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Monday, September 1, 2008 8:36 PM

We spent a lazy Sunday together; literally lazy.
Bf and I woke up at 12; had home-cooked lunch by his mum; laze around for a while and fell asleep again. We woke up again at 5. -__-" a day gone just like that.
But no arguments, no nonsensical quarrels; what a great day (:
He went to cut hair; we went to tabao kfc home.
Caught Long Hu Men and Blade Trinity on tv.
ZzZzzz again.

So overwhelmed by sian-ness today.
Sian at work.
Sian after work.

Fuck all the glamourous publicity in the public; how many knows what's exactly going on.
Fuck all the extra things and activities; i just want my pay on time.
Start cutting if you have to, start from me, i don't mind.
Stop preaching your so-called principles and persistence; it's making everyone else tired.
I'm already being paid so little; just release my peanuts pay to this penniless me.
It sucks to have $1 left in POSB and $4 left in Citibank. And $34 left in wallet to last me till next pay. ):
I think twice and thrice and fucking many times before I finally gave up on the This Fashion dress. Oh don't think TF clothes are cheap; still $28 after discount. It's fucking EX to a poor person like me.

Urgh!

I'm so incorrigible that my bf don't know how to handle me.
I'm 'too much' and I'm 'overboard'; words so harsh that I look and them and tear.
I do not know how to communicate my feelings to him correctly and peacefully.
We work in the same company, only a street away.
We were so close, yet he didn't even make an effort to say he wants to meet me for dinner or send me home before he meets his friends.
Was it too much to hope for?
Do I always have to say this kind of things aloud so that he understands my thoughts?
I think he's struggling to manage his heavy workload as well as a problematic gf.
So am I; I'm suffocating.
I don't know what more to say.
It just sucks to be misunderstood and misinterpret ):

I don't know how to say this whole chunk of words to him.
I'll talk in a monotonous sian voice; he'll get irritated.
He gets irritated; I'll just become more sian and don't want to explain myself further.
Then we'll hang up, both feeling upset and pek chek.
It goes in a cycle; teach me how to break it.