Was supposed to hit the gym, but as usual things didn’t go as intended. I did 40 crunches though, to alleviate the guilt. I think I’m having enough of this bumming phase, I actually crave for something to do. I’m tempted to go back to my old company to do some part time work, since I do have the contacts, experience and the ex-boss graciously asked me back. Well, whatever it is, my goal is to get properly employed by the end of March. It’s not exactly the highlight of the month asking Dad for allowance, if you know what I mean.

Found out too that the cost of convocation is bloody RM660 for robes, two tickets and photos. They might as well charge me RM666, cause it’s oozing evil. My results better be good, otherwise I’m going to give it a miss. RM660 might just get me a fake PhD even

Went for dinner with ST (poor chap’s car had to be admitted to the workshop, again) and Paul at Chilli’s. Had a Caesar salad which was fine, then I surrendered to Bottomless Tostada Chips. That thing should be banned! I might have to work out about 10 hours non-stop to burn off all the calories. Funnily enough, either weigh’s konked or the diet’s working, I’ve lost 3 kilos (weighted myself after Chilli’s). Gym tomorrow, anyway.

BF and I finally got some pictures printed and slotted into respective frame. The place is now dotted with pictures of us and the families. I’m feeling domesticated. Heh, who am I kidding? I’ve wanted this since I was what, 8? All we need now is a housekeeper to complete the picture, he he he.