xoxo, rosette

Something you might notice…

Sometimes you can see I publish 2 to 3 entries in a day’s time. That is NOT because I have too much to say or too much to share. It is actually because that I do my entries in Microsoft Word in my workplace, send as attachment to my mailbox.

Why am I doing this stupid procedure?

1. Even though the front desk has a computer, but it disallow us to access the internet.
2. I am so bored that I have to type my heart out here
3. I am too lazy to blog when I get home because I am too tired. Normally I will watch movies on my laptop.

So, it have been days since I blogged and that was because my brother is always in front of the computer. It sucks right? Yes it sucks. And yes, I am working 9 hours straight today without moving too much at the front desk. This is a gruesome torture. Do you know that I even pick up the English Dictionary yesterday in the front desk drawer, trying to learn new words? It only means my job is shit work. I feel like I am the centre of everything, transferring calls and doing all the shit jobs.

It’s a Monday. I STRONGLY BELIEVE that almost 99% understands what Monday Blues is. I just saw Najib and it kind of brighten up my day with a surprise of what the heck is he doing here on Monday. It feels great to see familiar faces in remote or cannot-easily-adapt places.

Yesterday night while I am doing movie text, Samuel and this Indian guy whom I never seen before walked past me. Samuel told me that he thinks that I am hot. I am HOT okay! But seriously, it doesn’t feels good when it comes from a mouth of a fugly. Is that hurting? Ok I’m sorry.
I will be having 3 off days straight from Wednesday onwards. I need to send my designed cards for printing, update my entries, check my mailbox, update myself with music, tidy my room, go out with mum, attend Yen Xi’s house party and maybe going for a couple of swimming and tanning sessions. But it has been raining for quite some days already and hopefully it won’t rain as much and the sun will shine.

I really think that a smoking area should be implanted at the workplace for the needs of smokers. I mean for STAFF ONLY. It will be weird if smoking with members because nobody wants to see their face when they are dying for a smoking break. What is wrong with the club? Yesterday afternoon, member tears his card in front of me and threw it in front of me too! It is NOT my fault of not informing you that the new card is ready. Reason? IT IS NOT MY JOB. There are still so many cards in the drawer that I have to organize it by the initials. If my boss did not inform you, go find my boss and fuck them. That is the hard part in the front office. We are like vases who allow people to adore and admire, or to whack and scatter onto the floor. Maybe it doesn’t happen to everybody, BUT IT HAPPENS TO ME.

I am learning to not curse too much because it really ruins my appearance. I’ve thought about it and it seems that whenever I used Vulgarities on front of guys, they seem to be turned off. So, it’s a big NO for me.

And talking about guys, I think that I am exploring on the wrong prospects of them. There are so many things to find out and I think I always find out the wrong ones. Maybe they don’t show often or maybe they are just acting. I received a text from a guy friend this morning. It makes me laugh when I was on my bed. The word he uses is so not him and I didn’t know he talks like this. But I kind of like it because it really makes me smile. It is obviously typed in by him and the purpose of the message is to motivate your day.
Sadly, it doesn’t work on me.

Okay, the person who read my personal stuff is back.

rose