"Every season of the year comes with a promise that something wonderful is going to happen to me someday.
In winter, the promise comes with the smell of snow in the air.
In summer, I hear it in the boom of thunder and the lightning that streaks across the sky in blue flashes.
Most of all, I feel it now in springtime,
when everything is green and black..." Judith McNaught, Something wonderful.

In unfortunate Singapore however,
where people have to pay for even watching world cup,
and where it is always hot and humid
and forever enslaved in the unbearable heat of summer,
this promise came in the form of smses from two idiotic friends.

On Tuesday night,
two smses interupted my pleasurable evening.
Both smses promised me that if I do not break the "chain",
something wonderful will happen to me on the following day at 4pm.
Someone will come and talk to me or call me or sms me about something that I really wanted.

Hurhur.

I told one of them that he better make sure that a certain Fernando Torres rings me up!

Despite my reputation as an airhead in JC,
I'm not idiot enough to believe that Torres will miraculously materialise at my office,
casually lounge at the glass door,
flash me his charming grin while I let him in.
Then, strolling towards me at the reception desk in that languid way of his,
(that is thankfully not the way he moves during matches)
sheepishly explain in accented english that he was "in the area",
then scratching his head in a boyishly embarrassed way
and tell me that he would wait for me to knock off so that we could do dinner together,
and offer to help me lug my oven and antenna home,
fix it for me,
then watch Portugal together,
while he patiently explains whatever soccer stuff that I don't know.

Yeah, I'm not idiot enough to believe that,
but then again,
I suppose I'm idiot enough to dream up a whole ludicrous fantasy!!

*shakes head and laughs out loud*

Anyway, while I was indulging in my over active imagination,
my handphone rang,
and a suspiciously familiar voice cheerfully said

"Hello!Torres from Spain!Espanol!See u in Spain one day!"

I was stunned.

Before I could react, the caller hung up.

I burst out laughing in the quiet stillness of the reception area,
staring at the unfamiliar number in my handphone in disbelief.

It was a delightful surprise.
(Thank u!!!)

and it kept me smiling for the rest of the day,

even when an asshole made a fool of himself later on in the day.

At around 5pm,
a couple of salesman from *** company came into the office for some meeting with our maketing people.

"Hi, my name is ***," said him, and he extended his hand for me to shake.

I smiled and shook his hand,
before accepting the namecard that he handed out to me.
I told him that the relevant personel will be right out,
and invited him and his partner to take a seat at the sitting area.

Then I returned to read the papers.
He continued standing there, in front of me.
I looked up.

"Yes? Is there anything else?"

"Will u be free tonight?"

"No." I shook my head in emphasis.

"Watching soccer ah?U soccer fan?" he guessed,
and pointed to the newspaper spread out in front of me,
opened to the sports page.

I smiled politely.

Thankfully the relevant people came out and they left for their meeting.

Ok, frankly speaking,
it is DARN flattering.

I would have been flattered,
had he not been so freaking old!!!

Bloody hell!He must be in his late 20s, or even early 30s loh!!

Hello? Can he like, pick someone his own age?
Just what is he trying to imply, that I'm OLD?

I am once again reminded of the times in HSBC when my colleagues speculated about my age.
And their guesses have never been less than 20.

Bloody hell.

The meeting was over and unfortunately,
I have yet to knock off.

His colleague went out the door 1st, and he held back.

"You know, ###? They have this huge tv telecasts the match.We can go there for drinks u noe?"

"I don't think so. My kids don't like it when I drink.
And I've already made arrangement to catch the match tonight with my husband"

The look on his face?

Priceless.

For all the silliness in me,
I do have times of exceptional brilliance.

*smirks*

However rare they are.