Winter

It's here.

IT'S REALLY HERE!!!!!!!!

I shit you not. Temperatures have dropped a bit the past week here in Bangkok. Now, it can get as old as 20 Deg C. Just how I like it. I'll have to put on a jacket soon.

My beloved is currently in Chiang Mai. I just screamed down the phone earlier this evening to express my love for him. No, more like how much I wanted to go to Chiang bloody Mai. It's even colder up there. Chiang Mai's low is 11 Deg C. I could freeze to death there, come to think of it.

Not much has been going on. Just.. cakes.. cookies.. beers.. and work, of course.

Holidays are coming up. But I'll stay in Bangkok. I'm saving trips for January or February, when it's not packed with tourists everybloodywhere.

Right. When you say that magical word, you can almost test it. I'm going to have dinner and a few drinks with Andrew and his uncle.

Lotsa Shite

It has been rough few days. With work and all that stuff.

Last Saturday, I came to work because there was some shit we needed to sort. In the afternoon, around 2:30PM, there was a loud bang. Followed by cracking cracking sound. I was all alone in here. My neighbour’s staff were long gone. I waited until I was sure it was safe. I took a look at what happened. It’s the office door.

I tried to get help from downstairs. But no one picked up the phone. I guess I called the wrong part of the building. So, I rang my Aussie boss. Thank Lord he wasn’t out (he lived nearby). So, he came to the office dragging staff of Jones Lang LaSalle up here. I was stuck inside.

After some talk, they took out the damn door.

That used to be a door.

Some of them did more than dropping hints that it was nearly impossible for a 10mm glass door to just crack like that. This sort of shite went on for a few days. Until yesterday that I had enough, I made it clear that I had all the keys and there was no need for me to push the door so hard. I was very pissed off that they were still trying to blame me for it. They even suggested that we might have to pay for the new door.

Scuse me? Why the fook do we have to pay for the damn door that we didn’t break?

I guess they knew how pissed off I was and I would fight to death so my company wouldn’t have to pay for it. They could get something out of their insurance company, for fuck’s sake.

Anyway, I didn’t break it. We are NOT paying for it. End of discussion.

Saturday evening, I went out for dinner with my family and a guest. The guy was from a supplier my father’s company has represented. Mum decided not to go because of Dad’s “comments” about her joining. She made it easier for us. But I felt it was unfair to her. Dad doesn’t have to be that rude towards her. I still can’t understand why he has to give her a hard time all the time. Just… leave her alone. But then, that’s their problem. Kids can’t really do much there.

Sunday, the shit kid sister got back to Thailand. That was my first time in the new airport. Tell you what, it’s true. The International arrival hall is the biggest joke in the history. It was so small. It was crowded. It was badly organised (if organised at all). I nearly ran the trolley over some kids who were blocking the way. If you go there to pick up someone, get the fuck out of there when you’ve met the persons. There is no room for anyone to hang out and chit-chat. If you decide to do so, watch out for a trolley.

New home

Other than work that I've been busy with.. (and trying to convince Mark to take a trip to Chiang Mai)..

I've got a new home for my shite.

My friends (Troy, Danny, Yorky, Bloncs, Pete(r), Tony, Khun Fat Git, and the maids) gave me this birthday present back in October 2006. Now I've sorted myself out.

So... see you there.

Hello December!!

Finally December.

I like December. It feels so.... holidays.

Now I recall what I wanted to write last time.

One night, after a looooooooooong day at work, I went to that terrible English pub close to work for dinner. I was on my own in a cute dress, with a pint on my table, reading. Then, a waitress stopped by to ask if I was expecting.

WTF.

Seriously, WTF?!?

I'm not bleedin' pregnant!!!

Ok, I've gained a few kgs and all that stuff. But I didn't think I looked "big".

To make it worse, the next night, after seeing Happy Feet with Rose, we went down the pub (I'm seriously thinking that I've spent too much time in the pubs). I was wearing another cute dress. Even Mark said that I looked gorgeous in it. The bastid, Lee Shamrock, turned up and said to me "Kay, you look so pregnant in that dress!"

Absolute bollox.

The skirt was balloon shape. You know, it looks... big. It doesn't mean I really do fill in the whole bloody balloon!!

That's so depressing.

Work has been screwed up. One person buggered off on us during mid-training. So, we're actually screwed. It's been long and stressful week. We've tried every way possible to sort this out. But we're still screwed. That certain person helped to make it worse too, really. So, now, boss emailed the clients with the only practical way out - even though not really ideal. We have no other options at all. If the clients decide to go ahead with boss's suggestion, we will be less screwed. But still screwed.

Since there's nothing we can do until the clients get back to us, boss took me and my assistant out for lunch. A bit weird. But it's been a real tough week for us. After lunch, I made a few free minutes to fix the Christmas tree.

My boss didn't like how the maid and my assistant had decorated it. He told me he liked how I did it last year, and wanted me to fix it.

The problem is: I don't remember how I decorated it last year.

I got it done anyway and let the boss fix it a bit more. Now he's happy.

God it's been stressful. But even though we have been stressed out to the max, we did have a good laugh in here now and then.

I was placing an ad on a website today. Their Sales Executive kept ringing me to ask questions and to follow up on things (not to mention emails). Within seconds after I emailed her asking her to fix one bit in the ad and launch it, she rang me again!

Before I picked up the phone, I was screaming because I was annoyed and I was very busy and I already approved the bloody ad. Boss asked me what's wrong. I told him this woman called me again "I already emailed her. Just post the fooking ad!!!"

He asked me then why she's calling me again. I told him no idea but I would figure it out soon enough, trying to calm down.

Then, I picked up the phone, saying "Sawasdee kha" with the sweetest voice you could imagine.

My boss nearly died from laughter because he expected me to rip the girl's head off.

Oh.. Ha ha bloody ha.