that work is a fate worse

i don't understand. work is not supposed to be this mundane/monotonous/inane/boring/painful. i mean, how are the rest of the working class living with themselves if this is THEIR life?? To all the people out there who think that working in big foreign banks/finance industry/raffles place is glamourous, stick a financial calculator up your ass and tell me if that's glamourous.

i started my diet this week so pardon the angst. (actually, im using the diet as an excuse to be bitchy/petty/cranky/cruel, like the ancient Greek gods) im on a mission to put on weight after many have remarked that i look skanky/anorexic/impoverished/like Kate Moss, apparently waif is SO not Autumn/Winter 2004. I started the week weighing less than 44kg. Im hoping to put on at least 4kg. so this would be like a live diet commentary like you see on TV except the weight loss process is backwards. maybe i can get MAry Chia to sponsor me to put on weight like i feed on the fats of fat people after liposuction or something. But i figured i'd probably choke/vomit/laugh in their faces while they suffer from the procedure and im eating a double chocolate ice cream. Then again they'd probably be laughing their flabby asses off while i hook my mouth up to some evil contraption which pumps out fats from the asses/underarms/bellies of these people. Symbiotic relationship, how beautiful.

I have a Hotcakes Sausage Meal for Breakfast everyday for the week. Then its lunch which is a decent sized meal followed by a slice of chocolate cake. Then its tea time with my fellow interns and while they sip tea, im whacking nasi lemak. Dinner is a big question mark because i'm usually training around din din time. so supper/dinner is usually rice/pasta/prata/noodles at simpang at around 10pm. then i take my Vitamin E tablets and go to sleep.

If all else fails, im wearing yellow gold. like bars, around my neck, ankles, arms..