Wednesday, 31 October 2007

Classic Malaysian Mentality

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Ahh, the good old classic Malaysian mentality. Never fails to amuse me. If it's being rebellious for whatever reason it might be, this is taking it to a whole new level. Or they just suck at this corny improvisation of basketball. In which I would like to say that they are, "Damn chew cheng."

Tuesday, 30 October 2007

Addicted

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Despite the lack of proper entries, I still chalk up quite an addiction. To be honest, I'm running out (or having a blogger's block) topics to blog about. Well, unless you fancy reading about JM's perpetual whining about life in advertising (which you would find it on his blog in due time, if he ever updates, or remembers he actually HAS a blog), or a vivid description of driving 16km to work every day thru 5 schools.

Guess not.

I hope I have a relapse soon. In the meantime, I'm tagging woman, Lulu and ummm, Russ!

Have fun!

Thursday, 25 October 2007

The Matcha

Don't know what to blog lah these days.
The weather so syok. Rain, rain, rain.

Not so syok because I still need to work, work, work.

But what's even more syok is that I get to fully utilize my new bag jacket. Who says we don't need jackets here in Malaysia? It's bloody cold these days you know. Rain day and night. Spray, drizzle, downpour all that jazz.

So back to not knowing what to write. I called Liew 10 minutes ago, seems like we only hangout during lunch hours these days. Gone are the days where we meet up for snooker or buying pornography DVD movies in town. Well, the part where he has 2 jobs is one of the main contributing aspect while the long-hours in my 1 job covers the remaining bits.

"Matchaaaaa," he greets me on the phone, his usual style.

I could never resist, so I replied, "Matchaaaa," back at him, "Eh, wanna go buy Man U's jersey ah?"

"Why lah?" he asks.

It boggled me. Boggled cause he seem to not realized I'm the all-time No. 1 fan in Penang, if not Malaysia (or the world) and that I own at least 1 jersey from each season. And all of them are originals, well, almost all. Even at one point, everything I own was Man U. Wallets, bags, pencil cases, you name it, I have it, "Why not? It's about time! They've been winning non-stop wei!" I justified to him and also pycho-ed him to get one as well.

"Ummm, ok lah,"

Now I sit and wait for him to pick me up. And hopefully the shop's open.

It's almost 3 now, he's still not here and I haven't had lunch yet.

Wednesday, 24 October 2007

Wednesday, 17 October 2007

1, 2 and now 3!

3 years ago and 4 days ago...
I decided it was time. I've been hearing so much about it, almost everyone I know was doing it. So I took a plunge and went for it. Well, for everything, there's gotta be a first time, right?

I was staying in KL then, I wrote my first entry at my desk, in the office at KLue Magazine. With only 3 days left to go from my 2-month stint with them, my only regret is not starting earlier. So much could have been blogged, from the party of the year (Chivas' Launch at Eastin) to club parties at Atmosphere to to lecturing JM on the subject, How To Get Laid 101, assisted by his then housemate, Nads and Dimar.

Then again, they'll always be subjects to blog about. It's never too late now, is it? I did create a new contraption by accident, blogged about a senile flasher, somehow surviving the Final Year Exhibition with such a tiny budget, to my employment with this job.

Hey, I don't just blog about myself all the time. I do offer the occasional usual educational information as well. Even taking a trip way down memory lane to where our group of friends met. I've also learn ways of amusing oneself with simple creations to amuse simple minded people while I also went back to basics with Photoshop.

And of course, the wedding, the first to get hitched.


It's been 3 years. I've seen my fair share, lived it and now, I can only say, "Bring on the next 3!" Happy 3rd Birthday LIFT. The show must go on.

Friday, 12 October 2007

Bad Name

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Quite possibly the worst company name, ever.
I bet the designer was fired. Or it was Roby who designed it.

I wish...

I've never been a big fan of chain-letters. Or those random messages you get from your friends on Friendster, saying, "If you don't forward this message to 96837682 people in the next few days, your account would be deemed inactive and thus deleted."

People actually believe this?
Come on, losing an account in cyberspace isn't the end of the world, you know. After all, there's Facebook!

This morning, I got a chain-letter. Of all person, it came from Juls -- Ju, I'm utterly disappointed at you! :P
It came with a animated GIF attached to it. It has 2 angels, one pulling, one pushing a snow sled while it is snowing. I didn't quite bother reading anything else apart from the I WILL RECEIVE A CALL IN 5-MINUTES AFTER I SCROLL DOWN TO THE BOTOOM OF THIS EMAIL. I screw all the steps, I went straight to the bottom.

