Photophobia.
Visually impaired.
Colourblind.
Is it me, or it's a curse for top creatives to work here? Is it a coincidence? Is there some sort of a paranormal calculations some where that made these people end up here? Suspicious, isn't it?
Shades.
Almost Blind.
Our new ECD.
All these people had eye problems.
13.4.12
24.3.12
Long way there
We had a 9-to-5 training at Cyberjaya today.
It's been ages since I got to wake up for non-leisure at 7-ish. Was supposed to leave by 8, but Little Pinay left her place late. Picked her up at the LRT when she reached and floored our way there. Was doing red lines at the MEX's straight. Slow White Poke can't take anything more. She was shivering at 180.
After some 50-odd km, we got there just in time for some breakie.
Had some sandwic... *fast forward* Change, is inevita... *fast forward* ... this will be the new framewor... *fast forward* ... ciggy break... *fast forward* ... any question about thes... *fast forward* "Don't take the Tandoori Chic... *fast forward* ... took some phot... *fast forward* ... engage these crowd... *fast forward* ... Enjoy your weekend!" said the Strat. Sheesh...
That's just to sum it up. Nothing too interesting to pen them down.
It rained earlier. Making the tarmac burn even more. After waves and waves of heat that hit us in the evening, we decided to have some beers before we call it a day. And since our lady boss belanja, so why not lah kan? Half a Macha gotta leave early, so he dragged me to his car for some puffs and small talk before he take off.
*Slow motion*
I was then tasked to drive another 2 more people home. *slow motion* Lady boss and my new ECD. Shit! *slow motion* All the way to 2 different spots at Bangsar. *slow motion* And dropped off Little Pinay at Jalan Ampang.
Did my 0 to 100 in *slow motion*.
It was a longer way back. When beers and herbs are involved.
Fairly potent mixture.
It's been ages since I got to wake up for non-leisure at 7-ish. Was supposed to leave by 8, but Little Pinay left her place late. Picked her up at the LRT when she reached and floored our way there. Was doing red lines at the MEX's straight. Slow White Poke can't take anything more. She was shivering at 180.
After some 50-odd km, we got there just in time for some breakie.
Had some sandwic... *fast forward* Change, is inevita... *fast forward* ... this will be the new framewor... *fast forward* ... ciggy break... *fast forward* ... any question about thes... *fast forward* "Don't take the Tandoori Chic... *fast forward* ... took some phot... *fast forward* ... engage these crowd... *fast forward* ... Enjoy your weekend!" said the Strat. Sheesh...
That's just to sum it up. Nothing too interesting to pen them down.
It rained earlier. Making the tarmac burn even more. After waves and waves of heat that hit us in the evening, we decided to have some beers before we call it a day. And since our lady boss belanja, so why not lah kan? Half a Macha gotta leave early, so he dragged me to his car for some puffs and small talk before he take off.
*Slow motion*
I was then tasked to drive another 2 more people home. *slow motion* Lady boss and my new ECD. Shit! *slow motion* All the way to 2 different spots at Bangsar. *slow motion* And dropped off Little Pinay at Jalan Ampang.
Did my 0 to 100 in *slow motion*.
It was a longer way back. When beers and herbs are involved.
Fairly potent mixture.
25.2.12
Tele-fun: The First of Many
Tele-fun, continued.
Yes. I'm the one who call you in the middle of a meeting / sleep / meal / poop / pee to waste a fraction of your life into an irrelevant questionnaire or survey. My apology if you have received a call from me before.
It was some time after I did my round in the retail. Since Primary Two is already working with Halfway Up the Top of The Cloud for nearly two months. They needed an extra hand.
It was my first decent job. Full time. Ironed shirt, and slacks. Choking necktie. And cubicle kinda decent.
A 9-to-5. With overtimes, allowance and other claims. We were the more rebellious batch. Rolled up sleeves. Loosely hanging tie. Unbuttoned collar. And I'm the first who wear short sleeves to work. Casual Saturdays, but strictly no short pants. I was forced to take off my ear studs too.
The job was pretty simple.
