Live well. Laugh often. Love much.

♥Inspirational Words
The Best Expression of Love is Time. The importance of things can be measured by how much time we are willing to invest in them. The more time you give to something, the more you reveal its importance & value to you. If you want to know a person's priority, just look at how they use their time.

Time is your most precious gift because you only have a set amount of it. You can make more money, but you can't make more time. When you give someone your time, you are giving them a portion of your life that you'll never get back. The essence of love is not what we think or do or provide for others, but how much we give of ourselves.

The most desired gift of love is not diamond or roses. It is focused attention. Love concentrates so intently on another that you forget yourself at that moment. Attention says, " I value you enough to give you my most precious asset- my time."

Love means giving up- yielding my preferences, comfort, goals, security, money,energy, or time for the benefit of someone else.♥

The Life of a Socialite
on January 19, 2006 @ 1:36 pm

Any predispositions about socialites can be forgotten. For this night gave me insight into the eyes of a party addict, social obsession and skillful manipulation of the opposite sex. If you thought no one is able to survive a night without paying anything, think again. Bottom line is, party people really show you a good time! However a caveat against this type of behaviour is the consequences and effects if you get too caught up in the moment.

This is my story, of how a few hours of euphoria (no no I don't do drugs) led to sudden troughs (I'm a slight drama queen hehe).

The moment she walked in, I could tell that everyone knew her. NOt that everyone was staring at her in her majestic repertoire or anything, basically because she greeted almost every person on the way over to my desolate table. I had been sitting there for a good half hour and not a single face seemed somewhat familar. I guess her entrance began the night.

Immediately there were drinks passed around and a flurry of names exchanged. Pieces of gossip were murmured about each person if it were worth hearing about. There is no way in this world, sober nor drunk, that I would remember all the faces I met that night, let alone the names that were attached to those faces. It's a pity though because even the socialite herself could not do the deed to describe all her male clubbing friends.

Admittedly, none of the boys I met stood out in my mind, I guess I had sort of a barrier propped around me - like an invisible bubble that only I can pop when I feel comfortable. Or mainly because there is only one love in my life. Hence any conversation that I was engaged in was only small talk - surprisingly even the socialite had only compelling small talk issues. It ranged from mwah mwah...how are you...what's up...what's goin on tmr?...i'll be there!...*glug glug*.

Perhaps its not the conversations that keep the socialite coming back for more. Perhaps its the 'free lunch' that adds as an incentive. Free lunch is the immediate impression one receives - but one mustn't forget the saying, There's no such thing as free lunch. I don't think it was written in vain. That night nevertheless, it seemed as if 'free lunch' was stamped across every male forehead. Lol. Socialite and I probably had over $100 worth of free drinks at the club and Maloney's, including cover charge. If friendship is give and take, I'm not sure if what these boys are getting in return is legit.

I can't deny that I had an awesome time with her, yet I got lost in the atmosphere of drinking and dancing, forgetting to pay attention to how many drinks I've had. It was later when I experienced the dreadful consequences, along with a couple of people I hold close to my heart. Lesson learnt.

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