It tells me to make a wish and then I will get a phone call. So I just did for the fun of it.
To my horror, my bloody phone did ring. It was Naomie.

"Meng ah, how do I rip a DVD into my Macbook?" she asks.

Still shocked and recovering from it, "Ummm, go to download.com and lookup for a software called Hardbrake," I replied.

I could sort of hear her fingers tapping on the keyboard, "Oh OK, let me check see if I got Internet connection or not."

"You know, you scared the hell out of me," I said as I went on telling her about the chain-letter, how I would receive a call and my wish would supposedly come true, "Well, you're suppose to grant me of my wishes."

"Hahaha, really? What did you wished for?" she asks me.

I replied, "To go New Zealand!"

"Your wish is my command!" she grants my wish.

"Woo hoo!"



Man. If I do end up there. I'm so saving this email for later use in life.

Monday, 8 October 2007

Random Bits

Sometimes, I like to put on my earphones and pretend to listen to music. I don't know why.

I'm obsessive compulsive when it comes to thinking. When my mind locks onto something, I fantasize, romanticize and daydream.

Often I stuff myself with too much food just so I can gain temp-weight, "Ooo! 1kg gained!" and feel good about myself.

Due to the aluminum casing, I always get electrocuted by JM's Powerbook. It's not funny anymore.

Life without a desktop computer sucks.

We pay tolls and our roads aren't getting any smoother. Ooo the stench of corruption and wigs is in the air. Oh wait, thats the haze. Or is it?

Proton claim it took them a long time to design and conceptualize Persona. All I needed was Photoshop, a screen shot of Gen2 from Google and 15-minutes.

Has anyone notice Datuk Tony Fernandez is turning into a cheesy Sir Richard Branson wannabe? No? Come on. Not that it's anything bad. Just weird.

The Sony Ericsson Z610i phone isn't girly! No it isn't! And I'm a proud owner of one! Maybe it's sleek curves makes it a tad girly, but not overly feminine. Well, it says so here.

I would be lying if I tell you I don't have any regrets cutting my hair this short. Just a little. I find comfort in the fact that I sleep better at night these days. How do you girls do it? It's just so bloody annoying to have 'em hairs poking your face when you're desperately trying to clock in every minute of sleep you can master before the morning sun greets you with work to do.

I secretly want to buy the new 180GB iPod classic. But I can't afford it. And no one is buying my current iPod -- which I might add, it's 100% scratch-free! What? I don't fancy the iPod touch lah. Might as well get the iPhone, right?

I actually do make 3G calls on a regular basis. Not lately though. Because I only have THAT much to say to JM and Neh Neh.

It scares me sometimes that I have no idea who else reads this blog.

I should get back to work.

Lucky Pussy

"I hear your horny cat finally got some action, huh?"

"Yeah, what the hell man, I think she's knocked up!"

"Wow, looks like your cat had a better weekend than I did."

Thursday, 4 October 2007

Sounds and Noise

I popped back into this office after having my photo re-taken, because I cannot tahan the one I took yesterday, made me look like a pedophile Roby. And I also had lunch, at 3pm, "I cannot tahan this tamil rap anymore," JM IM-ed me on MSN.

You see, apart from dealing with his mentally challenged intern who decided to take-on a job at some Fitness studio because Ben - JM's boss, my nephew - refuse to give him a pay-rise, which is just under RM200, "I'm gonna quit this job and go work there," JM told me he said that, "They're giving me RM1.6K per month!"

What an idiot. Most interns don't even get paid and they have to make coffee and buy back lunch for the employees.

So you see, he doesn't even realize that he's an intern. A bloody soddin' dumb fuck Mass-Com student who somehow thought that he had mastered Photoshop after having just one class, hence interning at an ad agency. And now he wants to finish off the remainder of his internship at a gym. Ain't that just brilliant? I would love to meet his mom.

Anyway, apart from this sappy dingbat, JM now endures the second-coming. The New Colleague. She's indian and according to JM, "She's your standard run-of-the-mill traditional Indian girl," in which he added that she basically keeps to herself a lot. Well, apart from shutting off the air-conditioner and cranking up Bollywood hit singles at full volume, that is. I can't imagine JM in that studio now. He sweats inside an air-conditioned room. And now it's shut off. Poor fella.

