Paging for weekend

Enough about the weekend that mysteriously fleeted past. Still have the final touches of elective project to finish up by today, return the silly VCD, skate in the morning, and perhaps making a trip to somewhere, that I had been procrastinating for 2 weeks but really need to get done. On seconds thoughts, I think I'll go next weekend instead. Please forgive me.

Rapidly going out of shape (not much to start with anyway), ever since stopping of the twice-weekly Lindy and weekly Samba. Salsa's fine, it qualifies as light-medium activity, but it just doesn't cut it for a serious workout. We need titanium calves for Samba and Celine Dion's lungs for Lindy. So. Going skating as one last desperate bid for those much-needed endorphins.

Talking absolute rot early in the morning! Too much to do, too little time - that's why. Feeling slightly freaked out by what's coming up; as always, I'm not sure what I want to achieve there. YES. HOLIDAY.

Ha. That's so shallow. Nevermind.

OH I WANTED TO BITCH ABOUT THE YEAR 2s. THEY ARE A FUCKING SHITASS BUNCH. I have *never* seen such frightfully-ugly XXs before, and those that come with just the slightest touch of looks behave so bimbotically, I can't wait to smash my bottle of Bombay Sapphire over their heads. Apparently, some of them approached one of our colleagues and asked if they can do a knee examination on him. (What's the fucking logic in that huh?) I would have said yes of course. In exchange for a per-rectal examination on them. Yep. The very-remotely-girl-looking-things deserve to be gang-raped, and the irritating-and-wimpy-guys deserve to get a bilateral orchidectomy done, STAT.

I'm dearly praying that these only represent the situation where I am posted to. It'd be a sad day for our healthcare system if all of them are such a bunch of idiots.