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*

MANGLED FACE

Missed the company bus today and had to make my own way to work.

Fell face down while walking and trying to avoid stupid tree branches in the way.

Smashed my face and got it all bloodied.

Blood poured from my nose, cheeks, chin and lips.

The pavement scratched my glasses and it cut my cheeks.

Thank God some stranger came by and passed me a bottle of water to rinse my wounds. Some department head drove by and helped me into the reception area.

Blood poured.

I managed somehow to stop the bleeding and dress my wounds while still in a daze.

Colleagues came by to see me, saw the disfigured state I was in and went into gag mode. LOL.

Safety Officer refused to let me go Polyclinic although the department head made arrangements to have someone send me out to the clinic.

I suppose they thought an injury around the compound meant extra paper work for them.

But the fact was, I fell due to the uneven pathway and badly mantained trees around the compound.

Ugh.

My face hurts. My ugly face.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME~!

MY WEEK IN SHORT!

1. Monday was work as usual, boring as hell.
2. Tuesday was work as usual, boring as hell.
3. Wednesday was work as usual, boring as hell. BUT I was on course on Thursday and Friday so I was in the mood for clubbing. Overheard Jeanie ( my Industrial Attachment kid ) humming to Lady GaGa, and we got started chatting about CLUBBING. LOL. We met up after work at Tiong Bahru and headed down to Zouk/Phuture. Couldn't get a cab, so we had to take a bus down. Hopped on 195, but then was pretty lost on how to walk there. (I've always cabbed to and from clubs.) Got home around 2am the next morning, did some laundry and went to bed.
4. Thursday was boring as hell, cabbed down to The Amara for some Microsoft Word 2007 course that was made compulsory for all Public Officers and Facebooked from 9am till 6pm, helping out and teaching the Aunties and Cheena Pregnant Lady (C.P.L) in the class cuz they couldn't make out the Indian trainer's accent and the C.P.L spoke little English. Went to W.Q's after dinner to disturb his peace, watched Confuscious but it was so sleep inducing, we decided to switch movie 30 mins into it. LOL. Drank Jolly Shandy and ate Cheese Cubes. HAHA. *loves*
5. Was late on Friday, wasn't feeling very good, cabbed down, went for the course, paniced alittle cuz I thought I was going to be barred for the certification exam. ( YES, WE WERE MADE TO TAKE THE CERTIFICATION EXAM BECAUSE WE HAVE TO BE QUALIFIED.) WTF. So I called HR and told them I was gonna be late and I was reassured that I would still be allow to take the exam. Took it, got 86%, passed and couldn't be too bothered. Cabbed down to Bedok for cell, where the cell group celebrated my Birthday for me. =D Coffee cake isn't my fav, but I still thank God for blessing me with a cell group and their constant reminder that God love Moi.
6. Woke up in the morning, cut the cake the Family bought from Emi Cake. Tiramisu Cheesecake and D24 Durian puffs. <3.>_<>

Walked around Great World, looked at furnitures and took some pictures before dinner at Kuriya. <3

The dinner was out of this world though not as yummilicious as the January Menu, I loved it still. The Puffer Fish really tasted like Bak Kwa this time round.

RAWR! I WANT TO POST UP THE PICTURES BUT THE INTERNET CONNECTION RIGHT NOW IS JUST TOTALLY SHIT! GRR...

Anyway, 八仙海 was the sake he ordered, and I think my Sake tolerance is getting better! The previous time we had Sake, I got a little too tipsy. LOL.

He asked me to be his Girlfriend. ZOMG. Said Yes. ZOMG. I think Jane is going to kill me AGAIN.

How come it took us 10 years to even dare take that step?

=The fear of destroying this perfect friendship we had.=

ANYWAY, headed down to his place after dinner and opened a bottle of Rose. =D Gamed some, saw Zohan, and talked some. Was so sleepy I think I dozed off for a while. Got home around 4am.

GOD WILLING, PLEASE MAKE THIS WORK OUT. AMEN.

Late night bike rides and coffee by the beach. Chatting at West Coast, futile attempts to mend broken hearts.

A confirmation of their love, with written heartfelt vows. A reunion dinner with new members.

Dates with a person of interest, affirmation of feelings unsaid.

Wonderment.

Past loves back to haunt, a love that can't happen. Parental objections.

Old habits die hard. A bondage to old ways and wiles.

Work loaded, over worked, unpaid. "Committed", an attempt to escape from reality. The realities of the broken heart.

I want to escape.