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Ayen Rivera
| Main blog: | boulevard avenue | | Gender: | Male | | Occupation: | Artistic / Creative | | Education: | Bachelors degree, Graduate degree | | Religion: | Spiritual but not religious | | Race/lineage: | Asian | | Location: | Philippines, Quezon |
| Body Size: | Thin | | Height: | 5' 6" (168 cm) | | Eyes: | Brown | | Vision: | No assisted eyewear | | Hair Color: | Black | | Hair Style: | Shaved | | Facial Hair: | Stubbly | | Skin Tone: | Fair | | Clothing Pref.: | Practical |
| Relationship Status: | Married | | Astrological Sign: | Scorpio (Oct 24 - Nov 21) | | Existing as: | Human | | Smoking: | Quit | | Liquor: | Social drinker. One or two | | Exercise: | Occasionally | | Your Home: | Live with wife | | Biography/About: | I'm married to a girl smarter than me ten-fold. |
some good things come to an end
We're in the process of moving to this neat place.
replacing the lock with sandwhiches, or just how tired i am this morning
We locked ourselves in this morning. The frontdoor lock died on us. The knob from the inside turns this way and that, but the door wouldn't budge. Dumar toyed with the lock this morning, the silver-finish one that I bought yesterday, because we had foreseen that that lock was giving in, which it did this morning, the moment Dumar touched it. Dumar is our boarder-turned-little-brother, only that he's taller than Anne and I combined. (Last night he couldn't get in and had to give me some missed calls. He was at the front door and his key was useless.) While my wife cleaned the sala, which had a...
allergic to maids
Day six of life after we kicked out the maid. What is it, what is it that my wife and I keep doing recently? Oh chores. Wait. My back is telling me something. Oh, that it hurts. Househelp, I tell you, needs to be replaced, like used-up batteries, every so often. Every three months would be good. Polite and effortful they come to you. Then the weeks go by and their annoying habits and ways of taking over your lives begin to surface. And you want to kill them. They want to squeeze every little thing out of their stay in your house--food, television, salary advances, time off, more food,...
how to apologize to rice
I've asked my wife to buy another rice cooker, because I've turned to cinders the last two cookings of rice I've tried to perfect. You really shouldn't deal with the assembly of food when you are tired. Food are sensitive. They feel you. Plants wither around depressed people and love birds die when housed in a cage inside a home where a couple does nothing but stab each other with invectives. The same goes for rice. Eventhough you did not intentionally neglect them, all they know is that you have neglected them. And when you say sorry it's too late. They're gone. Cinders. Technology to the...
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