tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21921356682452291642024-02-20T18:07:14.178+08:00Birthie<b>Birthmark.</b> The embedded foundation of your character since birth.<br>
<b>Mole.</b> Like thoughts, they appear over time. It could be ugly.<br><br>
I have two birthmarks, and plenty of moles.Birthiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17429730678204397008noreply@blogger.comBlogger204125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192135668245229164.post-19516191026490168502014-05-05T00:12:00.000+08:002014-05-05T00:13:47.664+08:00Long ride #1If it isn't for GoldFish, I wouldn't be coming in here. And for that, I thank you for buzzing me. No prize, yeah?
How long has it been? 8-freaking months… a child could have been born! I don't even know where to start. The next best thing to do is to cross-check with Facebook – chronologically correct, at the very least.
Baby and I went to our first concert - Metallica!Birthiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17429730678204397008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192135668245229164.post-33094476745828028492013-09-08T03:35:00.000+08:002013-09-08T03:35:57.164+08:00That sweet spotI am close to our new account manager. She came in to take up The Kiwi account.
Being the lead art director for devouring kiwifruits, I unfortunately, became Jom Joget's favourite. And it's not that we have that many ADs and designers left – did I mention the agency just laid off 8 with immediate effect recently? – beggars can't choose.
We are like the office buddy kind lah. Talk cock, Birthiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17429730678204397008noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192135668245229164.post-15673921811333778882013-09-02T16:54:00.000+08:002013-09-02T16:54:11.653+08:00How my 1 year was spentEating roti banjir at the mamak. With the companion of a Milo Ais.
Lazed around the couch in the office. Trying to get some nap.
Rushed over to 1U to dropped off some documents for Baby's friend.
Went back to the office couch and once again, trying to get a nap.
Failed to book a movie. They are either too far, or too late.
Met up with the boys for a couple of pints.
Came home with a Birthiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17429730678204397008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192135668245229164.post-80588323889195756072013-07-15T19:14:00.000+08:002013-07-15T19:14:05.908+08:00All whiteIt's been two weeks since the agency moved.
That is one of the many excuses why I've been slacking off in writing. Packing, and unpacking is a very tiring thing to do, especially when you're juggling between ongoing jobs and pitches.
It was a Friday.
Yours truly is one the first batch that reported to work early in the morning. Yes. Deadlines. My Mac was setup even before the packed cartons Birthiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17429730678204397008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192135668245229164.post-29911863449929489672013-07-10T01:00:00.000+08:002013-07-10T01:00:46.512+08:00Two wrong statementsWhen 2 statements should not be put into the same sentence.
"Go toilet… (looking at me) Nak hisap?"
"Bro! You make it sound so wrong, wei! Never do that again!"
Baby Suit wanted to go to the loo, and planning to have a smoke after that.
Birthiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17429730678204397008noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192135668245229164.post-644621435448223532013-07-10T00:41:00.000+08:002013-07-10T00:41:14.077+08:00Ubolt SainWas having a drink with Pilot 4+2 the other day.
Catching up and all lah. And so, watches came into the picture.
"Check out this watch brand – Ubolt."
"I didn't know Ubolt Sain came out with his own line of watches…"
"Wha… who?"
"The African athlete lah…"
Laughs came after the awkward silence.
He was talking about U-Boat watches.
And I got the runner's name wrong.
Birthiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17429730678204397008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192135668245229164.post-34266711787049288622013-02-21T02:11:00.000+08:002013-02-21T02:15:32.845+08:00That kid in schoolRemember that kid you hated so much in class?
The one that complains and brings the parents after every single small thing? The one that raises hand the quickest for cikgu after being teased at? The one that reports you to pengawas and guru besar for the slightest of menace? The one that made you wanna lastik them so badly?
Yes. That&Birthiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17429730678204397008noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192135668245229164.post-71503936130468669712013-01-15T22:35:00.000+08:002013-01-16T23:42:03.418+08:00A 5-feet textWe were exchanging texts.
"How you feeling, beautiful?"
"I feel sick…"
"There's this girl here with a red cardigan… she look pretty."
"Really? Prettier than me?"
"As pretty as you… Well, I can't decide. I might fall in love with her if it's not because of you…"
"Oh, man… you are so easily seduced… not loyal! Now I have to think twice!"
