Money Faced.

So I broke up with Justin OFFICIALLY today.

And I was told that he had found a job. So I'm just happy for him that he now has a stable job and that my prayers were answered.

But what makes me so sad right now, is that because of the break up, he has turned against me, calling me a 'liar' and 'money faced'.

Which is as good as saying that I'm a money faced lying bitch.

I don't deny that I love money, cuz money = stability and security for me. (For those who know.) Which are just the peeps from PRCS, ND and Jabie, I think. No one else knows shit, so yeah.

But anyone else whom I've never bothered with explanations won't really know. In case some THINK that they know shitloads about me, it's best I clarify.

I've lost the ability to love someone with my heart, maybe since the first two boyfriends, because when one HAS to find some way to survive, one can't get too fucking emotional.

And yes, I admit, for a period of time, I was out for a boy stable enough to just marry me and get me out of this fucking place.

Isn't that just pathetic?

I don't know. That's just how I feel now.

Maybe those who don't know me will roll their fucking eyes and say "Oh, please." But yeah, that's how I feel.

And I just don't like the fact that Justin wasn't gracious when we broke up and yet kept trying to make me feel bad just because I felt that I had to tell him that I have no feelings for him anymore.

Ugh.

NOW AT FUCKING 3AM HE WANTS TO PATCH UP?!

WTF.

I don't know what he fucking wants from me anymore.

Perhaps just for me to die of a slow torturous disease or for me to burn in eternal damnnation. I suppose that's waht he wants since he's petty by nature.

"The male fox will mate for life, and if the female dies, he remains single for the rest of his life. However, if the male dies, the female will hook up with a new mate."

I'm down with severe sore throat and I've lost the ability to speak. My head feels like it's spinning, and I can't breathe right.

T_T

I'm mute for the day...
and away from work!

Funny how all doctors assume I smoke though I've never touched those cancer sticks.

UGH!

Manic Monday.

Learnt Soot today.

Shitloads of samples. Broke my nails again. Had to handover my leftovers (samples were impossible to complete).

Met Justin for dinner.

I cried.

Because I'm scared of being with him when he's jobless. (Call me materialistic or shallow, whatever.)

TO me, money is important. A job is important. Without a job, with no savings, no money, there's hardly anyway to survive in Singapore.

And even with plans to immigrate, YOU STILL NEED MONEY TO RELOCATE.

SO yeah. I'm money minded.

I dream to be a tai tai. SO sue me. At least I admit and don't deny.

Food, loads of food!

Met up with W.Q today for lunch and movie E!Hub, and once again, he DROVE. LOL.

I find it super cute and lazy when both of us live like a few blocks away from each other and E!Hub's only a 10 minute walk away. But I still like that little creature comfort anyway.

=p

Lunch at Buddy Haogies sucked. The food tasted bland and was over priced.

Their salmon pasta tasted like some zhi char Hokkien mee, and worst still, it was so bland that I couldn't even taste the Salmon. -.-!!!



Their Hoagies were levels below Burger King's and it cost twice as much.



Their rosti was soggy.



We shouldn't have tried Buddy Hoagie's. I shouldn't have suggested trying it out. Bad choice. Should've stuck to New York New York.



Anyway, Quantum of Solace was kinda nice, but too short to make it shiok.



Treated W.Q to Fondue at Fondu on level 1, and their fondue was pretty good!

So I made a bad choice on the lunch venue and a good one for dessert.

=D

Happy day.

Long blog post.

Pictures of the day Justin gave me back his watch.

Dinner at Riverside Point's Brewerkz.

Something that relates to me. (Justin gave me this link today.)

- Beyonce Knowles Lyrics

Friday was spent clubbing with Darren and his 20 over Airforce mates at Phuture.

Dancing all over, downing liquors in jugs, it was fucking fun.

=x

Night ended around 3am in the club. Beers and chit chat by the bench, drunk men by the sidewalk, puke all over. LOL.

I like nights like these sometimes. As long as the puker isn't me, and I'm just watching.

Some girl's boyfriend went off with another girl while she went to a corner and cried. Tragic. Sometimes it's best for a girl to be prepared when she agrees to club with her boy. =.=...

Airforce guys ARE Hot.

Excessive blood loss kills.

Took a cab to work again.

I'm getting from broke to fucking pennyless.

Bad day.

I'm tres emofique.

=(

I woke up late at 6:30am, had to rush and cab to work, and then I realised that my fucking safety shoes were no longer safe cuz the front half of my soles CAME OFF.

WTF.

Then there were shitloads of samples to deal with and I broke my nails again in the process of the rush. (God, I felt like taking MC and skipping work, but I didn't.) I just couldn't seem to complete all those 400 samples all at once.

But I somehow managed, and only handed over the key-in and slot-ins to the afternoon shift.

I think I've somehow lost my lucky star along the way yesterday and now everything doesn't seem to go so well.

But life still has to go on, and I've got great online friends to help cheer me up.

I'm going to go out with Darren on Friday to club and get all drunk and high, and maybe I'll feel happy.

My TP is tomorrow and I really wish/hope/pray that I pass. I really need to start driving myself around, or I'll go crazy without my own transport.

*sigh*

I wish JB will be free to accompany me tomorrow since JT is no longer around.

=(

I need to shop for new safety shoes.