34 minutes to friday.
Once again, its that time of the night, I've got a major mental block, can't think of what else to write. Trying to finish off my research proposal, which I thought would be a breeze considering its only 2 pages.
I think I've got a pretty nifty research question: How does the adoption of IFRS affect user's interpretation of the profit figure? (with respects to recognising unrealised gains in investment property.. of course)
I am so drained at the moment, this week has really been a killer. I am seriously deprived of sleep, been losing my appetite in the evenings (which I guess is a good thing) and to top things off, theres this nagging, somewhat "sharp" pain near my right rib cage.
Will be going to Citylife tomorrow evening to see the Hillsong United performance/gig. Insider info tells me the place will be packed with hoardes of adoring young female fans of Joel Houston. I asked if there would be wild screaming involved...
"No lah, this is not secular event leh, I don't think will lah"
We'll see...
"And wear the Hillsong United T-shirt ah!"
Thank God I don't have one. I love valid excuses.