Trippin'

I'm a soundtrack person. Okay. It's not the first time I've said it. It's... Many many times.

Since I got Ed back online with me, music access has been so simple. I can have any song I want. But the thing about it is, my sponsored speakers are not here yet. And, I can't move any of my music into my obsolete Pod. I don't want to begin to voice my frustrations about that.

Steve is having a couple of days off. Finally taking 3 days to slow down and catch his breath. Boss, with signature frown, is back on treatment, again. It's really not easy. I mean for Boss.

I called Chairwoman, and forwarded her a text. When I received it, I was LMAO. She subsequently replied, "I dun noe la. I think u should go"

"Excellent. Thanks for your advise. You must have gone crazy"

I called her in the evening and spoke for 40 minutes. She was going bonkers.

And the only thing she kept doing was, repeating who this person is to me. And that I, was probably the easiest sell ever.

"It's pre-planned! You had your Penang. He will have his!"

Thanks. Really. I don't want to know. And you're not helping.

"I don't know lah. It is so obvious. You know you work late. And he's got time on his hands. And I cannot believe all the while he was trying to guilt trip you!?"

Please. Please. Stop.

"What next? He buys you dinner and buys his way out next week to go somewhere else?"

Shut up. I didn't call so you can make me feel worse.

"No, you call me so that I remind you. I remind you of what this is, that you're having. I remind you."

Yeah. Thanks.

"It's so weird. I didn't realise you're married. But you are."



Thanks for sharing. Hey, it's close to breaking fast. And I have to go. The girls bought me dinner. And we're breaking fast together.

My Resort Island has been the sweetest thing : Sunset, Sunburn, Sunblock and Suntan.