Until I found my life again, I drown. So save me now.

Girls at the Enterprise

Walking around the Central Business District has never inspired more envy in me as when I pass by the Enterprise. Let me get off at the Enterprise please. On the streets, on the lobby, on the sidewalk, and around the corner... one look and you know who's from the Enterprise. They have the glamour, the poise, the extreme happiness that come only with the satisfaction that poor proletariats will never cease to achieve. They say the grass always seems greener on the other side. This time, the grass is peach and smells of Issey Miyake.

posted by Ketch Pablo @ 8:48 PM