"... but I really don't want to work with you lor!"
"It's really bad to have an affair with a co-worker!"
"It will affect the work lar!"
We're laughing our asses off on both our ends. Pun not intended.
Since Primary Two been thinking to quit. Looking for a brand new views. He asked recently if my place is looking. Though we are both in the creative industries, me in advertising, he in the fashion, our job scopes are fairly different.
The least I could do, as a bro, is to pass his message to my boss. It is still too early to tell where he will fit in. But these are the recent chat we had.
"hAhAhAhAhAHHAhhAhA... fucker you!"
"Later your Fun Size jealous how!?"
"We kasi komplot sama dia lar!"
Yeah. That's how we talk.
My daily supplements of laugh.
Showing posts with label Buddies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Buddies. Show all posts
2.8.11
We, darlings
"Eh, you know Fun Size is angry every time you call me "darling" ar? Fucking dumb, man!"
"Angry!? HAhAhAhAhAhA... She don't understand how bros are we lah. If she don't like, I'll cut it off lor."
"Not in front of her lah. Some people don't understand the love between buddies. Some more, it's coming from you wei... not a girl!"
"If it's from a girl even worst, right?"
"If girls straight kena fuck 'dy. HHAhAHAh. Yay! Girl fight, girl fight! HAhAHAhAhAhA. Anyway, sending my daughter home. Catch ya later, darling!"
We lost count.
Unless we do some math. 23 years, and counting. Twenty three effing years. I knew Since Primary Two since primary two... duh! That explains the name.
I'm not gonna repeat what others had said. If a buddy never gone through things with you, you still have a long, long way to brave. But just to let you have some concepts to grasp of how bros are we - we call each other that. Not in a gay way, but... yeah. Up to a point it annoys you-know-who.
For another 23 years to come.
If we have that long to live.
I love you, darling.
"Angry!? HAhAhAhAhAhA... She don't understand how bros are we lah. If she don't like, I'll cut it off lor."
"Not in front of her lah. Some people don't understand the love between buddies. Some more, it's coming from you wei... not a girl!"
"If it's from a girl even worst, right?"
"If girls straight kena fuck 'dy. HHAhAHAh. Yay! Girl fight, girl fight! HAhAHAhAhAhA. Anyway, sending my daughter home. Catch ya later, darling!"
We lost count.
Unless we do some math. 23 years, and counting. Twenty three effing years. I knew Since Primary Two since primary two... duh! That explains the name.
I'm not gonna repeat what others had said. If a buddy never gone through things with you, you still have a long, long way to brave. But just to let you have some concepts to grasp of how bros are we - we call each other that. Not in a gay way, but... yeah. Up to a point it annoys you-know-who.
For another 23 years to come.
If we have that long to live.
I love you, darling.
16.7.11
The blue moon
The very few times we drink together.
He went down to meet the rest, as I'm stuck with the suits on The Other Infant Milk. I joined not long after.
More Than a Cycle is asthmatic. He quits smoking years ago, and not many have seen him drink ever since. But he gulps a pint or two occasionally. We had a few recently due to work stress and the negative auras surrounding the office.
He only had two this time, enough to make him fly. I'm not that sober too, my last meal was at lunch. We had enough when we find middle-aged women getting younger.
We jumped over next door for a late dinner. After reminiscing the year, we strolled back to the office. Scouting girls along our way, giving each other signals on directions to look. We lepak for a while and call it a day after midnight. He waited at the drop-off to passed me the season pass, which I stacked together with his other tags.
We parted with a brotherly handshake.
What was the occasion?
It was his last day.
Why do all writers I can click with left so soon? Remember Buddy?
Think I'll switch to be a writer. And leave my art directors frowning in the corner.
He went down to meet the rest, as I'm stuck with the suits on The Other Infant Milk. I joined not long after.
More Than a Cycle is asthmatic. He quits smoking years ago, and not many have seen him drink ever since. But he gulps a pint or two occasionally. We had a few recently due to work stress and the negative auras surrounding the office.
He only had two this time, enough to make him fly. I'm not that sober too, my last meal was at lunch. We had enough when we find middle-aged women getting younger.
