Hmm... they don't surprise me anymore. Men = Yah. Sure. Whatever.

Men. The good ones? It's so rare. Either they're taken or they're gay. The not so good ones... oh, they're everywhere. Needless to say.

Sigh, anyways.

Work has been ok. Today Nancy, the nice cleaner aunty, gave me, Erica and Jalen each one Haagan Daaz. So sweet of her. So nice of her to think of us. Unlike some ppl. They had better watch their mouths. They may think I'm sweet and innocent but dun push it too far. I don't like to snap at ppl but if I have to, I will. If it's for your own gd, if it will KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT. Don't dare me. Doesn't mean that if I keep quiet means I don't know or I'm clueless. I know. Let me tell ya, I know. Just don't try me.

And yes. I should just forget about it. The feeling sucks. The truth is right smack in front of me and yet, I'm still walking straight into it. Getting myself into trouble now, aren't I? Just what the hell is wrong with me... I better stop it right now. Anyway, it's not worth it, fooling myself, being in denial. What's the point.

I need a new target. As simple as that. But being the stubborn idiot that I am, I'll never stop until I'm tired of it. So it's not tt simple after all.



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