Current location:	Office
Current mood:	blah

Drag

As in slow, not the other exciting meaning. I've been lethargic about posting on LJ, but I've noticed that the last couple of months have been lethargic for most of my F-List-ers, too. This has somehow spurred me to do a post. After all, if the bar is set low, there are no expectations, right?

The Oktoberfest party was a smashing success. People left my place either very full of food or full of alcohol. And definitely full of smiles. I'm now looking firmly forward to the next big bash, most likely for Halloween.

Last friday night, I proceeded to get hammered. Which should not have been surprising given that i started drinking around 5.30pm and did not stop till about 1am. A cocktail, beer, a whole bottle of Riesling, 2 glasses of chardonnay, and one bottle of Heineken to top it all off. And not a lot of food in all of it. I was apparently very very entertaining and I remember laughing a lot. So I guess the evening was a success.

I am awaiting the PA bar results this week; it's been scheduled for friday. So I'm either gonna be roaring drunk from celebrating or from depression. The less said on this topic, the better. Given my history.

Boys are disappointing me like there's no tomorrow. There was a sudden spike of activities about a month or so back, where my love stock seemed quite up. But woefully, my love life has now gone the way of the global financial markets. I'd like to know if there's a bailout plan for me in the pipeline cos, let me tell you, I need some serious salvaging. There was a French tourist with whom things seemed to be going well. He came down here again to meet me and talk about "things". The trip did not go well. Between his increasingly horrible case of jetlag and my PMS-ing, both of us were confused. He's due to come down to S'pore again next week, but this time for a vacay to Malaysia & Laos with his friend. I don't know what's going to happen then. I like this bloke a fair bit and I'm quite disappointed that what had looked sorta promising before is now near-comatose. Next week will see either the pulling of the plug or resuscitation of our "relationship".

There was another boy in the picture, kind of. He's in my area and we had lunch once, a coupla months before the bar. I was pretty interested in him and kinda excited about it, because I rarely find any Singaporeans attractive in every way. But I didn't know if he was even remotely interested in me. After that lunch, I came away a little less interested in him and still no clue as to how he felt about me. After the bar, I tried asking him to lunch... and I'm still waiting for an answer. Doesn't bode well, does it. So yea, kinda feeling the stings of rejection.

Aside from that, there's work, which is chugging along. I was feeling a tad uninspired by it, which I did not like, so i volunteered to draft a court submission. It's due in 2 weeks, so I now have something to keep me engaged for a bit.

Well, that's me in a rather-big-nutshell. How are things with the rest of ya?