xoxo, rosette

Love

Love.

Love…

Love…?

I am sitting at the front desk looking out. It’s raining heavily. It is so cold now that I am having a slight headache.

I was chatting with Norman on the phone earlier due to super boredom. He and his brother was getting high when I just casually ask Norman to tell his brother that “Sherman you suck”. Then it stated to bitch thing whereby both parties just deny of calling me a bitch. Haha, how silly.

I am working 1 to 10 today and I am super bored when Shobana left me.

Why so people are brutally attached? Am I saying this because I am jealous or I need desperate love or I am just a nuisance? Whatever la…

Sven came and he wants to read my entry.
He said that I am a loser because I need to go to school earlier than him.
He laughed at me when I am talking to an old man at the front desk.

See…so depressing.

Okay, now I need to fill up the holes of the members name through the very untidy handwriting of them and also the club is playing Umbrella song again.

Time pass so slow and I am going to work 1 to 10 again tomorrow. So happening right? I think I will get Monday blues tomorrow man! I see everybody holding on to their dinner and all. I was thinking when the last time I had dinner with my family was. Like a REAL dinner where everyone is there on time and mum joining us but not at the back washing up or doing the heating up. It’s so difficult right? Thing has been really different ever since we all got a stable job out there.

I think my bro never comes back for dinner anymore until recently whereby he met a ghost.

My sis is always back for dinner and go out with her boyfriend.

I am now working and always try to go back home for dinner.

My father always has dinner at home.

So from here, you can see we always left our parents at home eating by themselves. So sad right! Since I am working until ten today and tomorrow, I don’t think I am able to join them for nay dinner.

Do you know that they are three super strong spot lights shinning down on me? It is so irritating and its worst than the sun! Do they really have to do that? It’s giving me an uncomfortable feeling. It seems that I am complaining more and more. I think I am starting to be irritating soon.

I want to bite something.

rose