By Ryanne Czarina Villegas
7:00 AM
I wake up to the blinding rays of the sun peering through the window of my penthouse in our family-owned skyscraper. Gosh, I forgot to activate my black-out, voice-activated blinds last night. Oh, well. Good morning, world! Today, I’ll be showing you a glimpse of how my normal day goes.
I usually start my day with meditation, thanking the world—especially my dad—for always being flooded by blessings. I also do my daily affirmations. Haters online don’t understand this lifestyle—it’s hard work too!
I refuse to let negativity ruin my morning. People keep asking how we can afford multiple houses and cars, but honestly? Hard work and manifestation really work if you believe (repeat until it’s true for you, too). Instead of complaining online, they should just try it.
7:30 AM
Now, off to my in-house gym. My trainer, a former national athlete, guides me through a gentle 15-minute stretch. Any more exertion might crease my matching pink Lululemon loungewear set, limited edition and customized just for me. I use this time to clear my mind and listen to some music before having my breakfast.
While ordinary people eat tapsilog, I have avocado toast flown in from Sydney and a smoothie made with Amazonian açai. Mommy says our staff should eat in the kitchen because their uniforms ruin the vibe, but I still love them. I even gave our driver my old iPhone 13—I’m practically Mother Teresa sometimes.
8:00 AM
I take a shower and do my skin care with my limited edition products from all over the world. Brazil, Europe, Japan, Korea, and I forgot the rest. Sometimes, they don’t even work that well on me so I have to throw them away. I mean, I have to make sure there is nothing marring my perfect face.
Once I’ve blow-dried my hair, I step into my walk-in closet and skim through my designer clothes. I spend a few minutes putting together my OOTD before finally settling on a Chanel blouse and Miu Miu pants with a YSL belt.
For shoes, I picked my LV pumps, and I paired it with my favorite Dior saddle bag. Of course, we can’t forget my Cartier watch and my gold brass set from Michael Kors.
Then I update my socials: “Good morning, Philippines! Stay nourished, stay grateful <3 #BlessedAndBusy.” I get thousands of likes and comments instantly. I swear, people almost treat me like a celebrity nowadays.
9:00 AM
My first appointment of the day is my weekly health check-up. I hop onto my private plane for a quick trip to Singapore. The doctors there are just… better, you know? It’s probably a plus that they’re also chinitos. Plus, Philippine hospitals are too “public” for me. It’s honestly sad that so many people here settle for local healthcare when they could just work harder and fly out like we do.
It’s kind of a family tradition at this point. We’ve been going to the same clinic for years, and the owners are basically family friends. My sisters and I usually tag along for wellness weekends, but today it’s just me. It feels good to keep up the routine—after all, staying healthy is really just about staying connected.
11:00 AM
From Singapore, I zoom straight to BGC to meet my sisters for lunch in our favorite restaurant. The one we always frequent when we come here. We ordered steak, truffle pasta, wagyu, and the signature dish along with a bottle of wine older than our bloodline.
People assume it’s all handed to us, but do they realize how tiring it is to fly across time zones just for a meal? We make it work, though—every week, without fail. Because nothing bonds a family quite like international fine dining, a little shopping after, and a long spa day to recover from all the stress of keeping up with each other.
1:00 PM
The day always feels incomplete without a little retail therapy. At Greenbelt 3, I begin strolling past the storefronts that feel more like an extension of my own closet. The sales associates know me well enough to have the new season’s collection already waiting in a private room.
Today, I tell myself I’m being practical. Just a few new handbags, a necklace that catches the light just so, and a stack of dresses I’ll probably wear once. Shopping, after all, isn’t an indulgence. It is wellness.
As I leave with bags stacked higher than my driver’s patience, I remind my followers in a quick post: one should never apologize for treating oneself. “Remember: don’t be afraid to spoil yourself. You deserve it! #TreatYourself #ShoppingIsWellness.” People think happiness can’t be bought, but that’s just because they’ve never swiped Daddy’s black card.
3:45 PM
After two long hours of shopping, it’s time for a little self-care before the big night. I booked out an entire spa wing in Okada—privacy is important when you’re doing a gold-leaf facial and a diamond dust scrub. By the time I’m finished, my skin is glowing brighter than the chandeliers above me.
My stylist arrives with the dress: a custom Balmain gown flown in from Paris, stitched by hand and designed exclusively for me. I also made sure to pick up something for my friend’s birthday—a bodysuit from the Versace fall collection that hasn’t even been released yet. That’s just the kind of thoughtful friend I am.
6:00 PM
I step into my private plane bound for Forbes Park, hair and makeup freshly perfected by my team of artists who make me look red-carpet ready even when I’m only attending a “small” get-together dinner for my friend’s birthday.
The night is full of laughter, music, and endless photo ops. My friend nearly cries when she opens my gift, and I remind her that she deserves it. After all, luxury isn’t about the price tag—it’s about knowing the right people. As the cameras flash and everyone clinks glasses, I can’t help but think: this is what hard work looks like. My kind of hard work, anyway.
10:00 PM
By the time I’m back in my penthouse, wrapped in my silk robe and sipping vintage champagne, I finally have a moment to breathe. The day has been so exhausting—flying across countries, shopping for therapy, spoiling my friend with couture, and gracing a party with my presence. Sometimes I wonder how I manage it all.
Before I tuck myself in, I first recite my nightly affirmations: gratitude for Daddy’s endless support, for my sisters who keep me grounded in our own extravagant way, and for the universe, which clearly chose me for a reason.
As the city lights twinkle below, I drift off to sleep knowing tomorrow will be just as busy, just as fabulous, and just as blessed. Oh, I can’t wait.
I post one last update for my followers: “Another day, another blessing. Always remember—never settle for less when you were born for more. Good night, world! And for haters who accuse my family of stealing billions: stop complaining and start hustling!! #FloodedByBlessings <3”