We jumped over next door for a late dinner. After reminiscing the year, we strolled back to the office. Scouting girls along our way, giving each other signals on directions to look. We lepak for a while and call it a day after midnight. He waited at the drop-off to passed me the season pass, which I stacked together with his other tags.
We parted with a brotherly handshake.
What was the occasion?
It was his last day.
Why do all writers I can click with left so soon? Remember Buddy?
Think I'll switch to be a writer. And leave my art directors frowning in the corner.
5.4.10
Bros, are made of these
Neo at the front.
Satria MIVEC Turbo at the back.
Escorting the Slow White Poke, in the middle.
Having a hard time starting the car last Friday evening. Managed to get it started after a while. Thought of letting the alternator charge the battery.
I was so wrong.
Sent Sis to her basketball practice, before I went to the agency for my appointment letter. Since Zoky was already out, called her for dinner and a short walk after. When we were done, I walked her back to her car. And drove me back to mine. It started perfectly. Nothing seems too wrong with it.
I was so wrong again.
Met the gang at the mamak for some drinks and card games. When we about to leave, I couldn't start it. After a quick troubleshooting, found out the battery was really dead. Got it started after some hard cranking. I was full time running on just the alternator. A dying alternator.
Talks suggested me to tail him. In case my car dies off in the middle of the road, he could at least jump start for me. Along the way, I switched off all my lights. It was pointless, as they are getting dimmer. He called in, worried. I told him I was just trying to save as much. Since Primary Two joined the convoy later, after he sent Fun Size home.
Here's the thing. Talks live further up. Since Primary Two loves the highway. Loves the toll guy and girl. They could have gone home straight using their own way.
How could you not love them?
Satria MIVEC Turbo at the back.
Escorting the Slow White Poke, in the middle.
Having a hard time starting the car last Friday evening. Managed to get it started after a while. Thought of letting the alternator charge the battery.
I was so wrong.
Sent Sis to her basketball practice, before I went to the agency for my appointment letter. Since Zoky was already out, called her for dinner and a short walk after. When we were done, I walked her back to her car. And drove me back to mine. It started perfectly. Nothing seems too wrong with it.
I was so wrong again.
Met the gang at the mamak for some drinks and card games. When we about to leave, I couldn't start it. After a quick troubleshooting, found out the battery was really dead. Got it started after some hard cranking. I was full time running on just the alternator. A dying alternator.
Talks suggested me to tail him. In case my car dies off in the middle of the road, he could at least jump start for me. Along the way, I switched off all my lights. It was pointless, as they are getting dimmer. He called in, worried. I told him I was just trying to save as much. Since Primary Two joined the convoy later, after he sent Fun Size home.
Here's the thing. Talks live further up. Since Primary Two loves the highway. Loves the toll guy and girl. They could have gone home straight using their own way.
How could you not love them?
3.4.10
The on/off pair
Since Primary Two and Fun Size made a weird, tall-short pair. In many cute, funny ways.
The funny thing about this pair is, they have so much in common. But they have so little in common. Guess the likes that brought them together, and the flaw that made them a "perfect" couple. One minute they were names calling, next minute they were laughing their asses off. One minute they were in cold war, kissing raw in the next. For so many times we've been hearing the word "break up" from them, we actually lost count.
I'm the fillings of this two slices of bread. From just a mere listener, to being their informant. Their messenger. Well, more for her. As if I'm a love bird who have tons of past relationships to advice them what to do. I failed big time myself. I'll just listen to what they wanted to say. Say what I wanted to them. Filtered. And tell the other.
No, no, no. Not selective hearing. But it was more of a selective information. Some things are meant not to be told. Not to be shared. Even if I have all the green lights to do so. But making such a judgment on what to bring forward, and what to hold back, is a pure headache. I'm sandwiched in between. Both of them are like my bro and sis. And I can't be biased to one side.
You get what I mean?
Once they were fighting in my car. Saliva and tears involved. I told them off, it's just a small misunderstanding. Screw the yelling and crying. Or just stunt the fuck out, if they don't stop. I sent her back. And forced him to get down to settle the thing. Their things. I'll just wait at the corner. Right before I light my third smoke, they were hugging hard. Just as I expected.
