I'M GOOD

the euphoria dissipated sometime in the late evening.

even the dances with the most fantastic leads couldn't have salvaged that flat feeling.

and i refuse to believe this has anything to do with fatigue.

in the span of that few hours at union, everything around just managed to seep under my skin and stay there.

MY STYLE

after last night's titillating conversation which touched on topics like individual style, i was hell bent to see if i had one today.

judging from the leads' facial expressions and certain responses, i suppose i do.

of course, some credit had to be given to the red heels (i sure missed them over the week!) because they made me more brazen.

after someone told me of my similar styling patterns, i made a conscious effort to throw those counts of eights to the backroom.

and lo and behold, i came up with some pretty interesting shit.

i didn't do anything fancy, but i felt different.

and people saw different.

someone just threw me a terrific compliment...and that's brought a huge grin to my face.

i have flair.

it may not be obvious and i may not command attention on the dancefloor, but that's me...and as long as my lead enjoys dancing with me, i'm happy.

THE LADIES WHO LUNCH

individual style, too, has somewhat kept me away from some people tonight.

it was interesting, observing the dynamics without getting too caught up in the enthusiasm of the crowd that was.

listening and watching had me make out the dominant characters and those who just sat back and rode on the wave of their leaders' comments.

i feel a little sorry for such characters but i suppose such are the dynamics of the world, and that's what's keeping the world moving.

there are leaders, and there are followers.

of course, some may detest being stereotyped, but it seemed rather obvious to me who was what tonight.

i'm not a lady who lunches, but i'm seen as one.

it's okay for me not to be in a group, for even if i was, i'd be an inner outcast.

purely because there can never be too many of the same kind in one coven.

STANDING STILL

coupledom is extremely interesting to observe.

while lounging away at my corner at union, i chanced upon some really puzzling dynamics between this couple who used to look like they were joined at the hip.

as she sidled up to him, he seemed to recoil in disgust.

the movement was minute, but the body language spoke thousands.

the guy then proceeded to ask someone else to dance.

and all this happened without any of them even bothering to steal a glance at each other.

does it mean it's come to (OH GOD FORBID!) a standstill?

then i travel back to a burgeoning pseudo-relationship.

(i say "pseudo" because none wants to admit it's becoming one.)

actually, i'm too disappointed in the concept to even describe how the night went for the couple, and for the people around the couple.

i've only got one word for the guy - WEAK.

TALK TO ME

it seems like i don't even need to say it.

people just do.

i'm glad to be me.

just...shiyin.