The Queen Bitch once again tries to give me grief. I highly suspect it was fuelled by Shorty, who has always been bo liao enough to stalk me on facebook, blog and other online mediums; probably for the main purpose of boot licking the Queen Bitch and as a source of home drama.

Perhaps she's too free at home since she has NO social life to speak of. HAH.

Hints of the Queen Bitch quitting her job lurks, due to her sudden regular presence at home.

It's amazing how she has been living the past several years, job hopping and quitting within a year of employment. She probably just couldn't make it through her probatory period. TSK.

Anyway, work has been pretty mundane, and life is BLAH.

I'm too old to club since clubs are filled with 18 year olds these days and the music pretty much suck.

The drinks are over priced and the quality is bad as well. *Sigh*

Unless I've a huge urge for alcohol and a bout of dancing, I try to avoid clubs as much as possible.

My facial scars are slowly healing. Though people have said that my wounds heal pretty fast, I just don't think it's healing fast enough.

I've been meeting W.Q every other weekends, and time just flies by too fast for us. It's tragic though cuz he'll be gone by July and I wouldn't know what to do with my weekends. I'll just probably go back to church and get brainwashed to break up with him since he's "Unequally Yoked". Quote, Unquote. Jane.

Pfft.

Seriously, who is to judge me when I die? The people in church or God? =.=!
Though they mean well, I don't wish to be patronized and even if they don't mean to, they sure do feel fake to me.

I just can't seem to connect with them.

I belong to the wild. ROFL.

My faith in God is Primitive.

L'sigh. It's Sunday already. WHY CAN'T GOD MAKE REST DAYS 4 instead of 2?

T_T

I can see a future together with you.

<3

FUCKINGHELL I'M IN PAIN!

I'M TERRIBLY AFRAID RIGHT NOW.
I'M IN ABSOLUTE PAIN.
A SHARP STUBBORN PAIN AT THE ROOT OF MY BOTTOM INCISORS' DRIVING ME NUTS.

At first it was just a dull ache. I thought, "No biggie, it might just be due to the impact. Maybe just a mild concussion to the teeth."

BUT NOOOoo.

The ache grew.

A little more insistent and a little stronger as the days wore on.

And now I can't even fucking function with this fucking ache. It's fucking pounding in my mouth. The ache seem to stem from the root of my incisors.

I complained and whined the whole day while at work to my colleagues. Apparently strong impact to the teeth could kill my teeth's root and cause it to rot and turn black a la Liang Po Po.

Geezus.

I'm so going to the company clinic for a referral to the dentist tomorrow morning. This ache is more than I can bear.

I can't imagine my life without REAL TEETH. Veneers cost more than I can afford right now.

*sobs*

Who would want a girl with FAKE TEETH at 22?!

OMG. Imagine DENTURES cuz I can't afford VENEERS.

*sobs*

And left ring finger is so fucked up it's still leaking PUS at night and itching the hell out of me in the day as and when the wound gets in contact with MOISTURE.

shit.

I've a row of ulcers in front of my incisors where I pounded onto when I fell face flat. And the fucking ulcers are throbbing with sharp pain as well.

I've been using Bonjela at work to seal the bloody ulcers up and hoping that it will heal up faster but apparently the pain upon application makes me scream murder.

Even tattooing doesn't hurt so much. At least it doesn't come in combinations of different pain types.

SHIT.

The past few days has been spent slacking at his place, watching DVDs and eating loads.

He's been taking care of him, and I've been shamelessly demanding for his affection like a little puppy. ROFL.

*Big puppy eyes*

O.O

Time passes by really fast when we're enjoying ourselves.

T_T

Saw Farhan the other day while we were out at Tampines. Haven't seen him for ages and his sudden appearance kinda made us guilty.

*stupid complicated thoughts*

Anyway, I don't know if LDRs will work out but I'll try. *Sigh*