♥ Thursday, March 8
qood eveninq sweethearts, it has been an extremely tirinq day for me considerinq i barely had 3 hours of sleep after returninq from ahhenq's new motorbike shop.
was swearinq like hell in th morninq t my poor iphone, as from what i heard from mum la, tellinq my phone t shut th fuck up la cb all those kinda ridiculous kinda shit. ohwell, rushed t bath & remove all my piercinqs with th exception of th nose diamond. it's kinda funny don't you think, that i would do stupid thinqs like that for work whereas i'm unwillinq t remove them for occasions like outinqs, i still remember fiqhtinq w th entire clique 2years aqo over somethinq like that, refusal t leave home without th full set, pissed th hell out of them but yeah, i was childish haha.
cabbed down t suntec, fuckinq queue pissed the phuck out of me, i reached on time, but th entrances were totally shut, & th fuckinq taxi stand jammed me up for 20minutes, was swearinq like hell in th taxi already, th bosses were nice thouqh, but i feel that after this IT show i won't be called back anymore hahahah, because i suck at punctuality i know, but i really didn't mean t be late.
finished my job exactly at 2, was so tired from all that fake smilinq & all, i practically sat at th LFI area & smoked for a full hour, le siqhs, went home t sleep after that, settinq th alarm t 8, just so i could wake up in time t just like you know, finish up elearninq quizzes. kinda sick and tired of this shit already, siqhs.
ended up qooqlinq for th aswers anyway, finishinq in ten minutes, i would have liked to read th entire URA section and do th quizzes based on one's own understandinq instead of qooqlinq but i was so tired & th deadline of 11PM was reachinq thus, last alternative; qooqle.com.sq
my 3G has been cocked up recently, my tweets don't load, & there's only a 50% rate of sendinq in my tweets, can feel my frustration from work now? th tweets just won't load, my facebook ain't workinq on iphone & my whatsapp server is down, not that it's a bad thinq either considerinq that the important stuff only come in throuqh SMS, thouqh i'm still worried abput hubby, what if he whatsapped me, how.
Siqhs, just woke up t be honest, & read all of hubby's tweets, can't say i'm not hurt because i truly am. it's not that i don't care anymore, i truly truly do. i'm willinq t qive without any returns. it must be irritatinq if i kept disturbinq you daily isn't it siqhs. it's not that i want t work either, but like i said, i'd do anythinq t ensure that you have a stable life until you ORD, i don't have t do this, i can just wash out 10k like you wanted underqround, but no, for you i'd work my way throuqh everythinq th decent riqht touqh way even if it takes all of me, it doesn't matter.
what is love, lauqhs, when th thai words keep repeatinq constantly one tends t understand it at a quick qlance. Siqhs, as i tweeted, "if love could be explained, it wouldn't be love because even th best writers are unable t portray a perfect picture of love" kao jai mai thirak? diqqinq my brains for some history of th lanquaqe, kinda fail lolololols, siqhs but it's okay, still learninq from biqsister, she teaches me stuff at random.
much as you hate sleepinq alone at niqht, i do too, but do you know, i hate how it qets so cold at 5AM in th morninq & it's so dark & i'm suddenly terrified of th kinda thinqs i'd faced years back. Memories of those thinqs taunt me, i hate it, i detest them, i fear them. I never stopped carinq, i just didn't want t show them all out anymore because i don't know if you still care, i'm scared of losinq you, i'm scared of all th shit that miqht happen if thinqs fell apart.
afterall, i never said lovinq me was an easy feat, but th question remains.
you know what hurts th most? This
thinqs've chanqed, so has my face, do you prefer my face now, or do you prefer th slutty clubber face i used t have 6 months aqo?
