I don’t know what to blog, but I feel like it anyway. Do not know what’s with the sudden urge. Maybe I do have something to blog about but I just can’t quite grasp it. I’ll do the random bits.
• I will be turning 26 in a couple of days time. An achievement to still be alive nonetheless. Though I can’t find another reason to celebrate other than that.
• After a week, at long last I settled my road tax, car insurance and my mysterious phone bill. Left another dent in my bank account. At least it feels good to be driving my car and making calls again.
• Haven’t bought my suit for Ryan’s wedding yet. Should get cracking but I fear I may not be able to afford it. If only my dad was as tall as me and didn’t wore a grey suit for his wedding. Oh, wait. Mega Sale in on, nationwide. Yes!
• A TV show told me, if you drink less than 3 cups of coffee a day, it’s actually very good for your health. Now that’s a relief.
• Life has been very mono since my iBook stopped functioning. This is going to be hard since I plan my life with it.
• I think I will just stay home tonight.
Friday, 31 July 2009
Monday, 27 July 2009
Goodbye Good Terms, Hello Bad Terms!
The internal unrest that has plagued this agency has now descended from simplicity to unnecessary complexity and now, it’s just downright silly.
Last week, apparently he – the Emosapien, as we would aptly refer to him as – accused me of drug dealing as it recently came to light that he was moonlighting as a drug dealer. I was out on a dinner date on Saturday evening and I just mentioned it to her, updating her with my on-goings and what’s been brewing with this agenda, “He’s gotta do better than that,” she chuckles.
What bugs me more is not the false accusation but it got my parents and sis worried. I don’t blame them for tilting over the fence a little bit over the accusation. It’s only human nature to worry over the people you care for. What bothers me is that he got them worried over nothing. If you want to drag me down with you, you honestly gotta do better than that. You may be 5 years older than me, but in my eyes, you’re no older than daddy’s 5-year old little spoiled brat.
I’ll get my revenge for all the troubles eventually. But unfortunately for him, it’s in a form of karma. Unlike him, I’m in no way vengeful, so basically the first sentence in this paragraph is purely hypothetical. I’ve always been a firm believer of karma; what goes around does come around. I’ll basically put my Champaign on ice and my popcorns in the freezer eagerly waiting for your eventual downfall in the near future whilst booking my front row seat. I want you to know when the time comes; I’ll be watching, smiling, sipping my bubbly and munching popcorns. It’s gonna be quite the show. You should have taken the money and go your separate ways as originally agreed. Instead, you went behind our backs and started digging a hole to drag all of us down with you. You shouldn't have dug the hole in the first place. The hole you're digging would only unearth more unpleasant track record of your 'illustrious' life. But lucky us, the hole is already too deep for you to come back up, let alone drag us down with you. Now I'm wondering, where's the shovel?
We wanted it to end in good terms. Instead you’ve dragged this onto the realm of unnecessary complexity and drama. The ‘good terms’ card is now off. Hello, bad terms!
This is now personal.
Last week, apparently he – the Emosapien, as we would aptly refer to him as – accused me of drug dealing as it recently came to light that he was moonlighting as a drug dealer. I was out on a dinner date on Saturday evening and I just mentioned it to her, updating her with my on-goings and what’s been brewing with this agenda, “He’s gotta do better than that,” she chuckles.
What bugs me more is not the false accusation but it got my parents and sis worried. I don’t blame them for tilting over the fence a little bit over the accusation. It’s only human nature to worry over the people you care for. What bothers me is that he got them worried over nothing. If you want to drag me down with you, you honestly gotta do better than that. You may be 5 years older than me, but in my eyes, you’re no older than daddy’s 5-year old little spoiled brat.
