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Into my 15th week.
My life is now reduced to surviving the rest of this year.
I am just soooo waiting for Xmas.

Yesterday was one of those days I wanted to kill myself.
Stayed home till abt 7pm before i was bursting of boredom.
So I went to Terence's shop for dinner and for a breath of fresh air.
We ate at Maxwell's food centre, a sweltering-hot experience in local cheap dining.
Then took a stroll around before, for some reason, going for KTV.
I was bored and listless and didn't want to see the walls of our house.
He obliged and was itching to sing anyway.
It turned out pretty fun (and cold!) in the end.
I thought we'd probably stay for an hour, but we only left about 1am.
By that time, i was ready to fall flat asleep.

Today, i dragged myself to work so badly.
I had to go. There was no chance of an MC cos I had to finalise the mag before it's sent to print tomorrow morning.
And here i am in the office.

Was thinking of maternity leave this morning.
I've decided the next June/July issue will be my last.
Shall start my maternity leave in mid-July, clearing my leave first.
Then the 12 weeks' paid leave starts proper in August until end October.
I may take another month of unpaid leave in November and only return in Dec.
Not sure what my boss thinks of me taking unpaid leave for a month.
Will discuss with the idiot/moron/fakie after wrapping up this wretched issue.
Eww, poseur ESPN 'soccer babe' Jamie Yeo's on the cover. Bleagh.