I'm pissed

.. as in drunk

Again..

Well, I went out by myself tonight. I went to my favourite bar again. I met my mate the barman too. He actually fancies me. But he's got a girlfriend. And since she hasn't done anything wrong, so he couldn't leave her. So there you go. Yet another nice man being crossed off the damn list.

Can you believe it.. this new house band was really playing "I will survive", "Can't take my eyes off you", "Dancing Queen" and "YMCA". Pluse, a while later, they played J. Lo's Get Right too!!! SHOOT ME!!!

We should arrest those who sing these songs in the Kingdom. And we are to globalise this law too. It's a crime!!!

Until then, I shall sing along and dance to those crappy songs.

Not J. Lo's song though. I truly and amazingly hate that crap. I mean, song.

No dramas tonight for a change as I was on the second floor. No drunken @#$%! trying to buy me for the night whatsoever. Woohoo!!

You know what, I've decided to get myself a boyfriend. Then, a hubby. Then, a child. I've got too much free time now. I mean, on the weekends. I have got no time for anything else on working days. But weekends... I've got so much free time. I mean, two days every week that I can actually think about something else, other than work! That's too much! I need to occupy myself!

Oh good news, I just called my former The One an arse tonight. HAhahaha. It's so funny. You know, he's actually been out of my life. Remember the last episode... that he acted tw*tly and pretty much ignored me at the damn pub?

After that, he's quiet on me. Not a surprise. Then, I got a hold of him. And he told me that "You're too emotional for me." In which he meant "I don't need you in my life anymore. Not even as a friend."

I still owed him a lunch back then. So, I decided to just pay for my last lunch with him instead as we were not going to have lunch together ever again. I wrote a letter to state my intention and said that I didn't owe him anything anymore. And put some money in it. More than my share last time. But wtf. I couldn't care less.

I texted him to let him know that I was dropping an envelope for him at his apartment. He replied "What's up now? You're delivering letter bomb?" British sense of humour or not, I'm not sure this time. I replied "I wish I had some. Well, just my lunch last time that I still owe you." And he's been quiet since. Beat my sense of humour, mate. :D

Tonight, I felt strange. I texted him " :-D " and he replied! He Hi'd me. Sent back the usual How are you thing. He's not that keen. So, I asked him if it meant "Just clamp it and leave me alone. It's Saturday night, for the love of God." He replied "Yup". 555555555555

I told him I just wanted to know where we stood as he was an arse sometimes and wouldn't say what he really wanted.

I called him an arse. 555555555555555555555555555555

So much for being The One.

I'm not sad that he's gone, honest. I couldn't really be myself when I was with him anyway (even as friends). I had to dress conservatively. No tits out whatsoever. I shouldn't swear too much. I shouldn't smoke. I shouldn't get drunk. Basically, I had to change myself totally when I met up with him.

But he was kind of nice most of the time though. One can only take so much, I guess. He can't have his shoulder ready for me to cry on for ever. That's probably it.

Well, whatever. I'm not really sad. Just.. the whole thing. I mean.. those backstabbers.. then Him.. Sometimes I just wonder if it's me. Ian my mate was just so ready to give me a kick up my arse when I said this a few days ago.

I might be right though, you know. Sometimes I just wonder...

Oh well... another crap from me... I blame the damn beers.

-- From my email to a friend tonight --