Hiatus.

Facing terrible office politics at such a young age does no justice to my vanity.

You wish that your teammates would actually CONTRIBUTE
You wish that you could just finish a project due soon, with a trustworthy group of people.
You wish that delegating work to all is completely unnecessary, but you can't cuz the workload is simply massive.
You wish your "boss" isn't so anal about things.


Results:
a zombie-like self (super unconcealable dark-eye rings) with pimples popping up like daisies on your face due to lack of sleep.

Not very glamorous indeed.
Why can't we all be like easily-amused Maria, who happens to be laughing while reading Archie Comics.





Ka ni na bei chao chee bye.
I want to fuck your mum's smelly vagina.