eeyore + me = *hearts*

It's close to midnight now.. a few more minutes and it's 5 more days before the boyfriend comes home! The detachment this time round has been slightly different from the past ones. Firstly, we've only talked over the webcam ONCE. That's pathetic! Secondly, he's always on the night shift, so we haven't had a lot of opportunities to chat with one another. *sigh* Although work keeps me occupied in the day, I am beginning to hate this part of his job. Yet there's nothing I can do abt it, except whine. Which gets on my own nerves at times too - how ironic.

Talking abt work... I have a perverted colleague who enjoys torturing my stuffed eeyore!! I bought the stuffed eeyore to place on my workdesk so that I'll cheer up at the sight of it - look how cute he is!

Here is my eeyore, together with my friend's CareBear [who also gets tortured by that SAME colleague friend of ours] What a pretty shade of purple they both are!

Usually when I come back to my desk after class, I see my poor eeyore either missing, or being placed in weird places/positions. Today after my first session of invigilation, I came back to find eeyore with the chupa-chups plastic tag stuck behind his back. That was still rather funny, until I came back after the second session to this sight:

There was my adorable eeyore, still with the chupa-chups tag behind him, being tied to my mouse and left dangling in mid-air!!

As you can most probably tell by now, I have a very, very, very bored + perverse friend who enjoys torturing stuffed toys -__________________- And I have provided photographic evidence of his perverseness. Aha!

My poor eeyore! Plus I get bullied at work by my practicum mates! Hrmphhh life is unfair!