Vanity

I woke up in daze after what's supposed to be a power nap. Piles and piles of schedule from the weeks before left me in sleep deprivation, consolidated with three days without my eyecream. That forced a beauty sleep to be slipped into a busy happy hour Friday. 

I got a dinner plan that night at 8, snoozed my alarm at 8, then automatically opened my inbox, a latent habit of mine which is not very great. Apparently most of the attendees would be late. Good. I changed clothes and dabbed some darkhorse shadows on my eyes. 

The dinner place where we wanted to go was always packed. But apparently, my friend, being a busy banker who should assess credit approval for the mid level companies in Indonesia, matching their performance with the green compliance, and who just got back from her 10-day business training in Hong Kong forgot to book the place and thinking we were one of the "it" clans in Jakarta who could just snatch any table in this city. No, we were not. 

When we are dancing and you're dangerously close to me, I get ideas. I want to hold you so much closer than I dare do.

TED

"I want somebody to bang his head, making him realize what he truly feels (about me)." But girlfriend, his pals are not a teddy bear, his pals will give him booze, striptease vouchers, and advice him to forget your intelligent face with that glasses, your political thoughts, your similar hobbies. They would say raw meat are everywhere for him to enter in. He is free, independent, and self-sufficient, why would he need your insight and frequent make out with the same person. Not all guys have a talking teddy bear. And maybe he is just not that into you. Moreover, as someone said, all relationships are the wrong one, they will end, unless you're in the right one. 

Kisses for all my girl friends.