Feeling Fat...

I've been working so hard nowadays, I'm becoming more fat. That's quite a oxymoron statement. Haa, let me explain. For the last couple of weeks, I start work at 9am, end work at 9 plus, 10 plus, even 11 plus. I work more about 12 hours a day on average. My colleague Cheryl, unlike me, starts work at 12 noon and finish work about the same time as me, we knock off together most of the time. So, most of the evenings, we will go out for dinner before heading back to the office to finish up the pile of work. And because I promise my dad I'll be home for dinner, I have 2 dinners everyday. My dad also makes sure I get breakfast every morning, so no skipping of breakfast here. I either meet fen for lunch or eat with my colleague Cheryl when she comes to work, worst, we lunch in. That's how I get 4 meals a day, not counting the junk food I'm stuffing myself with. I can hardly squeeze into my levis anymore, too bad, nobody will give my levis for my birthday pressie anymore. *sob sob*

Yes, I work like crazy, look at the time. I hardly see my family at all. My mom always try to stay up till I get home, she has a habit of sleeping early, my sister wakes up way earlier than me, sleeps earlier too. Teacher habits. But luckily, I still get to see my dad. Got to know from dad last night that one of my aunt got colon cancer. Just finished her operation. Scary. Cancer seems to be a common illness huh. I should go visit her someday but I always end work so late, the hospital visiting hours are way over by then. I hope she gets well real soon. She's one of the aunt that's not in my blacklist. (Ya, I dun fancy my relatives. Most of them in the list are relatives I din know existed until 'the grandma' passed away.)