I was supposed to be on a vacation. Well... I am supposed to be on one. I was supposed to drive to JB and stop at a beach so that I can sit on my beach towel on the sand, with a good book and posibbly a great alcoholic beverage.
Well, all that is screwed by my lack of organization skills for my personal plans. I promised my friends that I will be around on the weekend to attend their house party because they were complaining that I was never around when they planned one. I was around, just that, I was not at the party because I was sleeping around the time I was supposed to be at the party. I was sleeping at 7 PM.
Of course, before that, I was shopping at One U with KTB, Joyce and her husband. The night before I was in Zeta Bar with Amy.
The Zeta Bar thing was another disaster. I am bad at socializing when it will not yield any kind of work related 'benefits'.
When I was in PR, somehow my mingling skills came naturally. I was able to talk, I was able to get to know people, I was able to be their friend during the party.
When I quit PR, I just don't see a reason for me to be all that. Every so often, people would describe me as the arrogant bitch. Can't blame them, I am perfectly good on my own, checking other people out.
Checking out clubbers put a smile on my face. They are just so... happy, and intoxicated. Everything that I am not.
The fact that I AM fuckable still stands. When I said fuckable, that means, other than being good at my work etc, I am a defected product when it comes to being someone's soulmate because the only one person I know who is able to be my soulmate is myself. I made a mistake of letting someone else other than the person who picked me up to drive me home. We ended up at his apartment and he ended up wanting to bed me, but I refused and told him that;
"I don't do flings. Even if I do want one, I am totally not interested in having one with you. I need to go home. Either you drive me home or you call me a cab, because I was under the impression that you were going to meet up with the others for food."
That said, I don't think men would ever look at me as anything else but fuckable. I am not a wife material or anything like that... I am fine with that...
A new friend, Dilesh, noticed that I have been looking at a dude intensely. He came over to me and asked me if I liked him. I nodded.
"Okay, I go and bring him over."
"Are you fucking kidding me?"
I was hyperventilating.
He went over to the guy, my object of affection at that point of time and then walked back with him towards me.
He was smooth, in a drunken bugger kind of way. He is gorgeous, that's all that I can credit him with, actually. Needless to say, I lost interest even though we did exchange numbers. And apparently, he is not really into me also, so... no biggie there.
I also went out with Sue. We went to The Daily Grind and had burgers. I had the sinfully tasty Lambugherni and my favorite home made root beer. That's 4 hours of cardio but it's worth every cholesterol laden bits!!!
She is in love, I think. I am happy for her of course. I think it's time us women of character to be happy and to know that our happiness have nothing to do with purchases of any over priced heels or gadgets.
I have yet to get to that stage, but I am happy for her.
Me on the other hand, was absolutely ecstatic over my newly bought bras and panties from La Senza. Those are my little pleasures in life.
My personal trainer was great. During stretching, where my PT was stretching my very strained limbs, I was thinking how would my PT be in bed with the girlfriend (Or boyfriend... I wouldn't know). I am just sick like that. I like the way he pulled my joints. It felt strangely ... euphoric.. heh.
Which kind of reminds me that I am supposed to get a glove for my weights training.