sometime last week, i found myself shimmying to backstreet boys' "as long as you love me".

too much talking, too much talking, breathe, smoke, scream, sing, cry, way too much talking, puking, loving, breathe, speaking mandarin, faith, random chinese people, too many chinese people, weird cream suits, booze.

a much needed escape. a feel a little better about life already.

so why am i here in the office on a saturday afternoon paginating 1000 over documents for fat swedish guys who owe money? so happening.