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