Dinner with the girls did not go as I had hoped. I wanted to really spend some time with them, doing things we've never done before: sleepovers, chatting into the night, just bonding. Guess we're really not the types to do these things. Sigh. I thought it'd be a chance for us to know each other deeper and a chance for us to talk after all our busy schedules and all. Oh well. I tried.

Met a really cute bartender last night. My friend somehow got the name for me. Haha... He looks a little like Daniel Wu, that ABC HK actor. Mmm... Told me to look for him next time. Whatever for? Free drinks? Then maybe.

Saw someone else at the club too. Someone I'm not too keen to see. My previous boss from the events company who made life so miserable for me. In a way, my life went really shitty after I went working for him last year. Yes, I'm blaming him for my break-up. The late nights he made me work did contribute somewhat to the tensions between HE and I. Lame excuse? Perhaps. Maybe I'm just looking for ways to add to the bastard's list of gross acts of inhumanity. HA.

Homefront's not rosy either. They nag when I come home late. But when I stay home they talk nasty to me also. Always so biting and sacarstic with their words. Do they want me to stay in or out? I hate this. Nothing I do ever measures up. It's always like that, can't remember a time when life isn't like so. So what am I to do?

I'm trying to like my life. I'm trying to like me. I don't like me. I hate life. I hate living.