For some reason, the first thing that came to mind was Klytemnestra, wife of Agamemnon, but since I know little about her, I won’t say much of her here.
The second thing that came to mind is the shortened version of okay. People have been asking me how I was more often than usual and it’s become annoyingly repetitive that I’ve taken to answering, “K lang” (literally means “just okay” but semantically means “I’m okay“).
The third thing that came to mind was my friend’s last name which began with this letter. She was the only one who really probed and demanded a proper answer abojt how I was and how I was feeling. I’m glad she’s back from her vacation.
The fourth thing I thought about was potassium and how this became a meme when people began to use K as the answer to text messages. People who would receive this answer thought it was such a waste to just answer one letter that they would reply with the element this letter represented. Confusion, hilarity, and online memes had abounded because of this.
The last thing that came to mind was that I really had nothing related to the letter K that I could talk about.
There’s this thing going on Facebook right now about a website called ParodyWiki which basically pulls your FB profile pic and invents a fake wikipedia entry about you.
Mine said I was a professional snake venom milker and that I founded a company called Snakes Suck after I got bitten by a snake. Here’s a screenshot:
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Apparently I’m worth a lot of money.
(Spoiler alert: I’m actually poor.)
This heat is very oppressive and is frying my brains out.
So here are random topics that begin with the letter R.
Ria is my name. It’s not reeyah. I only used the latter as my wordpress username because it wouldn’t let me have a three-letter one.
Once we had to make an alliteration using our name. Someone came up with Ravishing Ria for me because I couldn’t come up with one on the spot. Later on I came up with Reading Ria or Ria Reads, which is so bookworm-y and not at all cool like Ravishing Ria.
I love reading, but for some reason I couldn’t get my reading momentum going this summer.
I don’t like red velvet anything.
I am currently wearing a red shirt. It’s like I was subconsciously acknowledging or paying homage to the heat by choosing this. Or maybe because everything else was in the laundry.
I like raspberry jam/preserve more than strawberry.
How Rosang Taba Won A Race by Dean Alfar is one of my favorite short stories. It used to be available on the Palanca Awards website, but after they revamped it, the archive of texts disappeared. It’s about a fat Filipina servant in the household of the Governor-General in 19th century Philippines. Rosang Taba translates to Fat Rosa. She challenges an arrogant Spanish official to a race which she wins. How she wins it is the beauty of the story.
I am out of R ideas, so this is it. I’m off to look for some refreshments.
Along the shores of the Brgy. Fabrica, Lobo, Batangas coast are a number of small resorts similar to what you’d find along the Laiya coastline. This seems to be quickly becoming a new tourist destination for the beach-lovers. The waters were fairly clear (waves kept “kicking up” sand) and shallow for about a hundred meters from the shore, the sand was soft and generally clean (I saw a fragment of a Happee toothpaste wrapper floating in the water but that was it), and the resorts had a strict QUIET rule: no videoke past ten pm (thank God).
I’m still here in Punta Verde Sands, and this has so far been a very pleasant stay. I had expected the beach to be rocky, but it really isn’t. 🙂
The house we rented
closer view of the house
art from the porch
More art. This one looks like a dinosaur
Hallway of bathrooms. There were three indoor toilets and baths (one set was inside the master bedroom), and one outdoor toilet and bath. When I say outdoor it was beside the outdoor cabin and not inside the main house.
View from the porch
There was a lounge deck…
…with a spectacular view of the beach.
panorama shot of the place from the lounge deck
outdoor “cabin” with a king sized futon bed inside perfect for the couple who want to be away from the rest of the group
Upper floor of the house
Pool table looked decorative only and not functional
carved statue of a carabao ( i think)
one of the rooms in the second floor
panorama shot from the second floor balcony
view of Punta Verde Sands from the beach
Fine sand. Not powdery like in Boracay, but soft enough
My favorite sunset shot
The kids made sand castles
This was somewhere along the road to Punta Verde Sands. Really beautiful place…
…which the directions say looks like Narnia.
Do you know that expression up there? Usually used by teenage or hormonal ladies (or any lady basically) when they see a beautiful human male they’d love to get their hands on (to hug. What were you thinking of? Lol).
Today, I felt an explosion of a different kind, and for that I hate my ovaries and uterus because it has brought me nothing but a series of expletives and cries of Ow!
Why does this have to be a cycle? Isn’t it enough that we give birth and that it is already painful enough for a lifetime of menstrual cramps and other discomforts?! Why do we have to suffer every month?!?!
And that, folks, is the question that is on most–if not all–of women’s minds.