All in a day's work

Ok let's get the stupidities outta the way first.

Happy Valentine's Day (whatever!) to all you folks!

There, that's done. Now I can proceed with my post.

So a colleague bumped into me in the bus yesterday and asked, "So Sayesha, what plans for Valentine's Day?"

"I'll tell you when it's over." I said. She looked excited. I didn't.

Well, it's over. And here's how my V'Day went. Not very happening, but I'm not complaining.

Was woken up at 3 am by two loud sms messages from my back-up guy. (Yeah, I have one! We have a pact a la Phoebe and Joey, that if we're both single when we're 60, we'll hook up.) I won't name him here for fear of tarnishing his reputation as I believe that he believes he's got one, and who am I to badmouth a guy who may marry me 35 years from now?

Next. What do you do when you step outta the house, lock the door, take the lift down, and everything's going on like clockwork to enable you to catch your usual 7:15 am train, when you discover that you've got a pink top on? Valentine's day is the worst day to wear a pink top! If the 7:15 am train wasn't so crucial to get me to work on time, I'd really have gone back and changed.

In the bus, read a bad review of my Shaan's concert. I mean, the reviewer said that the concert was good. But the review was bad. You know what I mean.

Had a tiff with another adorably moronic friend whom I keep saying "I love you, you moron!" and "I hate you, you moron!" to, with such amazing regularity that he's nicknamed me 'pendulum'. So the tiff ended with me saying "Ok fine! I don't anything you!" Ouch. That one's the worst. You never wanna get the "I don't anything you!" from me. Trust me.

On the way from work to uni, saw a bunch of girls wearing pink and holding pink bouquets and pink teddy bears, and looking at me curiously. Perhaps they were wondering why I wasn't carrying any pink stuff. Well, I was carrying my Media Law book, which I was gonna use to thwack the head of the next person I saw wearing/holding anything pink. (Yes, I almost thwacked myself when I realised I was wearing pink too.)

Was very surprised to see the high turnout in today's class. Hmmm... fewer chocolates for me. Prof had no Kit-Kats, only expensive chocs, but they were not bad. At least they did not have hazelnuts (yikes!) in them. And oh, the choc chip cookies were such a welcome break during the break. The classroom was so cold that we refused to go back into the lecture theatre after the break. The lecturer had to call out, "Come back, my valentines!" for us to unwillingly stroll back in.

I still could not believe the high turnout. Almost everyone was there. I wonder if it's because the lecturer is so good-looking, and he always wears all black (and may I just say 'woohoo!'). And oh oh oh, today he was telling us about trademarks and about inherently distinctive marks, and generic marks and composite marks and suggestive marks that are used as trademarks. As an example, he looked at me and said, "Now if I were to say to Sayesha, "Meet me for coffee after the class." I'd be a 'suggestive mark', isn't it?" (His name is Mark.) The class guffawed. "I'd rather be an inherently distinctive mark." He concluded.

I think he is. To be able to keep a class of working adults awake (and laughing) at 9:30 pm is no easy feat I say!

I got some answers right and he was quite pleased with me. A classmate asked me during the break, "You really like this subject, don't you, Sayesha?" "Love it!" I said, and was almost about to tell her that it was all because of Ian, when I changed my mind and stopped myself in time. Not everyone understands the concept of Ian, and I was afraid she'd think I'd gone dotty of datelessness.

On the way back from uni, was watching the late night news on TV mobile. This cute journalist Ken Teh, who interviewed me after Zee TV's Antakshari auditions, got the 'Young journalist of the year' award. Was very happy for him and sent a few good wishes his way.

The last few days have been crazy. Mostly because they have involved a lot of pa(ni)cking for my Manila product training sessions. Three days, four training sessions, three hours each. I have conducted product training locally, but this is bigger than anything I've done before. It's not easy doing product training for teachers, especially if they're twice your age and have the attitude that you're trying to teach teachers how to teach. So you gotta approach them extra carefully and sensitively, and make it very clear that you're only telling them about the products and not the process of teaching as such. I was already nervous about this when another shock was in store for me. I was informed that the Marketing Manager would not be going with me on the same flight. I panicked. This, coming from a girl, who coolly strolled into a country of no friends and relatives at the 18, all by herself. Sheesh.

"So who's gonna receive me at the airport??" I asked the Marketing Manager.

"Oh, this guy called Paulo will be there! He has your photo!"

"But I don't have his photo!"

"Oh, you'll recognise Paulo immediately. He's this big guy... like really really big guy... like really..."

I get it. Big guy. Paulo. You'd better be there, Paulo. I'm not reassured by your manager's email that says, "Once you're out of the airport, take the ramp on your left, cross the road and wait at platform ABC. Ignore all the people who will try to talk to you, even if they say they're there to pick you up. Wait for Paulo. Paulo will pick you up."

ABC platform? Are you kidding me? That's really the name of the platform? Sounds like a bad variable name to me man. Sheesh. Panic panic again. Paulo, you'd better be there man. Otherwise I'm gonna bash you up later. Oh wait, you're a big guy. Hmmm... okay, just be there. Okay? Okay? Okay? Just be there, man.

Well, now I'm back at home, and decided to blog about my day while I wait for my hair to dry before I go to bed. Sayesha is a good girl. Sayesha listens to Mummy. Mummy said never go to bed with wet hair. Mummy said not to use the hair dryer too much. But then Mummy also said never to go to strange places on my own. Wonder what she will think of ABC platform and Paulo.

Ok guys, am outta here now. Flying off tomorrow morning. Wish me luck! :O

And don't go anywhere, bartender will be right back after the break! :)

And oh oh oh, almost forgot this part!

Happy end-of-V'day (whatever!) to all you folks! There's something else I have to say... errr... uhhh... hmmm...

Okay fine, since it's the day to say it, I will. But this is not one of those lurrrve-berry heart-shaped pink pizza type of V'day declarations.

This one's straight dil se.

I love you guys, and sometimes I really wonder what I would do without this blog and without you guys.