Life with RIA

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…