Me, Myself and I

I decided this morning not to go to work. I am not feeling well and all I did was to sleep and eat and then sleep some more.
Recently, we had a new boss at GR and most recently we had yet another boss at FO.
It was mayhem. I do understand the fact that all bosses wanted the best for the company. I do commend them for that. However, the change they want to implement is too abrupt that everyone is having nosebleeds.
I am always stressed. My dandruff recurrence is too hard for my shampoo to handle. I can barely sleep and its tormenting me and my capacity to think is hindered.
I must do something about this...
And I must do something about this FAST!

There are few things I do not like doing. And one of them is talking to someone drunk while I am sober.
There is this guy, lets call him the moronic bastard.

MB is such an asshole! Just because he was giving me presents doesnt mean I will be compelled to answer his calls and go out with him. Even if he give me the world or a mansion or a bentley it all boils down to: ME.

Nobody has the right to tell me what I can or what I cant do. I am ME and there can never be a WE. Some stupid assholes probably think that just because they gave me a box of chocolates I can give them the time of day.

Well, sorry to spoil the fun guys. I am not that kind of girl. I am not and I never will be.

Now: I need to re-assess my life, would I want to really be a part of this charade? If losing a crappy cellphone means I will be getting solitude back, then by all means- it shall be returned.

I dont basically care of these stupid things. I dont want to rush things. I want things to be in a slow pace and not too heavy...

I want freedom and I will have it.

MB: you are not gonna get any. You are such a loser! Go find someone of your league..I will never be there.

Your crappy zircon ring deserves you.

I am a self confessed shopaholic. i love love love shopping. Though I have never really thought of myself as an addict, I still think that I shop a lot.
Next month will be my birthday and I bought this DKNY gold watch which is so posh. I bought a dress to wear and a slip-on at TOPSHOP and several make-up products in Body Shop.
Though I wanted so much to buy a laptop I guess financial reasons impedes me to do so.
You see, I am merely working as a guest relations officer and to say that money doesnt come to me easily is an understatement.
Today, Im suppose to send something at home then Wazira and I decided to go to Battuta. We met with Nash at Debenhams and I bought this green miniskirt at Motivi and a dress at motivi as well. Then I bought a shoes at ALDO which is my fave shoe store.
Maybe next month I will buy at Nine West but for now, its enough...
I will be spending my time in my room since I am a pauper...
Very soon, everyone will see how fashionista I am...
Their eyes will all be opened...

Today I went with the Concierge Team to Emirates Golf Club. Its the biggest Golf Club in Dubai. If you apply for a membership here, apparently, it will take you 4 years. To sum it all up-only the jones'can afford to be a member.
We went for a site inspection after the training and met with the pro golfers. There was this 2 pro instructors and one is soo cute but chubby and the other soo cute and sweating like a pig..literally.
The guys kept looking at me which is sort of uncomfortable yet comfortable..
Uncomfortable bcs its not like am the only person there coz were like 35 persons from various hotels in Dubai.Comfortable bcs its finally sinking in to me that I like the attention even with no alcohol intake.
Wait, I have to sleep now coz I still have work at 6am.

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Nota Bene:

This blog contains narcissism with sarcasm that might offend my readers..Please take it with a grin and a salt...

In my solitude I have been quite anlytical why I have been flooded by admirers just now. Surely I felt like am some kind of an ugly duckling which morphed to a plain swan...

As a kid, I was used to admiration but not due to outward appearance. Its actually more of the talent and skill which blinded people to think Im actually intelligent.

As a teenager, I was a rebel. And that...is an understatement!

I was chasing a dream which I can not have. I was pretending to be someone which am surely not. And that my dear, is pretending and actually convincing myself that I am special...

For sure, I am not.

On my 20's I started developing something and men notice me now...

It is however an illusion. I am still me... the ugly duckling... pretending to be a swan. Some men or boys might think otherwise but I still am...except that now I am no longer a duckling..am a DUCK!

Am I making sense? Probably not.

My admirers who has been pretty much handy has never been helpful to me. It never deflated my enormous amount of ego. Even if deep down I feel like shit.. I always remind myself that I am pretty. After all, beauty is in the eye of the beholder...

Please..do not step on my hair...

"Haba ng hair ko"