There is this coming event in my institution. Judging from the scale, I am sure it's going to be a big one. The committee prepare a choir and a set of volunteers who are going to perform based on the proposed theme.
I heard that the arrangement of the program, lay-out, concept and all were discussed among the 'big' guys. Thus, I am pretty sure that it wasn't a solo project.
Then, came yesterday. From this person's mouth I had to hear all about the preparation. And of course, the committee. Up to this point, in my mind, I wished that he wouldn't say the 'magic' word, the right word 'concoction' that would sure make me disgusted.
My wish was not granted.... :-(
He said it, "Do you know? The concept? It's bla...bla...bla... The lay-out? That's bla...bla...bla....The idea? The bla...bla...bla... It's all from me.... It's all ME ... Do you know that?"
I tried to show my yeah-I've-heard-that-too-many-times face as subtle as possible. When that didn't work, I put on my oh-no!-not-again look. It DIDN'T WORK! So, I put my chin close to my chest, wishing someone would knock or a one of my phones would ring. Anything just to 'save' me.
No phone ring or knocking on the door. But he fortunately stopped talking. Phew.
Talk about being a narcist....
Mau muntah rasanya ...
Untungnya baru 'mau'...
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