I don't know why my body is protesting, but it is.
My back and left knee are seriously whacked. I feel like a 70year-old.
I ache and creak when I move. Even when I'm sitting down, my left knee screams. Maybe it's complaining about the weight I've put on. What are the odds that I can lose the couple of kilos before my birthday?
And my right eyelid is starting to droop I think. Dammit. Now you can see double eyelid on my left eye and not my right. Annoying.
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Drama at my event on Monday.
I swear things like that only happen to me. The crime was appalling but what struck me dumb was finding out the offender was one of the catering staff.
Hope I don't have to step into another police station anytime soon.
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Wednesday night was dinner and drinks with
James. Great hair darling *wink*
We went to *wait for it* Pasta Brava. Some of the people there actually know my name now. Dinner was great as always. He had lamb, apple pie (shocker!), a couple of servings of beer and finished off with an Earl Grey. The reason why I love bringing people to Pasta Brava is because everyone loves the food there. And why shouldn't they? It's fabulous. And the service is usually pretty good as well. I had my serving of red meat, had yummy chocolate ice cream and finished off with peppermint tea. Too mild you say? We had a quick drink after at The Toucan.
So I hogged the conversation the entire night and made James listen to my life story and how much I love Cesc. And we discovered a mutual adoration of Ed Hardy's loud, tattoo-inspired designs. I so have to get that dress right?
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Met some new friends at Riverside Point's Cafe Iguana. Fun bunch, especially when Ting joined us too.
When the boys left, Ting and I hung around a little for some private time. Some heart-to-heart and some idle rants. We decided to go do Salsa together. I think I might also check out Spanish classes. I'm going to make Cesc so proud.
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Some people are just not cut out for relationships. There are many reasons why.
Some don't believe in commitment.
Some don't communicate.
Some are pathological liars.
Some don't understand mutual respect.
Some don't like to compromise.
Some don't understand the concept of being a couple and the implications that come along with it.
Some are just fucked up.
I like to think that we learn something from all our past relationships, but a friend once asked me, "Do we
ever learn?" He does have a point, seeing as to how we always manage to screw things up and end up alone after all that grief and drama.
I know I'm not about to jump into another relationship. WAHA indeed! I think some people should think about their inadequate abilities before bringing serious drama into the lives of others. But the lack of self-awareness also means that these individuals have no idea what fuckups they are.
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Bought EIGHT books today Bras Basah. Then conveniently left them at someone else's office. So clever. Might as well try to make space for them at home first then.
Had creamy yummy ice cream at Tom's Palette. I asked for a card because it appears they do ice cream making classes and all - could be interesting for work or something. "Occupational hazard," so says my companion.
Found out that there is an adult shop near the office. So going to check it out with Charlotte soon. Maybe during lunch or something one day.
I so wanna buy Victoria's Secret stuff. At the same time though, I reckon I should start saving also. My retirement fund is hardly worth looking at right now...
#1 - Be less emo. Think less, do more.
