TGIFriday!

i woke up in a good mood this morning.

firstly, all my emails were delivered last night. i had an email notification from globe wireless informing me that all the emails i've written to andy have been delivered to the vessel SARKU CLEMENTINE. bingo! money makes the world go round. well, at least it makes mine go round.

secondly, i'm all prepared for my WHITE PARTY tonight. i'm wearing white pants, a white singlet, and my powder blue heels. and i even brought 2 choices of hats - a white golfer hat, and a white with grey and white camouflage side-print cowboy hat.

to not appear too stark, i've decided to wear my granny shawl over my white ensemble. i'm beginning to like this shawl more and more! mum knitted it for me, and it's pink and blue wool, so it looks almost lavender from a distance. it's knitted with big holes, so it really looks like a granny shawl. i pinned it up with pink woollen flower brooch that kim gave me, and it looks great!

so that upped my peace factor. everything is going as planned. i stepped out of my house, and it was such a beautiful day! it's the kind of days where you just wanna lie on the back of a boat and sun tan! there was a mild breeze and the sun was brilliant! i got into my car and decided that im going to drive with my windows down.. and enjoy as much of this beautiful day before i get locked into the air-con'd madness of my office.

my hair got a little messy, but it's cool. and as i was driving, i remembered what andy said, to roll down the back windows a tad, if you don't want your hair to be all over your face when driving with the windows down. soo clever you are sweetheart. but not today. i wanted to feel the wind in my hair.. trucks and vans scuttled past me, sending their exhaust fumes in my direction... pooooi!! but it's alright.. i'm all in white, and feeling peaceful.

then i parked my car, and it was all over. once i turned off the engine, and stepped out of my car, the fire alarm at the marriott hotel went off, and the bell was (of all places!) right next to my lot! in the middle of this chaos, i was torn between moving my car, and covering my ears from the shrill ringing. i chose to run. yes, in my powder blue heels, oh sooo pretty, but sooo difficult you are. i ran to the lift, and as murphy's law would allow it, both of them were stuck. yes, stuck! god knows where, i wouldn't give a damn even if they were stuck between a camel's arse.. but they were stuck!

left without a choice, i went down, the fire escape stairs, in my powder blue heels, trying to ignore the loud clacking that's reverberating through the echo-ey stairwell of the damn'd marriott hotel. you would think a glamourous hotel like marriott would have a carpeted stairwell, but NO, they were tiled and loud against the glamourous heels that their glamourous patrons would normally be wearing. and the corners were yellowed with stains of origins i don't even want to imagine. gawd. so much for peace. and yes, the alarms were still going.

i finally got to the first floor (thank god!) and out into the open. as i headed for the hotel entrance, a uniformed man tapped me gently on the shoulder and said, "excuse me m'am, we are having a fire drill right now, so i'm afraid you are not allowed into the hotel at the moment. please walk around the hotel and you may go out of the area from there.." and he pointed in a direction AWAY from my office building. groan. i guess it's NOT over..

and so i walked. around the building, past the smelly drains, along with Clinique girls in their clean WHITE uniforms and thick, immaculate make-up. as i tried to steer away from them, someone shouted into a loudhaler beside me, "PLEASE GATHER IN THE FRONT OF THE BUILDING TO MARK YOUR ATTENDANCE!" That's just great. if it wasn't enough of a chore to be teetering my way through the back alleys of the hotel, it sure made me feel ten times worse to be herded along as another hotel/department store staff, to be marked and have my obedience noted.

this lady, who was in the same predicament as me, turned around and said to me "my god! not only do they not apologise to us, they treat us like we're hotel staff!" i gave her a weak smile, too tired to comment. on with the aviators. and trudge.

sigh. i did get into the office, eventually, still white and pristine. but i'm thinking to myself right now, that perhaps air-con'd madness isn't really that bad after all.