bottom issues* 

It's Monday. Feeling stoned from too much sleep over the weekend. Yep, for a person who pride herself to only need 5 hours of sleep, I slept like a babi (that's Thai for 'baby' but i meant it as it is - 'pig' in Malay.)

Anyway, I was busy finalising some proposals for three campaigns next year. Just as I was going to scratch my scalp off from constant dead ends, my client Jay called. Jay became a very dear friend over the 9 months I've worked on the account. We just hit it off almost immediately, both professionally as well as personally.

"Hey woman, how's the proposal coming along?"

"Aiyo...dead end after dead end lah. I've run out of dandruff to scratch off already. But will get it done by today."

"Aiyooo. I hope so. For your sake and my sake, ok."

"Hey, no worries. I told you already - all for one, one for all. If we die, we die together!"

"Err. I think you got the concept all wrong, dear. The thing is - I don't want to die!"

"Oh. Actually, I also don't want to see my Maker so soon too. No worries, will get it done for you by tomorrow."

"Anyway, I have something to tell you. To chill you out."

"Shoot!"

"Last Saturday, I went to Petaling Street for reflexology. The guy told me I suffer from ass rheumatism."

And I turned into a hyena.

November 23, 2004 // anjali* pranced on tip-toes all over the keyboard at 1:01 am
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