interesting is happening in my life (in the romance department) but there are too many Plurkers in love, falling in love, loving, wanting to be loved, etc. And it gives me sooo much kilig to read their Plurks. Sarap kiligin. :P And yeah, I'm still single. Not searching (OWS?!) actively, but I would like to. The part where I'm not searching actively is mostly because…