Tomorrow heralds yet another homogenous week of hectic deadlines,bossy ang-mohs,an overwhelming barrage of flight itinearies and non-stop courier mailing.
Ladies and gentlemen..."Welcome to my Life".

*cue the Simple Plan song of the same name*

And kindly fuck off if your gonna say how come got Mass Comm Diploma, rather go and become a receptionist. Cos before I could even explain my case, about 5 people hv already began dissing.
(Tess,NOT you dearie. Dun get me wrong. You cared enough to quarrel with me and I thank you for that babe.:D)

Yesterday was great; finally some alone time with the boyfriend...tho it was fucked up near the end. I bought like a wire cutter and some ear-hooks for my Mother's Day project when somehow I manage to lose it along the way home. The stupidest thing abput it was that I can't even identify where I could have possibly have lost it.

That and plus me behaving like a menopausal bitch. Making a scene and venting my anger at Justin was immature and shameful of me.

Sorry hon. I know you never take these to heart but I still feel bad. You're the one person I love and need the most; and yet also the one who I hurt most too.
Im glad and somewhat amazed/touched that you actually willingly take all this BS from me and still love me indifferently.

Ok back to business, and I do mean business. Even on this Sunday, I am not spared. I actually quite like my job even tho it proves difficult at times. Especially when I have to create flight itineary, and i keep coming across weird locations and funny street names.

Like...wTF is Cayman Islands? Somewhere in Timbaktu???!!
OR, Canada and USA are not the same country??!!
Whats with naming every single nook and cranny street, ahhhhhh~~~~~~~~~! *faints*

Will i survive the working life? Stay tuned.