Just call people up to attend a product preso in the office. Our part was not to sell you anything. That was the salespeople's dirty work. We just go through a set of questions to determine if customers are qualified. If they met a certain criteria, they are invited to the office. Free gifts are given.
Besides the basic, we have commissions. Some telemarketers can easily earn thousands with just the commissions alone. But this isn't my thing.
I've never met my quota of 24.
Yes. I'm the one who call you in the middle of a meeting / sleep / meal / poop / pee to waste a fraction of your life into an irrelevant questionnaire or survey. My apology if you have received a call from me before.
It was some time after I did my round in the retail. Since Primary Two is already working with Halfway Up the Top of The Cloud for nearly two months. They needed an extra hand.
It was my first decent job. Full time. Ironed shirt, and slacks. Choking necktie. And cubicle kinda decent.
A 9-to-5. With overtimes, allowance and other claims. We were the more rebellious batch. Rolled up sleeves. Loosely hanging tie. Unbuttoned collar. And I'm the first who wear short sleeves to work. Casual Saturdays, but strictly no short pants. I was forced to take off my ear studs too.
The job was pretty simple.
Just call people up to attend a product preso in the office. Our part was not to sell you anything. That was the salespeople's dirty work. We just go through a set of questions to determine if customers are qualified. If they met a certain criteria, they are invited to the office. Free gifts are given.
Besides the basic, we have commissions. Some telemarketers can easily earn thousands with just the commissions alone. But this isn't my thing.
I've never met my quota of 24.
9.2.12
8.2.12
Am I right?
I either got this from:
1. Pressing the arm against my body weight while getting up from bed. Or the floor. I thought I heard a snap.
2. Spraining the muscle from spending 3 days in a row sandpapering the excess putty on the front lip of Slow White Poke's bumper - a DIY moment gone wrong.
And this post was written entirely left-handed.
No, of course not. I cheated.
Another 16 hours to go.
1. Pressing the arm against my body weight while getting up from bed. Or the floor. I thought I heard a snap.
2. Spraining the muscle from spending 3 days in a row sandpapering the excess putty on the front lip of Slow White Poke's bumper - a DIY moment gone wrong.
And this post was written entirely left-handed.
No, of course not. I cheated.
Another 16 hours to go.
4.2.12
Choose one
Rat-bitten LAN cable. Unstable wireless connection.
Nia sing. Not the bloody first time, though. Can't Mickey just leave it alone!? I used to laid them on the floor. Tracing every corners, angles and curbs, from Father's room to mine. Tripping every human being alive.
Guess I have to do that again.
Not to mention the forever dropping wireless. Shiok-shiok streaming vid halfway, and it got disconnected. I have to re-stream all over again. It would be lucky enough to even post this.
Sigh.
Nia sing. Not the bloody first time, though. Can't Mickey just leave it alone!? I used to laid them on the floor. Tracing every corners, angles and curbs, from Father's room to mine. Tripping every human being alive.
Guess I have to do that again.
Not to mention the forever dropping wireless. Shiok-shiok streaming vid halfway, and it got disconnected. I have to re-stream all over again. It would be lucky enough to even post this.
Sigh.
2.2.12
Attracted to older women
We refer her as jeje, sometimes, kakak.
Being the most senior in the creative, she is no doubt, a big sister. Creatives who can survived telco clients, can technically do any accounts. She had six dealing with the Blue Telco.
Phoebe is one of the first senior creatives I met during my breakaway time from conventional agencies/design houses. She was with Ousted Brothers, when I went for an interview. Though I didn't get a stint there, over the time, she texted me of places that is looking.
Over here is the first time I worked with her.
A very nice lady indeed. Soft spoken. Easy to deal with. Rarely shows her temper. Attentive. Straightforward, yet constructive and thoughtful in her comments on works. A trait that many creatives do not have.
Two years passed. She's no longer with us. Will definitely miss the chats, jokes and "games" we played off-work. But we do keep in touch every now and then.
I was in the midst of knocking on new doors, and we caught up in Facebook. Got an interview with the CD there. Apparently, she was a buddy with the MD back when they were starting out! It's a small, advertising world. Nasib baik I didn't offend anyone before.