I’ll get my revenge for all the troubles eventually. But unfortunately for him, it’s in a form of karma. Unlike him, I’m in no way vengeful, so basically the first sentence in this paragraph is purely hypothetical. I’ve always been a firm believer of karma; what goes around does come around. I’ll basically put my Champaign on ice and my popcorns in the freezer eagerly waiting for your eventual downfall in the near future whilst booking my front row seat. I want you to know when the time comes; I’ll be watching, smiling, sipping my bubbly and munching popcorns. It’s gonna be quite the show. You should have taken the money and go your separate ways as originally agreed. Instead, you went behind our backs and started digging a hole to drag all of us down with you. You shouldn't have dug the hole in the first place. The hole you're digging would only unearth more unpleasant track record of your 'illustrious' life. But lucky us, the hole is already too deep for you to come back up, let alone drag us down with you. Now I'm wondering, where's the shovel?
We wanted it to end in good terms. Instead you’ve dragged this onto the realm of unnecessary complexity and drama. The ‘good terms’ card is now off. Hello, bad terms!
This is now personal.
Tuesday, 21 July 2009
It's Pouring. Yes!
It finally rained. Just like that, everyone suddenly feels a heck lot better. This should happen more often or we just find a way to sink or move Indonesia next to America. I mean come on man. Stop burning ‘em forest and bombing your own people!
Yesterday night, I was watching “The Lost Book of Nostradamus” on the telly. I must admit, I am a wee bit freaked out now.
Yesterday night, I was watching “The Lost Book of Nostradamus” on the telly. I must admit, I am a wee bit freaked out now.
Happy birthday, sis! I can't believe my sis is...30!
I think I have slowly accepted the fact that my 5-year old iBook may never come back to me. It's such a shame. It endured my first year in KL without internet. Now that I have internet, it went blind. Sigh.
Monday, 20 July 2009
Glory! Glory! Man United!
Finally, I got to watch my favourite football team ever play in front of me. I just can’t help but think, what if I lived in Manchester? I’d be doing this every fortnight. If I can afford it, of course. But chances are slim and this is the closest I’d ever get I suppose. Packed stadium, everyone wearing red…feels like Old Trafford, I would assume.
Kev got me and JM each the third away kit (which is also the anniversary kit they wore when they won the UCL awhile back) and I wanted to wear it. But since JM had told me prior to the match that he was gonna wear it. I opted for the last Vodafone home kit.
Pack, pack, pack! I think this is the one and only time Bukit Jalil Stadium is ever full!
When Malaysia equalized, honestly, I was dumbfounded. But that will only mean the game is still on and very much alive! Until a certain Michael Owen won it.
Honestly, I would do it again. But not today (a second match will be held in the same place today as they have cancelled their Indonesia tour due to the recent bombings), because the traffic jam, the long walk and crowding your way all the way to the seats isn't exactly fun if you do it too often :P
Laters!
Kev got me and JM each the third away kit (which is also the anniversary kit they wore when they won the UCL awhile back) and I wanted to wear it. But since JM had told me prior to the match that he was gonna wear it. I opted for the last Vodafone home kit.
Pack, pack, pack! I think this is the one and only time Bukit Jalil Stadium is ever full!
When Malaysia equalized, honestly, I was dumbfounded. But that will only mean the game is still on and very much alive! Until a certain Michael Owen won it.
Honestly, I would do it again. But not today (a second match will be held in the same place today as they have cancelled their Indonesia tour due to the recent bombings), because the traffic jam, the long walk and crowding your way all the way to the seats isn't exactly fun if you do it too often :P
Laters!
Friday, 17 July 2009
Not So Colourful Entry But Let Me Just Blow Off Some Steam
Recently, it has dawn on me that I’m slowly spiraling down. Falling out of love with this industry. I cannot remember how on earth did I manage to put up with it but I did, back then. Now, it’s just so hard to soldier on. Frankly, I’m getting really sick of it.
Maybe it’s the lack of quality in my personal life that’s driving me nuts. The fact that I’d be bashing my head to churn out the 932878971st concept for the same client on the same day and at the end of the day, all I get in return is a deflated self and my room and virtually no-time for myself. Work has spilled into my personal life so much that my own little life here has been watered down severely. It’s so stale, bland and well, monotonous.
