i seem to like blogging on monday mornings, maybe its coz i am always so damn bored at work. i hate this job, dread going to work everyday. its like i'm wasting my time here, i just want to go back home so that i can study and look for jobs in peace without switching windows everytime my boss walks by.
anyway, going to spain on wed. really really need this break, if not i cant imagine how i'm going to survive coming to work everyday, esp now that off days have been revoked.
friday night was at velvet with the LT10 people. actually its coz the guys have a gathering with their frenz and tz was nice enuf to ask me and sam along.
out of their frenz, one i have met and he's someone i can potentially like. but he's so aloof that yeah its damn blardy obvious he doesnt like me lah.
another guy, studying overseas. he's a very nice guy, interesting conversationalist. didnt talk to him at all til supper. we had a good conversation going til L showed up and tz and sam teased me, making me sound like a slut. so to say, there was not much conversation after that. but what a pity, he's a really nice guy i wouldnt mind getting to know.
finally. one of the guys' frenz. he was getting abit touchy-feely but i didnt think he'll try anything. tired of telling this story but i've never felt so helpless in my life. when your waist is being gripped so tightly u cant wriggle out, and your head is pulled back all the way until you feel that you might snap your spine. and no matter how u wriggle, you cant turn away from the kisses nor can you wriggle out of his grasp.
yes guys, some of you have said, y not slap him or jus step on his feet? after all, i was in my usual stilettos. but he's the guys' fren and i didnt want to make a scene.
whatever.
and at the end of the night, or should i say, saturday morning after the sun was shining brightly on my ass, i realised that i really have no more feelings for -him-. nothing emotional, even nothing physical. no lust, nothing. i think after he left, and i took that long to get over him, i really don't feel anything already. so yes, he's now just a memory of someone that i could really connect to, really click with. maybe time just wasnt on our side. and its probably time we moved on with life.
look at the bar at the top of this window you're reading. this phrase at the top, created when i set up my blog, was dedicated to -him-.