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Thou good things always comes to an end, bad things(or shall i say bad luck) comes to an end too. Meeting that cheap slut uh…. Somewhere last week and almost forgot about my interview at Bukit Timah in a small small restruant. Perhaps 1/2 of the size of bliss’s kitchen with production of almost 400 pies(hand made ones) and a sitting capacity of 50+. But it is armed with really high classed equipment for this micro kitchen. Robotcoupe, Hobart mixer, Hobart combi oven, etc etc. Went there as a Chef de partie with $9/hour which will come up to 1.7k upon confrmation. Which restruant? Till i resign then, i shall reveal. Owned by a one-armed australian and has an arm of a deli selling butchery meats, pies, sausages and whatever you can think of. Amazingly, products does not come from the deli but the kitchen with like 6 staffs, a dish washer, commis 2, chef de partie(which is me), sous chef, head chef and a chef de cuisine. My goal in this place? Money money money!!! Thats what i all want. Good money, good title. But good things always comes to an end and so are the bad ones. And one more thing. There are lots of hot babes!!! wahaha

Proof!!! My carboard has been poured out yesterday for me to find some fishing hooks and to rearrange it. Found a neo print dated 9 May 2003. A picture with Cherry(Yeah. Thats my cherry. Not the one now which is called some (kuku wahaha) melissa) and Caroline(forever that strings attached bitch). I found out the reason for me to fall in love for Cherry. She was that really sweet cherry. Looking so decent and quiet. Maybe thats the type of girl i am looking for now also haha. Was smsing her a moment ago, and i was saying ‘yeah right that bastard wasnt your guy. holding hands in the middle of orchard just as a friend?’ So can i hold your hand with half of your breast imping on my hand ladies? Cos you’ve considered me as a friend. And i think i had posted(or i dont?) about my mood has totally went down when i saw both of them during my split shift break. Picking a fight which never happend. She insisted he was a friend and i dont know what strucked me to see her profile and not able to find her name(cos shes MELISSA now). And she replied,’ I dun wish to lie…. I lyin bcus, i nod thin wil happen kyl tat…. I dun wish 2 lost u tis frene… Tat why i lie….’ What? you called me a friend? Where you there when i was down? Have you ever called and asked ‘how are you’? Only time when she considered me as a friend is when her stupid dog is dying and i think her guy is no where in sight. So call me. Forget it! Dont even waste my breath on that man! Anyway, Its to all. As a friend, i am willing to help if i can when you guys need it. And if i need help, make sure you get your fucking ass over and help if you could. Not by calling me a brother and when i have problems, you would tell me ‘i am fucking my girl right now’ or ‘i am in the movies’. Expect me to pay for a drink or 2 for you if i consider you truly a friend.

I have been questioning myself. Why did i fell for that cheap slut. And my answer? I thought i fell for a nice quiet and decent 15 year old who is exactly 6 months younger than me. A girl who will keep things from me and cry herself in the middle of the night. A girl who will later share with me problems and encourage me if i had any. She have changed since ITE. Got problems, share with other guys and in the end, she paid by a fuck and run. But anyway, fuck her! She was never my friend. She was only a girl who i once truly loved. I SAID ONCE.