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Friday, August 22, 2014' 10:54 AM



Medicines ain't helping. In fact, it has worsen the condition since Monday. Why like that?

Early morning forgotten my packets of tissue while having runny nose on the way to work.

#fail

elleslig,


Wednesday, August 13, 2014' 9:37 AM

Little doings brings happiness.

Was thinking to do something interesting and meaningful, found this on the internet. (credits: http://www.shelterness.com/how-to-make-a-stylish-photo-frame-for-several-photos/ )
Using such simple stuff to DIY an item that is so pretty, but the down side of it is having to display limited number of photos. Eh, that also depends on how HUGE you want your frame to be too.

First of all, time to get down to finding the frame...

elleslig,


Tuesday, August 12, 2014' 5:36 PM

August ain't awesome so far..

August didn't start off too well.. In fact, the second half to the year to be exact wasn't very perfect and things didn't go too well.

Missed the BOWS event last weekend and that weekend was rough, really rough. I am starting to hate my weekends don't ask me why. I used to love Fridays, saturdays and sundays but the love is slowly turning into hatred. In fact, going to work every weekday is a happy thing.. I get to see people's expressions, or thinking what they are going through and weird things I encounter on the trains and bus every morning etc..

Talking about the trains and buses, I always see these same few ladies putting on their make up on board. No idea why but at times I really think are they really really really late that you have to apply your foundation, then blusher, then draw your brows and eyeliner and lastly mascara when the train is moving? Or so you have to wear your earrings/ watches or changing your heels on the bus? I really think that make up is a very feminine thing and if you want to look your best and be presentable, please and kindly do it at home, I personally don't think it will take that much of your precious time right?
Cause imagine, what if the train or bus suddenly (e)-brake, I really don't wish to see the worst happen, for example, your brows are drawn out of line, or your eye liner pencil ends up into your pupil, or your mascara brush through your cheek or whatever ugly happens right? Instead of one accident, it becomes two. Horrible, terrible..!!!
 

Just yesterday, had this on my wall-
PEOPLE WHO BORROW SOMETHING AND NOT TAKE CARE OF IT BECAUSE IT IS NOT YOURS, THIS PEOPLE ARE FREAKING IRRESPONSIBLE IDIOTS. FREAKING NOT ONCE, BUT GOD DAMN ZILLION TIMES CAUSING DAMAGE AND PROBLEMS ARE YOU RETURN. NOT THAT I DON'T WANNA RESPECT YOU, YOU DON'T DESERVE TO BE RESPECTED AT ALL AND NOW I TOTALLY UNDERSTAND WHY THE BOSS KEEPS SCOLDING YOU ALL THE DAMN TIME, YOU TOTALLY DESERVE IT. SERIOUSLY, YOU CAUSE A PROBLEM, SO YOU OUGHT TO SOLVE IT NOW!!!

Really irresponsible people aren't they? I had to complain all night to the boy, and even today to the colleagues about the other colleagues.

Earlier this morning. I had to speak to another colleague who was sitted outside, so as usual I intercom-ed her, not once, but THREE time, hearing the phone ringing but no answer. So I though either one was not at the desk or the other was visiting the toilet. After the third try, I walked out just to check, seeing the both of them at their desk, my first question asking, "why you never pick up the phone call?",  her look was her face was confused, hesitant to take the call which I don't know why. Probably she was new, okay I understand. Then you'll ask about B, B was happily listening music on her earpiece stuck in her ear, in her own damn world, as usual.. Where's the helping hand, or why didn't B even bother (helping) answering the call. 
This entire issue didn't happened just this once this morning, so many times I had to literally walked outside to ask/tell something to that two who was under that one telephone.. then what's the bloody reason for having intercom, really defeat the whole purpose right? Bloody shit.

Selfish people everywhere. It's really getting on my nerves. Can't be bother explaining about what happen about that post on my wall yesterday. Grrr two days in a row dealing with selfish idiots.  

Okay,fine, everyone's asking me to chill. Yes I am now.


Despite all the frustration and anger within me from work and those idiots, still looking at the bright side, Happy Twenty!

elleslig,


REMINISCENCES

Yours truly

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Gilselle.W
12.12.12 ♥

We spend most of our lives conjugating three verbs:
to want,
to have,
and to do.

TO INFINITY & BEYOND



YESTERYEAR