Today I told the boss I'm quiting the job at the end of this month. She agreed to that at first and also to my request for a testimonial, but later in the afternoon when I went back into her room to drop off some files, she told me she can't let me off that soon cause my help is still required.

*genitalwords* I don't even know if I could even put up with the emotionally unstable clerk till end of this month, what more till whenever she's planning to let me go. Sigh. I should fking ask for a pay rise to compensate for trauma I suffer 6 days a week.

I've got bruises on my legs and hips which were results from playing futsal mixed with a little wrestling with ShengWei yesterday.

No Gayshit comments please.



Oh, got some international student scholarship thing frm Monash. Now I don't know where to go again. The worse part is, I've no time to even give it much thought.