But I don’t know why or what about.

So just let me rant.

I came from a wedding. I wore this errr… nice (but apparently sexy) dress. I was the host of the reception and after I said “Good evening! I’m Ria, and I’m your host for this evening,” random guy shouted “HI MISS RIA, ANG GANDA MO!” (HI MISS RIA, YOU’RE SO BEAUTIFUL!) Ohhhkay…

Now I’m at the shop (the internet shop). I’m so tired, sleepy, and kinda stressed out but I don’t want to go home yet. I miss being online for the sake of. I miss just Plurking, browsing through Multiply, Plurking, chatting over IM, Plurking, blog hopping, Plurking… I think I Plurk too much, right?

Which reminds me, Plurk has been the avenue through which I become kilig lately. Well, nothing interesting is happening in my life (in the romance department) but there are too many Plurkers in love, falling in love, loving, wanting to be loved, etc. And it gives me sooo much kilig to read their Plurks. Sarap kiligin. 😛

And yeah, I’m still single. Not searching (OWS?!) actively, but I would like to. The part where I’m not searching actively is mostly because I don’t have the time and energy to do so. But if I didn’t have too much work, believe me… I would be out there selling myself to the highest/most good-looking bidder dating, scouting guys, doing stuff to find me an adorable guy who’d take care of me and who needs me to take care of him. And yeah, we’d love each other and be pa-cute and malambing over Plurk.

I realized much of my life right now is all about work, my jobs, getting clients, answering inquiries, blogging, canvassing, events, meetings, managing a team, making videos, uploading photos… mostly work-related. I’m not complaining though. Coz if I didn’t have these many things to do, I’d be broke and I’d have to spend idle time being emo, hating myself, and hating others.

I’m quite happy with my life now. Barring the almost daily rages brought about by pasaway clients or business associates, I’m quite happy. I’m still not over a lot of things — my team breaking up, and the other unresolved issues in my life — but I am quite happy. Sure there have been too many nights spent crying myself to sleep (leading to unsightly eyebags), but most of the time I am able to convince myself to choose to be happy rather than be sad. Note that I am not HAPPY or SUPER HAPPY only “quite happy” because things could certainly be better, and I hope they get better soon. NOW NA!

YUN LANG! BOW! KTHNXBAI!

PS To the girl who broke my friend’s heart YOU SUCK! I’ll bitchslap you using my big boobies.

(JOEY and KRISTIAN, if you’re reading this… GODDAMMIT I MISS YOU!!!)