We can go on all night.

Pretty good for a comedy. Blart is too round, he rolls and bounce.
A week went by with me feeling so lifeless.
Everyday, it's just me waking up to my alarm and preparing for work , sighing over things that I shouldn't be bothering too much over. Adminstrative jobs are like that, paperwork,systems and what not. All you hear is the sound of the stilettos against the marble granite and the endless ringings of Blackberries. People struggling to get work done on time, trying to escape the endless rants from the head. Packet lunch just so time could be saved, and eagerly waiting for 6pm to come.
Well, I just can't get over the fact that we interns are too underpaid. It's probably less than half of what I rightfully should earn. And damn hell , I am fucking reluctant to stay back for even a minute of OT. Cheap labour.

I'm thankful that Friday arrived. So looking forward to weekends. seriously. Catching a movie,dinner and just winding down. It's so much fun.

You. My animal print scarf.Fuchsia mp3.
HAHAHAHAHA!!! Nah, still cute...

Sunday marks the end of fun..He's going back in. I'm starting the sick cycle carousel. FAHH..