Seriously, how could the photographer not realized this picture is, just, ummm, not right.
Whaa??
Friday, 29 August 2008
Wha..?
Seriously, how could the photographer not realized this picture is, just, ummm, not right.
Whaa??
Thursday, 28 August 2008
Monday, 25 August 2008
If you...
...woke up at a different time, in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?
Friday, 22 August 2008
0GB
It has been almost 2 years since I got it. And I never thought the day would come. Like never, ever, ever. But today the day came very unexpectedly, sudden and I was in no position to deal with it.
I looked over to the table beside me where JM sits, "Dude,"
"Yo?" he looks back with his uber-blur-what-am-I-doing-here-face.
I held up my iPod, "I have successfully used up all 30GB of space!"
"Woah," as he started caressing his iPod classic, "I've got 80GB baby!"
Show off, bloody hell. I had to delete a crap load of photos and some albums which I thought were good but turns out to be rubbish and never really bothered to delete it. That eased up 10GB of space. More than enough to load in 'Noah and the Whale' and the entire Beatles discography.
Now I got about 6GB of free. *phew* That was a scary situation.
I looked over to the table beside me where JM sits, "Dude,"
"Yo?" he looks back with his uber-blur-what-am-I-doing-here-face.
I held up my iPod, "I have successfully used up all 30GB of space!"
"Woah," as he started caressing his iPod classic, "I've got 80GB baby!"
Show off, bloody hell. I had to delete a crap load of photos and some albums which I thought were good but turns out to be rubbish and never really bothered to delete it. That eased up 10GB of space. More than enough to load in 'Noah and the Whale' and the entire Beatles discography.
Now I got about 6GB of free. *phew* That was a scary situation.
Tuesday, 19 August 2008
The Little Voice
And now the blog is almost up and running. Check out The Little Voice (<--- click here). Superstar in the making :) Dash, remember to let me direct at least your first music video heh.
Monday, 18 August 2008
Penned Out
It’s coming to an end. The last remaining point, amongst all the plenteous sets of points I’ve set for myself when I threw a flying kiss to my rear view mirror overlooking the island I was leaving behind.
Of course Mom had no idea what was I doing, “Meng what are you doing? Keep your hands on the wheel!” Until this day, I had no idea how mom manage to charm her way into following me to KL. But I am damn glad she did.
“I was just saying goodbye to Penang, mom…”
It has been 6-long-painful-yet-exhilirating month since I packed almost everything I had and make my way to the city. And now, for the first time ever – since paying my first toll upon entry to KL on a gloomy rainy Wednesday evening via Smart TAG – I feel that I can finally get on with the next part my life as an independent-I-will-never-call-mom-for-money adult.
I came here with a set of points. Those points are the things I need to do, to fulfill, to accomplish and to achieve whilst being in the city. I do not know how long I will stay here honestly, but I needed a plan. Thus I took months prior to my move to pen out all the things I would need to do. Down to the last alphabet.
And it all came tumbling down like how Ben knocks off my standing desktop calendar and brings everything down with it, like my small Absolut bottle, the origami bird, my hand lotion (hey! I got psoriasis okay! Spare me the social stigma!) and etc. In other words, everything I had planned and penned out has failed. Everything crushed, disintegrated, *Kah poosh!* into nothing more than just floating filth which strangely resembles to the air quality in the city.
So why the peculiar sense of enthusiasm? Denial perhaps? Heck no. I’m too old to emo about it nor am I going to let it bother me. In actual fact, I am pretty damn relieved it all botched up. Serious. I had already fallen. But hey…
…the best part about falling is that now I will be getting up...
Of course Mom had no idea what was I doing, “Meng what are you doing? Keep your hands on the wheel!” Until this day, I had no idea how mom manage to charm her way into following me to KL. But I am damn glad she did.
“I was just saying goodbye to Penang, mom…”
It has been 6-long-painful-yet-exhilirating month since I packed almost everything I had and make my way to the city. And now, for the first time ever – since paying my first toll upon entry to KL on a gloomy rainy Wednesday evening via Smart TAG – I feel that I can finally get on with the next part my life as an independent-I-will-never-call-mom-for-money adult.
I came here with a set of points. Those points are the things I need to do, to fulfill, to accomplish and to achieve whilst being in the city. I do not know how long I will stay here honestly, but I needed a plan. Thus I took months prior to my move to pen out all the things I would need to do. Down to the last alphabet.
And it all came tumbling down like how Ben knocks off my standing desktop calendar and brings everything down with it, like my small Absolut bottle, the origami bird, my hand lotion (hey! I got psoriasis okay! Spare me the social stigma!) and etc. In other words, everything I had planned and penned out has failed. Everything crushed, disintegrated, *Kah poosh!* into nothing more than just floating filth which strangely resembles to the air quality in the city.
So why the peculiar sense of enthusiasm? Denial perhaps? Heck no. I’m too old to emo about it nor am I going to let it bother me. In actual fact, I am pretty damn relieved it all botched up. Serious. I had already fallen. But hey…
…the best part about falling is that now I will be getting up...
and have a clean slate.
Oh it’s already looking better :)
Oh it’s already looking better :)
That's the thing about people knowing anything about you...
... is that you have to work just to get people back to knowing nothing about you.
Monday, 11 August 2008
Slrrrp
In Malaysia, you get a butt load of really ghastly and atrocious ads. Like Profitable Plots (they top the lot) and really tacky Tongkat Ali ads. I am not saying they're all crap. But the majority is. Only a handful are brilliant, like those DiGi and Toyota ads...
