Men...

Sigh. What can I say... Men. You hate them, you love them. I love him too, but I really can't take it. It drives me up the wall... Just when I thought the wound has healed, it got rubbed on the sore bit again...and I had to rub it in...and now I feel even more sore than every.

What does it say when all da could say (after reading my blog) was "I know it's wrong. I know. I know it's not right. I don't feel right also". As if just by saying that he doesn't feel good about it, will me me feel better.

ARRRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And he's now in Batam with his Japanese FEMALE colleague (for work. I know, I am working up again), and they have just got back to mainland SIngapore. And he tells me that he is not driving her home... Like I believe it. A guy like him? Not drive a female colleague home? So late at night? PHOOEY! As if! And how do I know it? Because I called him, and he "pretended" that his phone reception was bad, as if not wanting me to hear her presence in the car, or whatever. Then he said he would call me back, but nope! no call forthcoming... Nope!

Help me! I really don't want to be this bitch, but I really can't help it.

Ouch, I feel my heart breaking....

God grant me the serenity to accept the things that I cannot change, The courage to change the things I can, And the wisdom to know the difference.

Sheesh. Sheesh. Sheesh. What the F***.