Perhaps this is why lately, my ideas are crap (or non-existent) and my motivation is well, unmotivated. It’s funny how it turned out; I tried so hard not to let my personal life affect my work previously. So much so, now it’s the other way round. Did not see this coming at all.
I would soldier on but what’s the point if I can’t finish the journey? Oh, blimey. I need to get out of this industry!
Maybe it’s the lack of quality in my personal life that’s driving me nuts. The fact that I’d be bashing my head to churn out the 932878971st concept for the same client on the same day and at the end of the day, all I get in return is a deflated self and my room and virtually no-time for myself. Work has spilled into my personal life so much that my own little life here has been watered down severely. It’s so stale, bland and well, monotonous.
Perhaps this is why lately, my ideas are crap (or non-existent) and my motivation is well, unmotivated. It’s funny how it turned out; I tried so hard not to let my personal life affect my work previously. So much so, now it’s the other way round. Did not see this coming at all.
I would soldier on but what’s the point if I can’t finish the journey? Oh, blimey. I need to get out of this industry!
Thursday, 16 July 2009
Bringing Back the Colour In Technicolour
You know, I have slipped off the concept for a while now. I should stop posting up these emo posts whilst my blog title remains in technicolour. I don’t know how it happened but it did. It just crept up to me and here I went blah blah-ing about boring emo stuff. Where’s the fun in that if I just whinewhinewhine about life. Might as well I just listen to Simran. OK, bad joke. Don’t hate me Sim. You’re still my friend, heh.
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The agency isn’t at its best condition now with all this internal problem brewing. However, being the optimistic person that I am (well, most of the time anyway), I do still see that flicker of light at the end of this perfidious tunnel. Just gotta keep your head up and plow straight to it.
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I think I finally figured her out. It was ultimately quite a simple conclusion. But hey, I am a bloke, a dude, a guy. I have 2 heads (not 2 faced!), so when there is so-called “conflict of interest”, my usually spot-on judgment is a little fogged up. So, now I know what to do or lack there of.
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Attended JM’s birthday bash last weekend.
3 venues, a crap load of people and a swimming pool’s worth of alcohol to be consumed. Simply said, it was eventful. Very eventful.
3 venues, a crap load of people and a swimming pool’s worth of alcohol to be consumed. Simply said, it was eventful. Very eventful.
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After weeks of procrastinating and lacking the right tools to perform this delicate operation, I finally attempted it. Needless to say, I pulled it off and did not pull it off at the same time.
Precision screwdrivers, check. Hex screws in all sizes, check. Spudger, check. Coffee, check. Pliers, check. My wit...umm, check.
Precision screwdrivers, check. Hex screws in all sizes, check. Spudger, check. Coffee, check. Pliers, check. My wit...umm, check.
Alright! Here goes...
This part really sucks. JM went to internet and searched, "How to loosen super tight screws" and hence the plier. Man, the internet rocks! How did I live my life prior to the internet? Hmmm...
Prying the white covers out isn't as easy as it seems. The spudger worked well for most of the time. And when it failed, there's always a guitar pick! I think I cracked something along the way. Oh well...
As you can see, it isn’t exactly the easiest thing to do, prying open this iBook. Sadly, the tip I got online didn’t bring back my iBook’s sight. But I am not about to give up just yet. Operation #2 is scheduled in already. Let’s hope it would bear fruit. Life without a computer surely sucks I tell you. And for the record, my desk is usually cleaner (and neater) than this! I swear!
This part really sucks. JM went to internet and searched, "How to loosen super tight screws" and hence the plier. Man, the internet rocks! How did I live my life prior to the internet? Hmmm...
Prying the white covers out isn't as easy as it seems. The spudger worked well for most of the time. And when it failed, there's always a guitar pick! I think I cracked something along the way. Oh well...
