Pain-ball

Title says it all.

May contain graphic images. Viewers discretion is advised.




Left forearm. Reflection on the mirror.




Right elbow.




Upper shoulder.




Left rib.




Right above the underwear line on the left.




In between the right knee and thigh. Even Ghostface is shocked.




Pinky should be pink. Look at the bulge at the skin crease. This is with gloves on.




10-, 15-feet range shot. Not a finale.

There are many more unmarked ones, but I can feel it under the skin.

My third game. Scarred with my bros.

At least I battled for 5 games in a row and didn't black out.

"Hi!"

The Plan, continued.

"Why are we there again?"

"Okay... you wanted someone to teman you for shopping. Your bros all not free. So... you asked me instead. Later when we were there, Cherry-ty will call me. And what a coincidence! Let's meet up for dinner!"

"hAhAhAhAhAHHAhaHAhAHA... Okay...?"

"Oh! Oh! Oh! The movie that they are watching later?"

"What about it?"

"Remember Cherry-ty asked me to teman her, but I rejected and watched it with my boyfriend? But ended up I watched with you 'cause my boy forgot he has a wedding dinner to attend? *blah, blah, blah...* (closest replication of what she said)"

"Er..."

"Anyway... that movie you are "supposed" to watch with your bro. But he can't make it. So, instead of wasting the tix, you asked me to teman you! You know lah. I don't want Cherry-ty to feel upset for rejecting her mah."

"... Why it always has to be me!? I'm gonna tell her you rejected her loh!"

"Please lah! Or I'm not gonna help you with Hitam Manis anymore!"

"It's not even related!"



You girls seriously can plan things! And why strategy planners are a male dominated profession? Where the ladies? Anyway, we got to the mall and had a short walk. Then the phone rang. And we paced our way to the Hongkie restaurant.

Yup. She's really sweet.

Worst time to knock off

Seeing the pubs closed isn't as sad as seeing them opening for business on the next day.

Gonna squeeze my bolster hard for the rest of the day.

The bush had gone

I have an uncle that treats us like his own sons.

More toys. More KFCs and McDonalds. More ice-creams and snacks. More soft drinks than Father would get. Even if we are over the board, he rarely scold or yell at us. Let alone, rotan us. More of him some other time, perhaps.

There is an empty land near his flats - made into a lodging space for construction workers, their lorries, and tractors. Every evenings, he will bring me to play there. To test drive the machines. Oh. This was when I'm a few-year-old.

Not one I have missed. With me turning the big steering. Moving the long gear stick. Struggling to reach the pedals, tiptoed. Making sounds as if it's moving. Honking, pretending I'm yelling at others. As if I'm one of them. Even the levers on the tractors are not spared. Giving headaches to the workers next morning.

But there is one 5-tonner that I'm afraid of.

As any other evenings, I'm the construction worker. Braving the uneven red mud. Going towards my site. As I was "driving" it, I felt like someone is staring at me from the back. I turned to looked...

I jumped out, hugging my uncle, crying.

It was Sai Baba. With his famous Afro. Framed and hung at the headboard. I never go near that lorry again. I think it was the sight of the bush.

The closest I get to him was his photo. But it's enough to scare the hell out of a few-year-old.

Rest in piece.

Driving in Malaysia #32

Anywhere the tyre can touch, it's a race track.

The apex, or the racing line exist in any degree of bent on the road.

We will clip onto your lane.



A survival tips for the expats / foreigners / tourists who is planning to drive in Malaysia.

Sleepdriving

"Why you so daring?"

"Huh?"

"You parked at a reserved spot!"

"Really ar!?"

"Really lah!"

This is the first time in months Diam-Diam came straight to me when she came in.

I went and check... I was indeed parked at a reserved spot!

Defining a whole new meaning of sleepwalking.

Peak of boredom #489

Bro asked in MSN,



"Eh, how to make a building transparent?"

"Build it with glass?"

"Photoshop lah!"



I'm grinning at the other end.

I knew what he meant.

Saja kacau.

Maybe I'm just tired

Few weeks ago...

I don't want to work through the third weekend. I rushed off as much on Friday so Monday wouldn't be so hectic for Tuesday's preso. It was nearly 4 am (Saturday. My definition is still Friday since I haven't sleep through the day yet).

Hours ago, the last person before me had left. Even Almost Blind who are prone to sleepover left.

Then it came.

Imagine how you call the Anehs at the mamak. "Chuet, chuet". Pouting lips suckling the air. Sounded soft. From the back where the suits are seated.

Oh, come on! Not at this time.



"I'm only here to work. I didn't disturb you."



My back started to tingle from the tip of my ass crack up to the nape. Then to the front of the neck, up to my cheeks. Like I just had sour oranges. I turn and look.

I continue my work. Thought to stay a little longer. This is the first time I felt so uneasy on things I don't believe. I can almost hear my own heartbeat. Nah, I better leave.

Even writing this gives me the same sensation.

Yeah. Maybe I'm just tired.

Hypocontradiction

Buddy's place is looking for a new team!

This is where I've always wanted to be. What else could I ask for?

Got to meet up with the creative director and showed him my book. It went pretty well, but it is still too early to tell - I'm the first batch since their news of hiring. So, fingers crossed.

I called Buddy after I'm done. He was about to leave. Nice timing. And we went down for some drinks. It's been a while. Yeah, the usual stuffs of catching up. Ranting about our works. Especially clients.



We recalled a topic the last time we met.

At this agency, they have a liquor account. Almost every other agencies has an alcohol-related account. But what surprised me was, is how the Muslim staffs (read, some) look at it.

All agencies has a studio. Where final artwork (FA) artists are placed. FA is where the last stage of an ad / design piece is made before it is send to the colour separators, printers, and suppliers. The Muslim FA artists at his place refuse to touch any of the work from that account.



"Tak halal!"



You read that right.

They won't do it even they are the only artists left in the studio. It really creates a problem.

Buddy is a man in faith. Holy, and has strong believe in Islam. Never miss his prayer, even there is no mosque or surau around. He'll just lay a mat in the office facing the arah kiblat, and start to pray. Even he is taken aback by their responses.

A portion of their pay, and/or bonuses are from that account. Would taking off a percentile from their pay justify their faith? And would they keep mums about it after their pay was justified? I'm sure no one will.

In that case, in what context they meant by tidak halal?

To me, it was more of an excuse to work less.

What a tease

I was accidentally tagged in a post. It was removed soon after. Not a chance to even catch a glimpse of it. So, couldn't be bother lah.

Then, the nightmare comes.

Even my name wasn't in, notifications kept popping up at the lower left corner every few minutes! Which kinda bothers me. So, I tagged them in my status.

"Here's the thing. I was accidentally tagged by Canadian? And it was removed. Somehow, I got notifications when people commented on it. Specifically Second Time Intern and Bunny Intern. I kept getting notifications on something which I can't see! At all! Guys, was that some kind of a tease?"

"Nah... it was just research materials for me and Bunny Intern... =)"

The "just" sounded suspicious. Not to mention the smiley.

I shouldn't have tease you-know-who-you-are so much with my post titles. Karma is biting back at the ass. Ouch.

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