"Of course not lah. Like I've said, I have you Birthiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17429730678204397008noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192135668245229164.post-46224721735907751162013-01-07T03:01:00.000+08:002013-01-07T03:01:58.743+08:00Things that company can never sell to me #16Anything 3D.
3D TV. 3D movies. 3D whatever.
The thing is, you'll need a 3D glasses to truly enjoy those. Which I don't. I'm a full time specs guy. And no, I don't wear contacts. So? I will have to wear that 3D glasses on top of my glasses. Which is fucking ridiculous – I look like an idiot – from being a sei ngai zai, to a luk ngan kuai.
Until they've invented screen which can project 3DsBirthiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17429730678204397008noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192135668245229164.post-51674939076257100462012-12-29T03:36:00.000+08:002012-12-29T03:36:00.076+08:00The day I ranI ran a lot when I'm a child.
I'm excited about things. The dimension, and perspective is very different then. Need to get to places faster.
I never crawl. I'm the butt-slider baby. You know, babies that slide their butts to get to places? Yeah, the rare kind. Anyone has fetishes for knees? I have a nice pair. Ass lovers, sorry. They are not perky. Look elsewhere.
When I started to walk, it's Birthiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17429730678204397008noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192135668245229164.post-20124242197701223122012-12-25T22:53:00.002+08:002012-12-25T22:53:34.376+08:00A million loveA million love, comes with a million fear.
Fear, for falling into a hole. With a million kisses deep.
Fear, for burning your skin. With a million touches warm.
Fear, for losing your breath. With a million clutches grip.
Fear, for taking a blow. With a million pounding heart.
Fear, for soaking a sleeve. With a million dripping tear.
For a million love, will too, one day, disappear.Birthiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17429730678204397008noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192135668245229164.post-72794133471084029732012-12-21T00:29:00.000+08:002012-12-21T00:29:54.657+08:00Pint Rating SystemWe have a game that we play every tani sessions.
It is to rate how drunk are you to actually sleep with someone.
We rate it by the pint. From 0 pint to 4 – 1 being a little tipsy, 4 you are downed – anything beyond, you are either desperate, pervy, or unfortunately, spiked. No pint at all, meaning you can do him / her without touching alcohol – the angelic looking ones lah – but Birthiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17429730678204397008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192135668245229164.post-73749430982652679272012-12-18T23:32:00.000+08:002012-12-18T23:32:03.073+08:00Tick tockYou can never recover lost time.
But when you're missing someone so badly, and counting the days till they are back at your side, you rather have no time at all.
I have two favourite watches. Both are Tissot. One classic. One automatic. I'd always complain about the automatic one being too fast – over two minutes difference per week – as compare to the classic, my handphone, and the clocks Birthiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17429730678204397008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192135668245229164.post-15917683927885658612012-12-17T22:19:00.001+08:002012-12-17T22:19:47.829+08:00Burnt butter croissantI emit more body heat than most people do.
Baby wasn't the first who said I'm nice to snuggle during cold weather. But she's the first who complain on hot days.
I too, has an oily face. As much as I hated it, I can't do much about it. Have tried brands after brands of oil-control facial wash – make it even worse. Resolved in just using normal body wash or soap now. Or just periodically drown Birthiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17429730678204397008noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192135668245229164.post-11615913475968262662012-12-13T02:18:00.000+08:002012-12-13T02:18:00.124+08:00Be a lawyerI could speak before I could walk.
Like an adult trapped in a baby's body. And it's not baby talk – I can converse well with just about anyone. My parents said it started around ten months old.
Mother blames the Cantonese-dubbed Doraemon that Surname Surname bought me. I was told I've been watching it ever since I have vision. Even before I could bring myself to sit. But I can never Birthiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17429730678204397008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192135668245229164.post-34643791809039688842012-11-27T01:34:00.000+08:002012-11-27T01:34:00.120+08:00Tele-fun: You Want My Phone?Tele-fun: The First of Many, continued.
This job got me my first phone and number.
It was a used, black Motorola that Once a Turbo sold me at the handphone shop he's working at that time. Couldn't remember the model. It comes with battery that looked like four AAA-sized batteries taped together in two columns. It was so heavy and huge, my pants looked baggy.
