BOOOOOOHOOO

the bf's weekend is BURNT!!

how can they make him work on saturday AND sunday!!!! wah liews. doctors are HEARTLESS.

ok fine they're not, but the system is. baaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh.

now i have NOTHING to look forward to. i foresee an INCREDIBLY boring weekend.

i have a test on investment theory tmr and i'm so going to fail. stocks, shares, bonds, equities, money markets blahblahblah. they're pretty interesting but i'm getting a headache from trying to remember all the terminologies and jargons. sianism.

i shall start reading business times and economist. hopefully i don't fall asleep.

it's our 11th mth tmr and i decided to treat the bf to jap food since i just got my pay (but pls don't hound me for treats cos it's only 16 days worth of salary so not alot loh!) and i made reservations at ikoi restaurant at miramar hotel. heard the sashimi is damn fresh. not that i eat anyway. not really a jap food fan but i shall sacrifice for the bf. wahahaha.

i'm eating alot more now that i'm working. every morning me and my colleagues will run to macs and eat their $2 muffin meal + hashbrown. at ard 11am the trainer will give us a break so we'll go to the kopitiam to eat chee cheong fun/carrot cake. lunch will be at around 1pm (i LURVEE lunches. tampines mall rawks). teabreak at 3pm will see me eating biscuits and drinking tea at the pantry. and 6.15pm i'll be on my way home for dinner. DIE LAR. fat already!!!

and my shoulder popped out AGAIN during ball games yesterday. sian diao. i feel old and creaky. ran 1.6km after that with the bf and i almost fainted. so unfit.

hence, i conclude that working = old+fat+unfit

ok the equation doesn't really make sense.

STUDDDDDDDDDYy.