To make matters worst, he doesn't quite dare to tell her to change the tunes, "Dude, I don't want to sound like a racist to her lah," he tells me, "I don't know what to do with this music!"

I told him that why not be more subtle and go, "We rather listen to music we all can understand," which I think he hasn't done that.

For some reason, this made me reminisce an old part-time job I did when I was still in college. It was way before Apple and a year before my internship with KLue Magazine. It was some Interior Design firm. They placed an ad in our college. It pays quite well and I only need to work 2-3 days for 3-4 hours at a time only.

You might wonder what a graphic design student is doing in an Interior Design firm. Well, they needed our Photoshop skills to crop and place people in their 3D renderings. Which I think they could so do it themselves, but just too bloody lazy. So they hired us. It was a sweet job. We get to smoke inside the office, go in out whenever we please to take more photographs of random people while munching something, which we can claim back later via the receipt.

It was the sweetest part-time job I've ever had, until this bloke who sits next to me started cranking up cheesy and very tacky Chinese Hip-hop music. To further exacerbate things, it is one of those Chinese songs where they throw in the occasional few lines of English in it.

"Ching chong ching chong microphone ching chong ching I love you so ching chong ching chong ching chong chong!! Ohhh!!! Ching chong microphone chong ching ching I love you soOoOOoOo..."

OK I get it. You obviously LOVE microphones.

Somehow - though sitting next to him - I defied that mediocre music. I didn't let it bother me. Slowly, I swear, it got louder and louder, and he was even singing to it, complete and utterly out of tune. It didn't help that his collection diversified every hour, every day.


3-days later I quit. I'm not paid enough for this.

Tuesday, 2 October 2007

Sweet 16

I sat myself and looked at myself at the huge mirror placed in front of me, "The usual, please," I said to her.

She gathers her tools and starts molesting my hair, "Trim?"

"Ummm, nah, let's go short," I suggested.

As she snips away bit by bit of me long hair, "Finally sick of it, huh?" she asks.

Having long hair may be cool and it does add extra points to my credibility as a designer, but sleeping with this 'neither here nor there' length is just downright...annoying. Having a chunk of hair poking me eye lids, while the others are trying to slither their way up me nose, giving me the illusion of mosquitoes or whatever creepy crawly hiking up Mt. Meng's Nose, "Yeah, I have to wash it everyday, religiously," I justify to her, "Sometimes twice because it's so bloody oily!"

She starts feeling my hair and picked up a handful of my hair, "Oily meh? Where got?"

Well, of course not today. It's been raining all day and I did nothing apart from sitting at the office and attend a 1-hour plus meeting at 3pm, "Today cold mah, head cannot sweat."

20-minutes later, she not only snipped off a load of hair, she knocked off 8 years away. Is this a good thing? And man, I have not seen my ears for a long, long time.

I feel like I could get arrested for driving.

Monday, 1 October 2007

Here We Go Again

I went on holiday last weekend. Shame, I can't post picture of exotic beaches or pictures of sumptuous meals and so because it was just KL. Land of endless phantom jams and the melting pot for haze and the heat. I needed to unwind badly. At least Puchong was slightly less hazy and well, it was still hot, but Ian has a freezer for a room. So it's alright.

So again -- like I've said on number of occasions -- nothing works better to kick 'em stress away than to go shopping. So after spending some time surfing the web, checking my mails, art directing Ian (hehe) and hanging about. I decided to take a nap. About 30minutes later my phone rang.

"Meng, I just took half of Friday off," Ju breaks the news to me on the phone, as I hung out in her room, which was in this house where Ian works, we like to call it, THE AGENCY, "Wanna go Ikea ah?"

How could I turn such an offer down? I'm iffing to go myself, "OH YES, PLEASE!"

We left Ian at the agency and hit the road. After surviving the ride there without making one single remark about the state of her Myvi -- which was quite the mess, scattered snow-flake-like cigarette ash, nothing unforeseen -- we arrived and over-shot Ikea by about 1km. But it was intentional, Burger King is just down the road. People in KL make the effort to go to Penang for the sake of its sensational hawker food, we do likewise, but for Burger King instead. Cos KL hawker is just dubiously up in the air. It boggles me that we still don't have one in Penang. Why-o-why.

"Ju, I swear to god, I always thought your Myvi is off the apple-green range," I always tell her that whenever I'm in her car, "Champaign is just not quite YOU."