She was texting her MD-buddy. At the same time chatting with me.
"I don't mind pre-selling you 'cause you behaved well. Don't know why... I see you as a boy-boy..."
This really made me smile...
Did the title pop your eyes? Not in a sexual way, okay!
I find myself clinging closer to them. Being born the eldest, I've never had the chance to know how Bro feel - to have an older sibling looking after and protecting you. I've always wanted an elder sister.
I don't know... maybe it's my subconscious way of looking for security and comfort which I never had as a younger sibling.
Being the most senior in the creative, she is no doubt, a big sister. Creatives who can survived telco clients, can technically do any accounts. She had six dealing with the Blue Telco.
Phoebe is one of the first senior creatives I met during my breakaway time from conventional agencies/design houses. She was with Ousted Brothers, when I went for an interview. Though I didn't get a stint there, over the time, she texted me of places that is looking.
Over here is the first time I worked with her.
A very nice lady indeed. Soft spoken. Easy to deal with. Rarely shows her temper. Attentive. Straightforward, yet constructive and thoughtful in her comments on works. A trait that many creatives do not have.
Two years passed. She's no longer with us. Will definitely miss the chats, jokes and "games" we played off-work. But we do keep in touch every now and then.
I was in the midst of knocking on new doors, and we caught up in Facebook. Got an interview with the CD there. Apparently, she was a buddy with the MD back when they were starting out! It's a small, advertising world. Nasib baik I didn't offend anyone before.
She was texting her MD-buddy. At the same time chatting with me.
"I don't mind pre-selling you 'cause you behaved well. Don't know why... I see you as a boy-boy..."
This really made me smile...
Did the title pop your eyes? Not in a sexual way, okay!
I find myself clinging closer to them. Being born the eldest, I've never had the chance to know how Bro feel - to have an older sibling looking after and protecting you. I've always wanted an elder sister.
I don't know... maybe it's my subconscious way of looking for security and comfort which I never had as a younger sibling.
29.1.12
Why not?
It was a fairly innocent trip. It was.
My ex texted to have her photos in Hat Yai removed.
People been questioning her of my "appearance" in the trip. Friends. Families. People. People with serong mind. People with cavemen thoughts.
What I don't understand is, why didn't she tell them she was going with me in the first place? I thought she did! I told mine! What's with the secrecy!? What is there to hide? Can't two people who were in a relationship before have a trip together?
We. Are. Friends. For fuck sake.
What perks me up is when she mentioned an average people would have any tagged photos removed on request, no questions asked. Out of... respect. I couldn't agree more. But not after months it was up there. Not after she was being pressured from the misunderstandings from her not telling anyone prior to that trip.
I didn't blame her. What some say of people still living in the past is not a myth.
And going out with your exes is still a taboo. Take note.
But the photos are there to stay.
My ex texted to have her photos in Hat Yai removed.
People been questioning her of my "appearance" in the trip. Friends. Families. People. People with serong mind. People with cavemen thoughts.
What I don't understand is, why didn't she tell them she was going with me in the first place? I thought she did! I told mine! What's with the secrecy!? What is there to hide? Can't two people who were in a relationship before have a trip together?
We. Are. Friends. For fuck sake.
What perks me up is when she mentioned an average people would have any tagged photos removed on request, no questions asked. Out of... respect. I couldn't agree more. But not after months it was up there. Not after she was being pressured from the misunderstandings from her not telling anyone prior to that trip.
I didn't blame her. What some say of people still living in the past is not a myth.
And going out with your exes is still a taboo. Take note.
But the photos are there to stay.
14.1.12
Ever had this sensation before?
When you bump into a stranger who looked like a person you knew, in a place that s/he had never been, does it scare you? (I don't know how else to phrase this).
A sensation similar when you did something bad and got caught. You know, that kecut feeling? Like your heart sank.
Many had this feelings too, given the same scenario.
But why lah?
A sensation similar when you did something bad and got caught. You know, that kecut feeling? Like your heart sank.
Many had this feelings too, given the same scenario.
But why lah?
5.1.12
Office romance gone wrong
"... 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.
"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.
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