Like the GodFather, The Lord of the Rings, The Matrix and Rush Hour - This is going to be a trilogy.
Let's start after my uni exams
22 June 2007
hey babe, can you give me call. I'm working tonight so you can call me at work. *insert old manager's name here* wants you to work for her. But call me, I'll tell you all about it.
That was the voicemail of Rebecca, one of my colleagues from work.
I called back and well, I was getting poached to work for an international company.
A management position for an international company.
25 June
I gave my manager a call to see what perks I get to have once I move jobs.
Discount accommodation on all our hotels all over the world. I could hear my head going ka-ching!!
The pay is way way better. My head further went ka-ching!!
I get to choose my availability.
I get to do management training in Australia's major cities.
And I get to wear a skirt.
Just the uniform alone was enough for me to drive towards the hotel and sign the contract.
27 June
Twenty-third birthday is coming up.
Must plan the birthday party.
Talk with Emmet on what do.
Scroll down on my phone book to see who I should invite.
29 June
Ran into Dee at Pacific Fair, and she reminded me that Iris is to go to Manila on Sunday.
I completely forgot that Iris is going to Manila.
Had dinner with Emmet tonight. We're starting to be like an old couple. I asked him if we were in a rut but of course he said no. I don't think we are as well, we just need to do exciting stuff.
Like maybe go scuba diving together or something.
30 June
Life has a way of kicking you in the balls when you're down and in doubt.
And I mean, kicking you hard.
Do you know that feeling when you're doubting the strength of your relationship with your boyfriend and then a really really cute chef tries to distract you from all your worries and all he had to do is flash his pearly whites and you go brain dead for a second and then reality comes crashing back, reminding you that Irony is one of my best friends.
Irony is always there but never ever take the bait or you're fucked.
I mean, this was a good thing.
The rest are just screwed up.
01 July
Ouch!
My gums are sore.
Just finished work tonight and Emmet had to make sure I drove home safe because my gums are giving me problems since this afternoon.
I feel like I'm teething.
It really hurts.
Hmm.. Maybe I should sleep on it and see how it goes.
Five more sleep and I'll be 23!!
02 July
Hey, what's the go on Friday night? Where we going and what's the plan?
Leo's text.
At 8:30 in the morning.
Groan. And ouch! Damn, my gums are still sore.
Look into the mirror and horrors!!! My left cheek is swollen!
So swollen I look like I stuffed cotton balls in my mouth.
Downstairs, Mum and Uncle were having breakfast in the patio and watching the birds.
I gave them one long look and Uncle said there's no point in going to the dentist because the dentist won't touch it till the swelling stops.
Damn, so really all I have to do is rest. And hopefully in the afternoon, I'll feel better.
Noon - I had a dream about you. It wasn't a dirty dream but it freaked me out that you were actually in it.
Chef's text.
Save it, I'm in no mood. My gums are sore. See you at work.
My reply. There are times that I'm friendly with people from work but I can't do cartwheels for them all the time.
Especially today. Fuck, my gums are so sore I can't even swallow properly.
This is why I hate dentists, dentures and anything to do with teeth and gums and that buzzing sound that dentists use.
Dentists are like boyfriends.
They tell you they won't hurt you. And you so desperately want to believe them, hence putting your trust on them.
Then they screw you over by jabbing a needle in your gum and gassing you, getting you all high with no recollection of what's happening.
See, dentists and boyfriends - they're both bastards.
03 July
Biggest mistake I've ever made: Coming into work last night.
With my gums pulsating, Chef pissing me off, 140 guests booked, 2 really slow staff - it was a recipe for disaster.
I didn't finish til midnight.
Poor Emmet had to wait for me to finish so we can go get hot chocolate only for me cancelling at the last minute cos I was in no form to do anything else.
After work, all I wanted to do was lie on the pavement and have someone run over me.
I was in so much pain it's not funny.
My boss told me my wisdom tooth must be coming out.
Good, I'll be wise.
Was able to relate with Stewie, when he was teething and he was making the time machine to make time go faster.
So wisdom tooth is coming.
Translation: it'll take at least four days before the healing actually starts.
Translation: My birthday party on Friday will have to wait.
There's no way I can dance in my awesome looking boots with a fucked up gum!!
04 July
I called the doctor at 5 in the morning.
Only for him to arrive two hours later.
I have the prescription for antibiotics and some painkillers.
Feel like Britney Spears in a manner of being a crackwhore in need of painkillers.
Called work and told them I can't come into work.
They weren't happy but what can I do.
Noon - received an email from my old boss.
When are you free to meet up, I want to show you the place.
I replied straight away knowing I need to play the cards right otherwise, I'll lose the job offer.
Hi, sorry I won't be able to come in for a meeting til next Monday. I have a terrible tootheache with swollen gums. It's depressing cos my birthday is in a couple of days and I'm stuck at home with swollen gums and wisdom tooth that won't come out.
I wanted for her to feel sorry for me. And it worked;
Oh poor you, ok call me when you're feeling better as I would love for you to work for me.
One of the best news of my professional career. I don't even have to apply anymore. I get poached.
With the painkillers and antibiotics doing wonders on me, I dozed off with a stoned smile on my face.
05 July
Mass email and text to everyone;
Hey guys, party for tomorrow is cancelled. Emmet and I decided to put it off for another week because I have the worst tootheache. Feel free to call me if you have the patience to my mumbling.
I'll be out of commission for four days but I'll reply to all your texts and I'm online most of time.
Sorry, I was so excited for tomorrow but unfortunately, Jose Cuervo and Panadeine Forte don't go well.
I'm not a wacked out rock star to mix tequila with pain killers. That's a good way to die.
I hit send.
Breathed a sigh of depression and went back to bed.
Woke up at 2pm. Emmet brought Godfather trilogy and the Matrix trilogy.
He's such an awesome boyfriend.
Versace dinner with Amber and her boyfriend, Mitch.
It was good. The oysters never let me down.
I love the fact that Emmet looks after me when I'm sick.
Tonight we watched Godfather. Marlon Brando was awesome.
I'm in bed watching Part II and Part III.
06 July
Happy birthday to me! Happy birthday to me!!
With my gums pulsating, I got dressed and went downstairs.
Mum had been cooking up a storm.
Unfortunately, I can't eat.
But that's ok.
I got plenty of presents.
Emmet gave me a Coach handbag.
That's a lot of hours bashing people, panget, he said.
Uncle gave me the awesome looking boots that I planned to wear for tonight.
Mum cooked about ten dishes for today.
Amber gave me a Guess handbag, a gold ring, a pearl necklace.
Mum gave me three pairs of gold earings, a bracelet and a necklace.
Our neighbour gave me a stationery slash binder slash phonebook.
Amber came over after work to spend the night.
She crashed over and decided to go to casino for a little bit of luck.
Well, we lost but at least it got me out of the house.
We stayed up talking till four in the morning.
I couldn't ask for a more perfect birthday.
Emmet and I are going really strong.
Amber and I are in high spirits.
Mum gave me the best present ever.
I love the boots.
I was surrounded with the people that I love.
And the people that forget, well, screw them.
Hehe.. no, it's ok.
The world doesn't revolve around me, although I'd love to think that it does!!
To be continued...
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