I'm taking up full time employment again, just so that my CPF will have more money.

I was talking to Auntie Sindy on the phone after supper, when the topic of marriage and relationships came up.

I realised that the Queen Bitch thinks I'm a flirt, yet is afraid of me falling in love and marrying too early.

Contradictory, I say.

Am I not old enough to date a few people, and find someone I want to spend the rest of my life with?

She plans to keep me out of reach until I'm at least 30. WTF. And by then, NO ONE would want me.

I refuse to let that happen. It's my life, and I live it the way I want to.

If I have to squeeze a baby out of me just to make sure I get married, then so be it. I refuse to let another person dictate my life, other than God.

Although that would mean forgoing my dream wedding and proposal. =/

I think I have the fat genes of my aunties. It runs in the K family, I think. Skinny when young, fat when older.

Point of reference: The F.F and relatives. LOL.

Everyone's afraid of me ballooning out of proportion and getting so fat, I won't look good in a wedding dress. ROFL.

If a man were to judge me based on my weight, then I guess he isn't worth spending the rest of my life with. No doubt I would want to stay healthy, but I'm just not obsessed over my fat distribution.

I feel fine and happy without the need for men to judge how I look.

Supper with Johnson was fun. The ride on his Bumblebee was nice, with cool crisp air in my face while we sped down the expressway. The usual place for supper wasn't usual today. We talked about boobies. LOL.

He saw a bunch of girls all decked out in skin tight mini dresses with brack bla and forced cleavages, wondering out loud if they were suffering from wardrobe malfunction, hence the brack bla + holey toga dress combo.

I educated him of some girls' deliberate wardrobe malfunction for specific occasions and how cleavages were squeezed out of nothing.

LOL.

"Cleavage is a science. A combination of Ergonomics and Material Engineering." LOL.

I think I think too much.

Ms Dick Tracy is Over Paranoid...maybe.

Too Bad.

Once again, he took me for a fool.

He asked another girl to go over, to play with his Kitty.

Too bad that girl left her things over. Too bad she wanted a chance to come over again.

Too bad I decided to skip my Millionaire Conference and pop by his place for a visit.

Too bad he had a car accident which kissed the ass of another car while he went to fetch that girl.

Too bad he texted me and my intuition told me something was fishy.

Too bad his lies failed to work.

TOO BAD I PIECED IT ALL TOGETHER.

Too bad his dad invited me over to meet his relatives.

Too bad his sugar coated words can't sway me.

Too bad my heart is cold.

TOO FUCKING BAD.

How would you feel if I did it back to you?

I'm sick and tired of all these lies.

WHY DO MEN LIE?

I'm upset.

Because I just am.

*expletives*

Why can't CALVIN just shower me with SHITLOADS of attention that I NEED?

Why do I have to SCREW UP my relationships time and time again?

Why am I stuck with a boy that doesn't CARE?

It all boils down to Karma. Retribution. You Reap What You Sow. Do Unto Others What You Want Done Unto You.

*Expletives*

I'm unhappy because I'm stuck at home daily. Not earning any money, not contributing to myself or society.

I'm UNHAPPY because CALVIN isn't showering me with attention and I'm GOING BONKERS.

I'M SUFFERING FROM ATTENTION DEFICIT.

After more than 12 Hours of Intensive Mind Training today, with more to come on Saturday and Sunday, I hope the time invested will make me a Millionaire one day.

With what I've learnt, I want to effect a positive change in me.

Random.

Kissy: How to unlike a person?

Me: It's easy. Go to their facebook, click Like, then click Unlike. TADAH!

Power Play. A struggle of power.

This game gets addictive.