13:54 - 11.03.05
i had a bad week to start with. things were going at a slow sluggish rate, i felt like tearing my hair out. oh, i did finally get a proper... make that OBVIOUS hair cut for myself. short bob, the hairdresser called it. i insisted on calling it FRENCH SUMMER but i stopped when she kept snipping my hair and went so sexy, so sexy. figured i didn't wanna argue with her while she has the upper hand in it. anyway, it was cheap and perhaps the best thing i've managed to treat myself to this year.
i knew my days or maybe just this week at the company was over when i met stared at the princess of brunei. yah.. that 17 years old girl who happened to fall in love with the prince of brunei. actually, i just had to stare at her cos she was so fair. i guess some swiss blood did her some good. and she seemed lost.. her eyes were like plastered onto her eyes with no obvious emotions. either she's good at hiding it or she's just been brainwashed by the royalshitty.
anyway, i was excited when the protocol lady called for me and told me that the princess is giving some gifts to us. but my monkey-jumping-up & down-self was short lived when i discovered that the gifts were not meant for me or my manager (we arranged all the protocol and tour) but instead the rest of the important people. like my chairman, my boss, my sm and the artists.
i'd be lying if i said am not affected. after all, i've had so much of this unappreciated cricket moments that i've become sort of immuned to it. but this totally did me in. it came as cream on top of that tasteless ice cream after being informed about something horrible that's going on in my company. horrible indeed. so i declared a holiday for the rest of that day and went home sulking. my mum took it the wrong way and thought that i've been hit by some unknown things. what could be worse right?
Me: Am gonna take a bath
Mum: Okay. You take a good bath. I'll bathe you after that.
Me: Huh?! WTF? (okay, i didn't say WTF to my mum lah..)
Mum: You've been pale these days. I think you kena
I had to call him to tell him of this horrible horrible news. And he laughed and told me to just let her bathe me. so i did lor... i had to stifle my laughter and kept my serious face going on, at least in front of my mum. it's a funny incident but their concerns really touched me. oh well, parents...
i sent out an email with regards to the horrible thing in my company to my boss. i wonder what's gonna come up from it... *waits*