As fat as a balloon.

I am fat.
As fat as fat can be.
How's that possible?

Groannnn.
I so need to lose weight.

1. Stop eating lunch
2. Stop eating
3. Start popping pills.
4. Start exercising.

Each as unlikely as the next.
What's it with this weight thing?
Its like every other girl is grappling with fats.
Even the skinniest, they'd squeeze out some flabs to prove they need to lose weight.
Let alone me.
The ballooning whale.
Yes, I am a ballooning killer whale.

Having a sorta lull period at work.
Where there is like nothing to do at work.
Just plain staring into the computer screen, sorting out my 200+ mails, filing them into the right folder.. awaiting the next major screw-up.
We have a new temp in my department.
Its really really surreal to be teaching the temp stuff.
I remember so vividly my first few weeks at work.. when I was taught stuff.
And now, I am like imparting my (limited) skills to another.
-rubs hand together gleefully-
So now I can dump my shit filing to another.
And spend the rest of the day.. staring into BLANK space.
Sigh.

Honestly, I'd rather the shit than the blank space.

That poor whiny boy is still stuck at some faraway camp.
He is really whiny.
And he is really a boy.

TWO more BLOODY days to Harry Potter 6: The half blood prince.
The afore mentioned whiny boy pre-ordered the book for me.
But I've gotta pay for the book MYSELF.
How nice.
I am b-r-o-k-e.
Saving for the Taiwan trip is as shitting as it sounds.
I am now looking to sell my possessions.
And that includes my beloved Samsung S200.

I am sooooo lazy.
I need to START exercising before I start feeling FAINT all over again.
Then again, getting me to exercise is like getting a whale to WALK.
Grosss.

Note to self: I should stop lusting over CYTs.
This is getting seriously overboard.

But then again, ROMs are not as appealing as the CYTs.
I'd choose a CYT over an ROM anytime.
Sigh..
As if I have a choice.
All I have is a UOB.

Speaking of ROM.
We're having a company lunch with Mr (ABC) Howarrrrrdd tomorrow.
Yay!
I just love his accent!
He is somewhat like Sherman (what's his surname again?), that food-for-thought lecturer.
But Horwarrrrrdddd is wayyyyy sexier than Sherman.

I know I need a life, when I am lusting over a VOICE.