I have a new man in my life. His name is Josh. He is a hairdresser at Hair Zone, and I absolutely ♥ him! GRAWRRR!!! I don't have the energy to buy fabulous clothes for Christmas. So I bought a nice but quite plain top from a friend (who sells very nice clothes and bags). But I want my Christmas photos to be great, so I decided I'd have a haircut. I went to Hair Zone, which is beside Basti's Brew. They gave me a random hairdresser since it was my first time there. And I was lucky to have Josh. Josh was fantastic. He asked me what I wanted. I really didn't know what I wanted except that I want to try out having bangs. He asked me if it was ok to do this or that to my hair and I really don't care so I let him do his thing. And it came out great. At least I think I look great. He asked me what I did, where I worked and other things like those. Then he suggested that I have my hair treated. Hmmm... He said I'd look better with some color and highlights. And…
Category: life
Christmas is Almost Here
It's December 21, 2007, three days before Christmas Eve, four days before Christmas day. But I can't feel the Christmas spirit. I am doing a lot of things, thinking about a lot of problems, and rushing to beat numerous deadlines. As I grow older, Christmas and other holidays become more boring, and more stressful. When I was younger, Christmas used to fill me with excitement and joy. And no matter how sparse the celebration was, no matter how few the gifts I received, I was happy. Now, Christmas is becoming more and more stressful. I still haven't bought any gifts to give, or any clothes to wear to those parties. I still don't know which parties I am going to, when, where, with whom. I don't even know what I'll be doing on Christmas day. Still, there's a part of me that is excited. The other night's fun, fun night with some of my high school friends only made me more excited to spend more time with more of them. That can only mean more fun, alcohol, gossip, and photo ops. Then, there's the gifts. Ok so, I won't probably get any big gifts this year. And I won't get…
Why Underdogs Deserve to Die!
Most believe that "To whom much is given," (SAY IT WITH ME!) "much is expected." But why is it some people give too little and expect too much? I used to live in a house where people were praised when they did something right or good. People were given rewards and incentives for doing well. When people did something wrong or behaved badly, they were punished, or at the very least scolded. But then, life sucks, and I was handed a rotten lemon, so I made rotten lemonade, drank it, and now I'm a bitter person. HOOOHA! ANYWAY, I moved into a house were doing well in school was not praised. Rather, it led to unusually high expectations. Awards, recognitions, and excellent performances were not applauded. It became a burden. To make things worse, those who performed less, and were weaker, were given more attention, more preferential treatment, better things. And no, I am not exaggerating or imagining things. I was actually told, among the three of us, I was favored the least because I was the smartest, the most good-looking (not my words), and had the strongest character. I always got the ones that the others didn't like or…
Not a Good Day… YET!
I woke up with a visit from my favorite friend... dysmenorrhea. I just spent about 30 minutes under the heat of the sun... waiting for a taxi cab while holding my bag, and my laptop bag. AMF! I arrived at the office and found out that DotAStrategy.com is down. :( But the day is not over yet... I'm eating at Zakoya later for the Davao Food Trip. And the meal is a Japanese Buffet. And it's for FREE!!! YUM! Then, I'm meeting up with some of my high school boys afterwards. Oh, yeah! Do I sound like I'm being fake? Because I am. HAHA!
I'm not OK
I woke up past 7 am, after barely 2 hours of sleep. I wasn't able to sleep last night, probably because of the two cups of coffee I had yesterday, or maybe because I cried for hours last night... Oh, yeah, ladies and gentlemen... let's welcome back emo Ria. *CLAP! CLAP!* I cried for hours last night, unable to stop myself. I am not ok. In less than a week, it will be Christmas. I know that should cheer me up and give me something to look forward to. But it doesn't. It makes me feel sad and depressed, and angry. So expect more angry, emo, or angry emo posts in the coming days. I want so much to blog right now, but I can't fully grasp everything that I am thinking and feeling. All I know is I am not ok. I am not fine. I am trying to feel better, and think of things to make me feel better. But no matter how hard I try, there's nothing left for me to feel but emptiness, sadness, bitterness, and anger. I know it has been a good year, a very educational and productive year, and I should be thankful…
Is the Emo-ness Over?
I Emo Week (that sounds like a National Geoprahic Special, LOL!) over yet? Not quite. Things are better, I feel better. But the problems are here to stay. BOO YEAH! I will be a very long time before I will be totally ok. For now, let's just say I'm getting by, finding every little reason to smile, and ignoring the reasons to be sad. It was a crappy, stressful week filled with unexpected sadness. And it wasn't even that time of the month. It just so happened that epiphanies and realizations (not so good ones) hit me right and left, daily. Although the problems are still there, the pains, hurts, and wounds are still present, I am trying to make things work, to find reasons to smile and forge on. I am not yet ready to leave the past, forgive, forget, and move on. But I'm doing my best to get out of the hole I have dug. It's a long, long way to go before I can get to where I want to be, to where I should be. I have a lot of things to accomplish, a lot of problems to solve. And sometimes it stills overwhelms me.…