I know it was hidden somewhere in Birthiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17429730678204397008noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192135668245229164.post-80974505667041144062012-11-22T20:36:00.000+08:002012-11-22T20:36:00.638+08:00An uncle with a surnameWe have an aunt that separated from her husband long ago. I was only a couple-year-old, few years before Bro was born. I don't remember seeing that uncle of mine. Later, she met a new man in her life. They never got married. Just living together.
This man, is our new uncle.
My parents and friends call him by his surname. We, Chinese are so used to add an "Ah" at the front of names. And that's Birthiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17429730678204397008noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192135668245229164.post-82503950908106768302012-11-19T01:23:00.000+08:002012-11-27T00:38:35.208+08:00kmotwdbttylIt is by far, my personal best.
No, they are not gibberish. I was meant to say,
"Okay. I'm on the way already, baby. Talk to you later."
The most concise text I've ever written.
Yup. She got it.Birthiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17429730678204397008noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192135668245229164.post-37337573650062074762012-11-18T03:44:00.000+08:002012-11-18T03:44:18.173+08:00The shy thingThe shy thing that we were in has brought us places, on time.
It has weaved through traffics, at times of emergency.It has scaled countless roads, highways, and potholes, up north in Penang to the south of Malacca. And it will continue to do so at untouched territories.It has screeched the many tight bends of Ulu Yam and Genting Highlands, in dim lighting.
It has brought us home safely, after Birthiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17429730678204397008noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192135668245229164.post-63527943369740894062012-11-15T14:11:00.000+08:002012-11-17T19:41:40.745+08:00What's for lunch?Had our banana leaf rice recently at Bangsar, after a long, long time.
Even longer for myself – when was the last time More Than a Cycle is still with us? It was even way back. No kaki to eat with lah! And we rarely had the chance to group up.
It was a long, orgasmic lunch. We came back with a heavy head, and bloated stomach. There goes a button. And so, we had a conversation Birthiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17429730678204397008noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192135668245229164.post-13977808330530179292012-11-13T17:30:00.001+08:002012-11-18T00:05:27.655+08:00Booby trapI was lightly tracing her skin with my fingers.
Baby then blurted this out,
"I'm gonna put a mouse trap there next time! No… I'm gonna put a scorpion!"
"Even before I slide my hands in, the scorpion already stung you lah!"
"You're so evil!"
"Yeah what! Scorpion konon... No! You know what's better!? A mouse trap... but the glue trap!"
"Not worth it lor!Birthiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17429730678204397008noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192135668245229164.post-52192764898808138042012-11-13T15:22:00.000+08:002012-11-18T00:07:04.811+08:00StillStill breathing.
No. I'm not occupied with love/life/work.
The PC gave way recently. But managed to salvage my files.
My other source of going virtual is at work, my father's computer, Sis' lappie, and the household iPads. Very inconvenient. It's not that the iPads are being used all the time, but writing stuff on it is damn tedious. Anyone of you tried writing a Birthiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17429730678204397008noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192135668245229164.post-70499429164339502212012-11-13T14:16:00.001+08:002012-11-13T15:56:49.976+08:00The EscortBaby invited me to join her colleagues for karaoke.
I'm more of an instrument guy.
I pluck some strings, and blow – who doesn't? – the recorder in primary school. Not to mention the things from kindergarten. The triangle. The handheld, palm size wooden clapping thingy. And the wrist bell thing? I don't even know what all these called.
But when it comes to singing, it's a big no-no for me. Birthiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17429730678204397008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192135668245229164.post-85661604700080304212012-09-29T22:29:00.000+08:002012-09-29T22:29:11.419+08:00Yet another quickiesI'm penning this down on B's PC, at her cube, in her office.
For the past month, this is how we spent our weekends together.
Her agency's network is in the midst of conducting training for their new staffs. It's a global alignment - all agencies under the same network will have theirs in their country. The classes fall on the weekend. A 9-to-4. Not inclusive of extra hours spent on Birthiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17429730678204397008noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2192135668245229164.post-65052448203896635742012-09-27T00:05:00.001+08:002012-11-17T19:44:29.370+08:00Spaghetti, vodka & a...And so, my brief was answered.
The proposal was a pre-launch campaign in a form of an on-ground activation. Brilliantly planned idea. Gotta admit, suits are slowly taking over the role of creatives.
A day before, my buds were planning to have steamboat. I asked her to tag along and do the birthday activation on the next day instead. It was one of the very few times I brought a girl Birthiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17429730678204397008noreply@blogger.com6