i haven't done an iota of work today. and not likely to start now at 15h35 seeing as i've decided to cabut in 45 mins. there is nobody in the office. nathalie, fabrice, frederique...everyone's on vacation.
i know, fabrice (my maitre de stage) is coming back in a week and will want to know what i've done the past month. so i should probably be quaking in my well-worn benetton heels. but nooo....i have to be immerse in boy problems and ignore work.
why is it we love nothing when we don't feel loved?
for instance, i am hating this blogskin. and zero enthusiasm for andalusian trip. and i've been watching bones marathon the whole weekend and eating rice with telur goreng and kicap. talk about sad.
this is whiny post.
i think there is an actual problem with me. i lack something. empathy? sponteneity? social conscience? flawed reasoning?
i know, fabrice (my maitre de stage) is coming back in a week and will want to know what i've done the past month. so i should probably be quaking in my well-worn benetton heels. but nooo....i have to be immerse in boy problems and ignore work.
why is it we love nothing when we don't feel loved?
for instance, i am hating this blogskin. and zero enthusiasm for andalusian trip. and i've been watching bones marathon the whole weekend and eating rice with telur goreng and kicap. talk about sad.
this is whiny post.
i think there is an actual problem with me. i lack something. empathy? sponteneity? social conscience? flawed reasoning?
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