"Well, sorry that it's gold..." she states the obvious.

"You mean Champaign," I intrude to correct her.

"...I mean, yeah, Champaign, get used to it. Hey, at least it's not silver right? Such a stereotype colour cina colour," says her as her mom did ordered the silver version. She begged to have it changed. Good call.

We arrive at Ikea and proceeded to park and head straight up. On our way up, I spotted this bedroom setting, which was the ugliest piece of interior decor I've ever seen, "Ju! I don't think I'll ever shag a chick on this setting because it's so flamboyantly extravagant," I pointed that out to Ju, "Can you?"

"Ewww, so ugly, maybe if the lights were dimmer," she replied.

Commence shopping! After ogling and romanticizing on having my own place just so I can buy these beautifully design, cheap unreliable furniture and place it in my house, we made our way to the other side, where they sell the products individually.

They simply have too many beautiful lamps there. It doesn't help that most of it are so-bloody-cheap-that-I'll-buy-2-just-for-kicks. Ju is lost in her thoughts in front of the clock section. Both of us are on a tight budget. We do not intend to splash out any more than RM100. I tell you, it was one bloody cheap shopping spree.

And because we wanted to buy everything and anything pretty, we decided to be negative and focus on negativity. Like when Ju was contemplating on beautiful yet simple wall and desktop clocks, "Ju, let's test if it makes a loud ticking sound," I suggest as both of us stretch our bodies to have a test.

"Wah," Ju says, "damn loud hor the ticking sound."

I agreed with her, it was the loudest clock I've seen, so I told her, "Screw it, this thing will deprive you of sleep at night, not to mention it will also show the amount of hours of sleep you'll missed by listening to it going tickticktick," and spared her RM20.

"What about this desktop clock?" she asks, "It's so nice!"

"Well Ju, you can be quite clumsy," I told her, "just imagine how annoying it will be when you accidentally smash one of those hand."

"True."

This method is working well. Very well.

We arrived at the lamp section and my eyes spotted this beauty. It was one of those smoky glass type lamps. But unlike its rectangle counterparts, this one resembles a round vase, "JU!" I yell at her silently, "This is soooo nice!" It was, however, a tad pricier compared to the rectangle one.

I decided to apply the 'Find the Negativity" method on this. While Ju is still fixated on the lamp, I decided to shook it, to test its standing stability, "Ummm..." I placed my hand on the opening on top and went about shaking it, "Not very stable huh?"

She agreed, we shook it some more, and every other identical one just to make sure it isn't a one-off defect. We went back to the rectangle ones and contemplated some more, "Ju, should I buy one more just because it's so bloody cheap?!"

She had no answer, she seems to be thinking about buying 2 herself. However, about 20-minutes later, after endlessly debating on the topic, I took just one. Another 1 1/2 hours was spend just trying to make our way to the counter.

In the end, I bought a lamp (that rectangle one), 2 bulbs, a tea-candle light holder thingy, supposedly scented tea-candle lights, a plastic bag dispenser and umm, I think that was about it. RM0.50 shy of RM60. Not too bad. The next thing I know, I was holding my bag and discovered Ju has already placed an ice-cream on my other hand, the free hand. As we enjoyed the ice-cream, we did not enjoy not remembering where the car was...

"Ju, I don't see that ugly bed setting when we parked!" I told her, as that was the only sort of 'landmark' I remember seeing. It didn't help that none of us remembered what colour the floor was as well.

"The one that you said you won't even think of shagging on it because it's too flamboyantly extravagant?"

"Yeah, that one," I said, "I think we're on the wrong floor."

She insisted we were on the right floor and for some reason beyond my control, I thought so too. We walked around like a headless chicken, lugging our disposable Ikea plastic bags around, eating our ice-creams and got no where near of finding it. Then a revelation when I notice we were on ground-level, "Didn't we parked at the underground level?"

And we did. We found out 20-minutes later.

We made it back to the car, "Ju! There! Ugly bed setting, we're on the right floor!" I said as we walked past it again after walking down another flight of stairs. Both me and Ju threw everything to the back seat and left. By now, the fatigue has finally set in, "Woah damn tired lah," she sighs, "But it was so much fun. Meng, you should come down more often. No one here ever goes to Ikea with me!"

"Well, no one ever takes me there when I'm here!" I snap back.

"Now you have me!"

I found me a new shopping buddy. The uncle-niece combo. Woooo!!!

Note to Self,

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