And then there's MAMEE...
Don't you think so?
And then there's MAMEE...
Don't you think so?
Friday, 8 August 2008
The Ben Syndrome
You know you've got Ben Syndrome when you...
...start peeling leafs of any nearby plant or tree crushing it into paste and then wipe it all over your pants and move on to the next leaf and the next.
...borrow one of your colleagues' portable HD for presentation, only to come back with bagfuls of McDonald's and no HD, and realized it, "Oh shit, I left it there!" after you take a bite.
...leave a trail of coffee droplets on the floor that leads to the abandoned half-finished cup of coffee.
...knocks anything down that's either directly or indirectly in your path, and then knock it down again in the space of 5-minutes and every subsequent 5-minutes until you leave that area.
...keep your dirty socks in your pocket then have it strewn all over the floor.
...have sex with your girlfriend in the wee hours of the morning and then say, "What? We did?!" when you wake up for work in the morning.
...spray it rather than say it.
...leaves a trail of disaster behind.
Yesterday morning, Ben had to go to a client's office to take some photographs. But our brilliant agency lacks a camera. So he had to loan someone's camera. Mike had one and decided to loan him his. But it's actually his girlfriend's, "Ben, DON'T LOSE THIS CAMERA!" warns Mike, "Look after it with your life,"
As the day progress, the feeling started to sink in as he tells us, "Shit wei, guess what I did this morning?"
"What" says me and JM.
"I loaned Ben my (his gf's) camera,"
"Uh oh,"
It was end-day. We were having a smoke just outside the studio on the first floor. We noticed Ben had just got back and he was with Mike downstairs discussing something. Minutes later, both of them came up and join us. Mike extended his hand to shake JM's, "Aren't you gonna welcome me to your club?"
"Huh?" not knowing what he meant, "OHHH!" finally processes the information, "BEN! OH MAN,"
[Club, what club? Let me justify, point no. 2 about the HD and McDonald's is JM's portable HD where he kept all his portfolio, old college work, tv shows, music and porn.]
"I know..." says Ben, looking all sappy.
Mike asked us to ask him when and where did he lose it, "When did you exactly lose the camera?" I ask.
"At Maybank,"
"Weren't you going to HLB?" I ask.
"Yeah, but before, I stopped by Maybank in the morning to do something,"
Maybe if he had lost it later in the evening wouldn't have been that frustrating. He lost it right at the VERY start. Even before he got to the client's office to take the photographs. Barely an hour after Mike had just told him to guard it with his life.
Ah, that's what we called it the Ben Syndrome. Be cautious, it's quite contagious. Some of us are starting to develop the symptoms. Crap.
...start peeling leafs of any nearby plant or tree crushing it into paste and then wipe it all over your pants and move on to the next leaf and the next.
...borrow one of your colleagues' portable HD for presentation, only to come back with bagfuls of McDonald's and no HD, and realized it, "Oh shit, I left it there!" after you take a bite.
...leave a trail of coffee droplets on the floor that leads to the abandoned half-finished cup of coffee.
...knocks anything down that's either directly or indirectly in your path, and then knock it down again in the space of 5-minutes and every subsequent 5-minutes until you leave that area.
...keep your dirty socks in your pocket then have it strewn all over the floor.
...have sex with your girlfriend in the wee hours of the morning and then say, "What? We did?!" when you wake up for work in the morning.
...spray it rather than say it.
...leaves a trail of disaster behind.
Yesterday morning, Ben had to go to a client's office to take some photographs. But our brilliant agency lacks a camera. So he had to loan someone's camera. Mike had one and decided to loan him his. But it's actually his girlfriend's, "Ben, DON'T LOSE THIS CAMERA!" warns Mike, "Look after it with your life,"
As the day progress, the feeling started to sink in as he tells us, "Shit wei, guess what I did this morning?"
"What" says me and JM.
"I loaned Ben my (his gf's) camera,"
"Uh oh,"
It was end-day. We were having a smoke just outside the studio on the first floor. We noticed Ben had just got back and he was with Mike downstairs discussing something. Minutes later, both of them came up and join us. Mike extended his hand to shake JM's, "Aren't you gonna welcome me to your club?"
"Huh?" not knowing what he meant, "OHHH!" finally processes the information, "BEN! OH MAN,"
[Club, what club? Let me justify, point no. 2 about the HD and McDonald's is JM's portable HD where he kept all his portfolio, old college work, tv shows, music and porn.]
"I know..." says Ben, looking all sappy.
Mike asked us to ask him when and where did he lose it, "When did you exactly lose the camera?" I ask.
"At Maybank,"
"Weren't you going to HLB?" I ask.
"Yeah, but before, I stopped by Maybank in the morning to do something,"
Maybe if he had lost it later in the evening wouldn't have been that frustrating. He lost it right at the VERY start. Even before he got to the client's office to take the photographs. Barely an hour after Mike had just told him to guard it with his life.
Ah, that's what we called it the Ben Syndrome. Be cautious, it's quite contagious. Some of us are starting to develop the symptoms. Crap.
Thursday, 7 August 2008
"I am a lady you see..."
Question.
What do you get when there's 2 blokes who's bored to death?
Boredom + 2 blokes + 2 wigs + 1 boss and a splash of shamelessness...
*Tah dah*
I could actually have nightmares...
My parents have better not see this.
What do you get when there's 2 blokes who's bored to death?
Boredom + 2 blokes + 2 wigs + 1 boss and a splash of shamelessness...
*Tah dah*
I could actually have nightmares...
My parents have better not see this.
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