I wasn't always the Diyosa that I am now. And I was inspired by Kuya Andrew to look for old embarrassing photos. We all need to laugh at ourselves sometimes. I usually cringe when I see these photos but what the hell... looking back is so much fun. Here are some photos from years ago... when I had a 38 waistline and scared of the weighing scale. MANAS LOOK FTW! So funny! And it's obvious I lacked the confidence and didn't have the Diyosa attitude I have now. :)
Month: April 2010
A Close Encounter with the Ex
Last Sunday, the most important tournament in my poker life was going to take place. Imagine working hard for and anticipating a tournament for three months. It was supposed to be intense and stressful. Surprisingly, I was calm and relaxed. Until... I saw my ex walk in. GAAAAH! Let's call him ex-R. We have had an agreement that he would try to inform me everytime he would go someplace I would probably be in and I would do the same. Needless to say, his early evening visit to the poker club came without a warning. He only visited the poker club on early evenings when we dated. More surprisingly, his gf was not with him. GAAAAH! WHY?! WHY?! WHY?! So I became distracted and as poker players would say, I was on tilt. We are friends, my ex and I. In fact, we would sometimes send SMS to each other to ask or consult about work-related stuff. But, I was caught off-guard. And yes, I was shocked by how much I was affected by his presence. You know what was even more disturbing? He was seated and played beside another guy I dated whom we shall refer to as ex-A.…
Rico Blanco’s Antukin
I love Rico Blanco. And I felt some sort of loss when he left his former band. He was the heart and soul of the band. But I got really excited when he got back on the music scene via this song... I like the song. And the line "kung ayaw may dahilan, kung gusto palaging mayroong paraan" is timeless. :)
Healing a Broken Heart
*I know my friends don't like it when I'm emo but I wouldn't be Ria if I weren't emo. And I'd rather write about these things than hibernate, be suicidal, get catty, or have GERD or other stress-induced illness. Sorry friends.* One day the body asked the heart, When I’m hurt the doctor heals it. But if you’re hurt, who will heal you? Then the heart said, I have to heal by myself. Is it because of that whenever someone is hurt, they have their own special way of healing it? Drinking, singing, releasing anger, laughing, crying, going to trips with friends and talking to them, and running in the marathon... or the worst thing is just ignoring that pain. My way of healing is by making cake and cookies in the morning like right now. ...and I was healed from the smell of the baked cake. Can there be another treatment as sweet as this one? -Kim Sam Soon, My Name is Kim Sam Soon Episode 4 How does one heal a broken heart, exactly? I do not know. Once upon a time, I played DotA for 12 hours straight just so I could forget, go home, and go…
Birthday Wishlist 2010
Just in case you forgot, my birthday is on April 28. I'm turning 28. Horrors! Or not... Well, here's my birthday wishlist for 2010. Samsung Corby. I need a new mobile phone with the same features as my N82. Or an iPhone. Or a Blackberry. Masabi lang. :P Video camera. I want one. For vlogging purposes. Kikay Accessories. Cosmetics. I need a primer from Skin Food, Maybelline Clear Smooth BB Cream, Maybelline Eye Make Up Remover, Mineral Blush On (ELF or Maybelline). A mini-ref. I need one for my room. Tankini. Summer is almost here. :-& Oven. Kitchen Aid mixer. Knife set. Kitchen stuff. Trip for two (or more) to Boracay, Palawan, or Batanes. There's a lot more I would like to have. But for now, these are what I want for my birthday. :)
To the One Who Broke My Heart
Dear you, It's been a year since I chose to break down my "force field" and let you into my life. A year since I chose to silence my nagging brain and listen to my stupid heart instead. A year since I chose to love you and let myself be hurt. You broke my heart, and in a way, my spirit. Insecurities re-surfaced and I was brought back to the reality that no matter how great a person I try to be, not even when I try my best to please people, I cannot force them to choose me or love me. My pride was hurt. And I felt challenged. So I chose to stick it out. Hoping that maybe this time, I will what I deserve. That maybe being the better choice, the better person will pay off. But alas! Like how most of my life has been, I didn't get what I think I deserve. No matter how hard I tried to be good, to be better, you didn't choose me. It took me a long time to let go. And I must admit there's still a part of me that won't let go. I have moved on,…