Colleague: Happy Bday! How old are you?
Me: 23
Colleague: HUH!? Only 23? I thought you weere...
Me: PLEASE DON'T FINISH THAT SENTENCE

In normal mode, I would've "wtf-ed" and "you bitch!-ed" him but he is rather christian. So I cannot.

A key indicator of aging and maturity: showing self-restraint. Har har har. Rawr.

In commemoration of on-going keep fit-ism, I've entered into a contract with the Dodgy banker whereby we each will pledge to reach our target weight by 16 July 2008. Failing which I will pay him RM100 per pound over target and vice versa.

I will either be very broke or very hot come July. Or if his will-power is not up to par, very rich.

Lord knows I need it. (9.8b losses in 4Q? Are you kidding me?!)

2k++ for a gym membership. I shoulda just gone for lipo -_-