She called me earlier in the noon, sobbing. Not the first time though. Claimed he sounded serious. Not the first time too. For the millionth times, I asked her since when he sounded "not serious"? Big, big sigh from me.
You guessed it, they "broke up" again.
Barely eight hours later, I got a text from her. You guessed it right again, they were "okay". Seems fine, apparently. Will be meeting them up and the rest of the gang later tonight. We'll see how it goes. For a couple who are always on and off a relationship, when the real one is out, it will definitely be a really huge one. Definitely.
Which I don't hope to see.
I've never been in that many relationships before. But what I've learned and experienced so far, when one's love weighs more than the other, the latter will start to take a little advantage of the first.
What matter most is, can we find the perfect balance?
I guess no one will.
The funny thing about this pair is, they have so much in common. But they have so little in common. Guess the likes that brought them together, and the flaw that made them a "perfect" couple. One minute they were names calling, next minute they were laughing their asses off. One minute they were in cold war, kissing raw in the next. For so many times we've been hearing the word "break up" from them, we actually lost count.
I'm the fillings of this two slices of bread. From just a mere listener, to being their informant. Their messenger. Well, more for her. As if I'm a love bird who have tons of past relationships to advice them what to do. I failed big time myself. I'll just listen to what they wanted to say. Say what I wanted to them. Filtered. And tell the other.
No, no, no. Not selective hearing. But it was more of a selective information. Some things are meant not to be told. Not to be shared. Even if I have all the green lights to do so. But making such a judgment on what to bring forward, and what to hold back, is a pure headache. I'm sandwiched in between. Both of them are like my bro and sis. And I can't be biased to one side.
You get what I mean?
Once they were fighting in my car. Saliva and tears involved. I told them off, it's just a small misunderstanding. Screw the yelling and crying. Or just stunt the fuck out, if they don't stop. I sent her back. And forced him to get down to settle the thing. Their things. I'll just wait at the corner. Right before I light my third smoke, they were hugging hard. Just as I expected.
She called me earlier in the noon, sobbing. Not the first time though. Claimed he sounded serious. Not the first time too. For the millionth times, I asked her since when he sounded "not serious"? Big, big sigh from me.
You guessed it, they "broke up" again.
Barely eight hours later, I got a text from her. You guessed it right again, they were "okay". Seems fine, apparently. Will be meeting them up and the rest of the gang later tonight. We'll see how it goes. For a couple who are always on and off a relationship, when the real one is out, it will definitely be a really huge one. Definitely.
Which I don't hope to see.
I've never been in that many relationships before. But what I've learned and experienced so far, when one's love weighs more than the other, the latter will start to take a little advantage of the first.
What matter most is, can we find the perfect balance?
I guess no one will.
17.2.10
The tiger came early
Buddy made this and mailed it over the week before.
How nice of him.
Art director and copywriter work as a team. Looking for the other half is like looking for a life partner. It's not easy. It's never easy. This sounded gay, but it is so true.
You'll be spending most of the time with this person at work. At breakfast, lunch, dinner, supper, or any other meals in between. At job briefs, discussions, or meetings. How he or she writes will affect the outcomes of your visuals. How you came out with a visual will affect the writing style.
There will be times when one disagree with the other. Both need to work things out, compromise to a solution where both are comfortable with. Or "simply", give in to the other. It's a very mutual relationship thing.
I met Buddy on my fourth year.
We clicked right away. Very passionate about his works; though, he's a writer, he looked into the art side of it. Just the value I'm looking for; I expect my writer to tell what is wrong with my visuals, and criticize me. He sketches well, too! There are personal lives beyond advertising that we talked about all the time.
The copywriters I met before him don't show
He got an offer from Red Apple Black Pencil to work with them after a couple of promising interviews. I was very upset when I heard this, to be honest. But as his partner, I encouraged him to take the offer, and fully supported him. The prospect over there is way better than where we're working.
Though, the period of time we worked together isn't long, but I missed that already. I really do.
Hope we'll team up again one day, Buddy.
You still owe me a meal of your home made pizza!
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