hey mister im fine
Date: Oct 22nd, 2007 4:10:12 pm - Subscribe
Mood: surreal
Today was supposed to be an incredibly bad day. It was one. But it didn't feel like one.
Work was work. With all the shits and few redeeming factors. I kept my cool only because I knew for a fact if I allowed myself to get that bit emotional, I'd have broken down.
So I kept my cool. Even my traffic commented that I kept my cool today despite the mess that was everywhere.
FYI. No one likes working on the account that I'm handling. And it so happens that this week I'm the only one on this notorious account, handling 3 campaigns and expecting 2 more.
I can't say I hate work because it's the very work and people that takes my mind off other stuffs.
Anyway. It was Mr Rolex's visit to Singapore tonight. A and I ran late for a fancy schmany cocktail buffet thing at Raffles Hotel.
I didn't have shit loads of fun but I enjoyed the new environment.
I made a few phone calls later. And exhausted 2 and a half phone's worth of batteries.
My day ended with me holding back tears in a cab home while it poured.
When I got home, the old stray cat that used to follow me home, was there, hiding from the cold and the rain. It followed me up as I walked up.
All the way, I tried to shoo it away. I even resorted to walking up a few more flights of stairs to lure it away.
I like cats. I do. But the last time I let it follow me home, it had a showdown with my own cat who stood at the door when I opened it and hissed madly at the stray.
So tonight, in order to practise some damage control, I took out a few pieces of scrap paper and threw it down the stairs. The stray was cheated by me and it followed the scraps.
I quickly opened my door and shut myself in.
Sometimes, I feel like this stray cat.
No one is saying that they don't want you around. They just need to have things done a certain way. It's damage control. It's for the better. It just has to be done.
But in the end, it's still raining.
And this stray cat? Well, he's outside, in the cold, with the rain, wondering why once upon a time he was let in to a home and fed, and why now he's outside, in the cold, not knowing whether to wait another day or to never run up the stairs to be cheated again.
Goodnight.
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