Denial

So I was looking forward all week to friday night to drink, hopefully relieve the pain within. Knowing that she more or less is gonna be there gives me mixed feelings.

Met up on that day itself with Lisa and her friend, Yingchiang, to help set up the surprise disco birthday party at Shanghai Sally for Jason, Lisa's boyfriend. They are one of those people whom you can really stone with and do nothing the whole day. I can imagine waking up to doodles all over me if I doze off on those stoning sessions...

- "Bad haircut.  Go sue Supercuts".

- "You look so cute when you're snoring"  

- "OWE $ PAY $"

- "Nice butt cleavage"

- "Nice butt cleavage, call me sometime. 9xxxxxxx - Tom"  


Had alotta laughs doing up the place. Shortly after, three of us met up with Jason at Marriot Hotel. Gameplan was to drag time as long as possible as to let the club fill up before we arrive. We turned to some dessert buffet which I gleefully helped myself to plenty of cakes, tiramisu, puddings, etc.. oh yeah, mushroom soup, courtesy of Yingchiang. I read somewhere that guys eat a lot when they are feeling sad. I eat a lot when I'm sad AND happy.

Yingchiang and mostly Lisa were stressed out while I engaged in conversation with the birth boy, started talking about the people in our clique. The spotlight gradually shifted onto me...

Me: "So what do ya think about me, dood?"

Jason: "Well, when you laugh, everyone else laughs with you..."

Me: "Heh... uh huh."

Jason: "Also, initially when you started hanging out with us, everyone remembers you in this way...
I'm like "Do you remember ...Daniel?"
Some don't, so I ask again,
"Do you remember Daniel-BWHAHAHA...?"
They go "OH THAT ONE!"

And the table went up in laughter. Not really sure whether it was because of mine though but who cares, heh.


Party time! DRINK DRANK DRUNK!

Upon a lil' high on drinking too much, I paid a compliment to this girl's looks, before that I specifically stated that I did not have any ulterior motives nor was trying to pick her up. She RAN off, told her brother apparently, in my full view. Luckily I know that guy and he knows me, though it was embarrassing even though no one really saw it happen. I feel like giving her a big-ass spanking. Even till now.

Found out later that she was not even twenty years old. But that's not an excuse not to handle compliments paid to you in the correct manner. Surely someone must have taught her to say at least a Thank You or something?

Then again, now recalling that she was constantly adjusting her tube top and flicking her hair, just totally sums it all up. I should slap myself sometimes.


Val called me when I was home later that night, asked if I was alright. I said I wasn't. Rambled on a piece of my mind... well, nothing's changed, wasn't expecting to anyway.

I feel sucky. Didn't help that I only had four hours of sleep. The highlight of my Saturday was Laksa for lunch. Took away all my highness, grogginess, sadness, whatever.




BON JOVI: Your love is like bad medicine...

ME: Maybe you should try laksa then.