Little Fact.

"The good thing about Hipster pants is that when you gain weight, you can wear it High-Waisted."

It's true.

Confusion.

I've been out and about in town with Sindy the whole day shopping while my dearest cousin went for her facial appointment.

Was notified of the change in dress code for the school's Dinner and Dance, and cracked my skull thinking of the dresses.

Found a gothic looking costume at Blood Romance for 70% off. (We suspect it's closing down, hence the sale of items at wholesale price.)

LOL.

Loved the costume. We literally bought everything in the shop. LOL.

I got myself a hat and the costume, which pretty much settles my Halloween costume for this year, and perhaps I'll wear it for DnD or my Birthday.

I've yet to decide. =D

The remaining night was spent at Grand's doing up Sindy's website. I figured that I'd rather help her get the site set up and over with since she has been dragging it (revamp and update) for way too long

Loads of customers kept bumping into us in town and were pestering for new updates on her website since school Prom and DnDs are around the corner in the coming month.

I have loads of free time anyway since employment looks like a distant dream...

Justin doesn't trust me. I've realised that now. And the longer I stay with him, the more Bitch like I've become. I had come to realise that when Sindy told me that I'm turning into the Queen Bitch.

HORROR!

I must, I must NOT become her.

I've been in a depressed state since Sunday, when Jane came by and convinced me to break up with Justin since he wasn't "God Chosen".

Though technically, even if he was "God Chosen" I doubt they were so HOLY enough to even know it.

So anyway, I went out with Samson today to shop for his Prom shoes the whole evening and apparently Justin wasn't too happy about it. (Most probably because he's just so fucking insecure about himself and 'trust me so much' that he thinks I'm riding Samson instead of shopping for shoes.)

Geez.

It got even sadder when he said I went shopping without buying him anything. Like, WTF does he expect me to buy for him?!

I'm not exactly printing cash neither am I EMPLOYED like him.

UGH.

HE claimed that I didn't buy him his Birthday Present even though (if I don't remember correctly), he told me not to buy him anything since I'd already splurged on an expensive dinner.

So now he's saying something contrary. Which is disgusting.

I mean, even if I'm not buying him anything here, it doesn't mean I won't buy him anything when I'm in Thailand, right?

Whatever the case, I'm so disappointed in him I'm not even going to bother shopping for his crap when I'm overseas.

I'm going to buy more Bikinis instead.

For Entertainment's sake.

Jezebel from Hell.

Brought Justin to church today and a certain preacher did the sermons.

He spoke of choosing the right spouse and getting directions from God.

LOL. Something he said made J think I was Jezebel. WTF. =.=

And then I did an 'Emily Rose' during Altar Call which was really really weird though I felt fine.

The preacher was perceptive in a way that she knew there was something wrong and touched my tummy to 'expel evil spirits', though I wasn't really aware of what I was doing.

I fell to the ground while they prayed, like a fallen tree, but I didn't feel pain. O.o

I think my heart has turned so cold and hard that even the pastor said I was a work in progress.

Looks like I'm really hard to sway...

Back to the Phillipines!

I CAN'T FUCKING STAND THAT USELESS FAT MAID ANYMORE.

I finally went down to the polyclinic this afternoon and got my ass fingered by a female doctor with a PERMANENTLY SHOCKED look on her face.

It started pouring heavily and the clinic got flooded ON THE SECOND AND FIRST FLOOR.

WTF.

I waddled my way through the clinic only to realise that I didn't bring an umbrella along and couldn't risk walking through the rain with my laptop in tow!

(I was watching Gossip Girl!)

So I called the maid, only to hear her SCREAM AND COMPLAIN AND GIVE SHITLOADS OF EXCUSES ABOUT WHY SHE CAN'T STEP OUT OF THE HOUSE IN THE RAIN.

WTF.

I got fed up and called the Father Figure and told him I'm paying for her ticket HOME.

I'll be going for a follow up at CGH on the 11th March after the Thailand trip.

Death Sentence.

I was duped to go to Recruit Express to look for a recruiter who didn't exist yesterday, and was in a very foul mood after that.

Justin cheered me up with dinner at Pizza Hut.

Apparently, his fast eating speed with cheese powder + chilli flake literally poured over his pizza gave him some serious diahorrea issues at night but all is well today.

I couldn't sleep last night and stayed up the whole night until 3am, watching Gossip Girl and spacing out with weird thoughts in my head.

Anyway, I started passing out blood since this morning before the interview, and it's not stopping anytime soon, it seems.

It might be the hereditary tumour genes working its magic now, but I'm not too sure yet.

From my vast experience with cancer relatives, I think it is cancer of the colon. Or on a slightly less pessimistic perspective, a little tumour.

Either way, I'll have to make an appointment and get a check up tomorrow.

Wish me well... or not.