As you can see, it isn’t exactly the easiest thing to do, prying open this iBook. Sadly, the tip I got online didn’t bring back my iBook’s sight. But I am not about to give up just yet. Operation #2 is scheduled in already. Let’s hope it would bear fruit. Life without a computer surely sucks I tell you. And for the record, my desk is usually cleaner (and neater) than this! I swear!
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Yesterday, me and JM completed our 2-day Futsal tour. First session was with a new crowd. We got to them via Gary. It was fresh as we played (for the first time in a year) in a different venue somewhere is Section 17. I think I like it here better. Mainly because it’s so bloody near my house compared to Subang. Yesterday we round-up the first 2-day Futsal session at our usual Sports Planet in Subang with CY’s friends. No thanks to Subang and its perpetually jammed up roads, we were incredibly late and managed only 30-minutes playing time. Sheer disappointment. And I did not score a single goal. Though I did manage around 10 with the previous session. 9 tap ins and 1 superb Torres-ish volley. Seriously, I doubted myself and even had a microsecond bet to myself that I will miss the ball completely. Must be the new boots.
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My birthday is coming up and I have absolutely no clue what I want to do. Because at this point in time, alcohol doesn’t interest me. Oh, the predicament. Let’s see what happens next week.
Cheerio!
(P/S: Blogging is getting more and more challenging these days especially with Facebook around. And just to add insult to injury, Twitter is so damn bloody addictive! Argh!)
Cheerio!
(P/S: Blogging is getting more and more challenging these days especially with Facebook around. And just to add insult to injury, Twitter is so damn bloody addictive! Argh!)
Thursday, 9 July 2009
Mirror For A Cow
I’ve got issues.
Maybe it’s the people around me. But of late, my patience is running thin. I can only take that much repulsive, sordid and atrocious mannerisms. Dammit, I am only human.
I work with an incompetent pigheaded cow. And I mean it quite literally. I thought (maybe we all did) I saw a glimmer of hope in this fella. Because after all, people change. They do. Brush aside the whole leopard never changes it spots or tiger with the stripes crap. Because if you can’t, then – in my opinion – there’s no free-will. When there’s no free-will, why bother at all? It’s just a matter of choice and how much do you want it. How badly you need it. All it takes to start off this process is a – mirror. Just like how the late MJ sang it in,”Man in the mirror”.
Maybe it’s the people around me. But of late, my patience is running thin. I can only take that much repulsive, sordid and atrocious mannerisms. Dammit, I am only human.
I work with an incompetent pigheaded cow. And I mean it quite literally. I thought (maybe we all did) I saw a glimmer of hope in this fella. Because after all, people change. They do. Brush aside the whole leopard never changes it spots or tiger with the stripes crap. Because if you can’t, then – in my opinion – there’s no free-will. When there’s no free-will, why bother at all? It’s just a matter of choice and how much do you want it. How badly you need it. All it takes to start off this process is a – mirror. Just like how the late MJ sang it in,”Man in the mirror”.
But I guess he doesn't really care. So I suggest, start marching towards the door.
Tuesday, 7 July 2009
Fall Out
When you’ve been working non-stop for about a year and 3-months, you can’t help but drag your own feet and feel like you’re as heavy as an elephant when you wake up every morning. I know I have. I can’t even remember how it feels like to just drop everything, pack my bags and look forward to a weekend free from care. Snapping stupid random photos with silly poses, eating whatever I can find (and constantly) and to feel the wind on my palm as I drive away from all ‘em stress.
Work has been mad. Sheer madness if you ask me. Though late nights have been avoided most of the time, but that’ll still wear you down in the long run when breaks are few and far between.
I think I am slowly going mad. Or worst, I might actually fall out of love with this industry. If it does come to this; I haven’t quite figured where to go from here…
Work has been mad. Sheer madness if you ask me. Though late nights have been avoided most of the time, but that’ll still wear you down in the long run when breaks are few and far between.
I think I am slowly going mad. Or worst, I might actually fall out of love with this industry. If it does come to this; I haven’t quite figured where to go from here…
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