Oui, mon ami...

I paid for my tour this morning.
It is early, but thats how i managed over $700 in discounts and cheap airfares.

Everything is booked and ready, except the apartment in Paris...but that will be done shortly!

^_^



My friend will be working for my company next year after her holidays in Hong Kong and Thailand. Woohoo! Another friend joining to monopolise on the company!
;)


Party season is full steams ahead starting from Dec 6. Company (our client) relaunch...the Xmas party (client) on Dec 13 and then my own company's party on Dec 21.


I'm apparently too nice. The other day there was a man from a different company who went into the lift with all of our own staff. We were all getting off on either level 20-24. His company is on level 15. Everyone swiped there cards to let them up to their floors. His does not require a swipe card. I was the last person to swipe my card for my manager and another coordinator. He tried to press 15 for his floor but it didnt light up.

I swiped my card and pressed 24. Then i pressed 15 for him and asked him if that was where he wanted to go. He said yes and thank you. Level 15 is the first stop from the ground floor, so it was lucky that i managed to press it before we had passed it.

When everyone alighted out of the lift and there was only my manager and the other coordinator left. The manager said "I am such a b!tch. I would have left him to ride up the lift all the way to 24 and then let him make his way down to 15. You are too nice."

I dont think its overly nice. I think its just courteous to do so. hmm...


Today, as i was walking to meet with K, a little Korean boy walked up to me to ask if i was Korean? No. He then proceeded to ask me for $1. I sort of looked at him blankly, and then i asked him why he needed $1? He apparently lost his wallet or forgotten it. Its hard to understand a kid who doesnt speak fluent English and still has his accent. He needed it to catch the bus. Although he had a train ticket.

The thing is, he looked barely 12.

So, the sucker i am, i gave him the $1 and told him to go home...not in a harsh way, but in the big sister "you should go home before you can get into any trouble" sort of tone.

When i walked off, parting way with the kid, i wondered if i had done something wrong? It just all felt off. Not that parting with my $1 was such a big deal...I mean only less than 4 hours ago i had given up a big chunk of my savings for my trip to Europe.

But i was wondering if he looked sallow in the face because he had taken up smoking...or worse drugs...although he didnt look all that out of it...but i wondered if i was contributing to something bad, other than just helping a helpless kid?!

How weird is that? I try to do something good, only to find myself feeling as though i have committed a crime.
=(


Dinner and drinks with the girls tonight. Rest tomorrow. Wedding on Sunday...the day where i was suppose to go watch Kylie...*sigh*...