7th July 2010

The time has come. 7th July 2010 I've been told.

It's in my diary in red. I should be really excited but I'm finding it so hard to be.

After all these time... I should be filled with excitement and anticipation, so why the cold feet?

I tell you why...

Over 4 days, I'll be in Bangalore for our annual Taj Sales Conference. Staying in a Taj Hotel in Bangalore, in a conference room with at least 400 local sales people, representing and presenting on my region to my worldwide counterparts, 4 days of in your face 'Little India' experience. HOW TO SURVIVE??!!!

I'm hoping that I'll have time to sneak to the spa to get away from it all but I very doubt so. 4 days of Ah Neh Neh talk, KK food, Oa Pei culture, and don't forget about the smell as well.

You can laugh and you can say that I'm not politically correct, but try! Just try to be in my shoes?! Ah Cha! My head is already shaking as we speak. Ah Cha!!

Spot The Difference

You know how I'm like with Greyhound in Bangkok. If I can afford the whole shop... even the ladies wear, I will :-)

Anyway in my recent spree, did a round of shopping before our trip to Vietnam. Kind of satisfied my initial appetite. Then on our way back, I see myself in the store again. Tried on a couple of tops and trousers, and had my eyes set on this pale blue linen shirt. Just when I was paying, I saw another very similar shirt, which I thought was much cuter. Asked about it but the sales person went 'nok saze'. Well shame... wasn't meant to be. Walked away feeling a bit disappointed but at least I've got the first shirt anyway.

Went back to the hotel. Was packing for our returned flight back. Just when I was going through my shopping for this trip, I came across this...

The one on the right was bought on my returned leg. The shirt on the left was bought in the beginning of my trip and the one I prefer more, which I was told no size the second time round.

What can you learn from this? Well at least I was consistent ;-)

Sian!

What's the word for BEYOND BORED?! Sian ah!

One Night In Bangkok

I have to say, it was such a surreal experience this time in Bangkok. While walking down Silom, you will come across endless check points mandated by huge police and army forces carrying weapons and shields. Army vehicles, tanks, and bard wire were all dotted along the area.

The air was kind of tense but yet peaceful and everyone just kind of went along their daily lives. But a sense of solemn and sadness can be felt even when you're on the Sky Train.

The area that was taken over by the red shirts were just a mess and it's so sad to see a once vibrant and always busy area like Siam Square and Paragon becoming a deserted place.

One saving grace of this whole incident was the cute policemen and soldiers along Silom. Some of them were really cute and was even having some eye contact action with a couple of them while walking back to our hotel. Even the drag queens were flirting with them big time after their quiet shifts at DJ. It was so funny! And at this point, I was really missing my gals in Singapore. All the crazy nights and fun we had in Bangkok. You know who you are. Miss you gals so much!

Hopefully there won't be more blood shed and everything will be back to normal once again.

This one is for you G... xxx

Look Who's Talking

'Cough Cough... I'm not feeling well.'

'Oh dear will you be alright for our flight back to London?'

'I hope so... cough cough...'

'Let's go get some medication before we board... and drink loads of water.'

'I'm really not feeling very well... cough cough...'

'I know... you've said that.'

'I think I'm having a fever now... cough cough... hot cheeks and cold sweat.'

'Let me feel...'

'Fever right? Cough cough...'

'Baby! You're fine! No fever, just oily nose! You'll survive!'

'Cough cough... I'm really not feeling so well.'

Went into Boots at Bangkok Airport, piled on different cough medications. You name it, we bought it.

'There you go. Have them before you go to sleep, ok?'

12 hours flight back and he slept like a baby, while I was tossing and turning, and was tempted to get up and drug the baby a few rows away from us from crying throughout the first half of the flight.

Upon touching down into Heathrow. D looked so spaced out. Must be the flight pressure and plus the medication. He looked like he just came out from Fire (a dance club in London). Lol!

'I lost you when you went to collect our luggage. Where were you? Cough cough...'

'I was just here baby.'

'Why is everyone having a pint of beer in their hands? It's only 7am.'

'That's their Starbucks coffee baby! Let's get you home now!'