tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11372792354862756332012-01-30T21:32:20.420+08:00<b>Birthmark</b>. The character, the foundation, the value, of what you are born with. <br> <b>Mole</b>. Like thoughts, they appear over time. Ugly at the wrong place. <br><br> I have two birthmarks, and plenty of moles. Tsk, tsk, tsk.Birthmarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17429730678204397008noreply@blogger.comBlogger1551100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1137279235486275633.post-48085570105146435062012-01-29T23:15:00.001+08:002012-01-29T23:15:13.189+08:00

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

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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?

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"... 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,

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"Eh, you know your dad has a friend...""Uh huh...""Her daughter also works in advertising around [area], doing quite well...""Uh huh...?""30. Not seeing anyone..."I knew where this is going!"... (took me a while) and then...?""Maybe can intro her to you!"I just ignored and continue staring at the TV, then into blank space.Mother! I'm not that old. Most importantly, I am a guy.Just because I was

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"Like".A powerful gesture since Facebook. But of late, I've noticed people who abused the term. Given the same scenario, what if I would to put a line-breaker in between my posts?"Like this to continue reading."?Yup. I heard someone's yelling, "Bullshit!" on the other end. That's exactly my reaction when I encountered these websites.What fuck now? Are you forcing us to "like" it to continue? What

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No, it's not a drink.Tuk-tuk.Crowd at the temple.Lovebirds overseeing the horizon, near the bottom of the temple.Laem Samila beach, Songkhla.Near dusk at the Floating Market.Back. With mixed feeling.

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It's been a while since we stroll to the other side for lunch.This is what we saw on the way to the food court.With an empty display like this, it better comes with an explanation,Cute.Not sure what's going on, but I guess it's some kind of a Stand-a-Chance-to-Win-All-These-If-You-Spent-More-Than-RM-[Insert Amount Here] promo that they did recently?How often retailers would actually be bold

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Life-threatening closer shot. *shiver*Another league of drivers which I'm not into.It looked like a portal into a shrine somewhere deep in the forest of an unknown location in Japan. I can almost feel its sucking force. So intense, I'm seeing a kimono-clad lady waving one side of her geta, whispering itadakimasu. Soft, and yet, passionately husky. I dare not venture any closer.But can it

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Even I... didn't get a perfect score...First try, no cheat.That's embarrassing.With marks like that, typographers would choke in their saliva laughing.Kerning is the adjustment of space between individual letters. Though most programs that deal with fonts come with auto-kerning, I still rebelliously adjust them manually. This is to achieve a better... okay, okay... I'm just anal... result.

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Late, heavy lunch. Skipped dinner. Came home after midnight. Was hungry. Mother cooked. Kitchen smelt funny. So is the char kuey teow. Spat on my first bite. Kerang turned bad. Lost me appetite.And no, there's nothing wrong with the title.I'm hungry. I'm angry.

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Really!When's the last time we spoke?When's the last time we seen each other?Two, three years? Yeah, it was that long ago.It started like any other chat in MSN. One thing led to another, and we are on a trip coming mid December. Same room, different bed. Only to be separated by a feet-wide lamp table.With who you asked?My ex.Not gonna explain.I'll leave the imagination to you.

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You'll be getting constant high beams for driving anything more than a paper thick behind any vehicle.Kiss the car in front if you may.

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Some months ago, Zoky asked if I wanna tag along her trip back to the hometown. I've never been to Ipoh. Why not? She offered her room. Why not!Nothing happen, really.Defendant 1, Ah Wong.What's a trip without going around town and devouring the local food?The other time was spent at her house. What interests me the most are her two dogs. They are not "special" breed, but well-groomed and clean.

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"Come here...""Hmm?""Help me poke...""Poke what!?""It's too tight! I can't get it in. Please?..."Yup. I'm starting to be... a little naughty..."Don't tell me you've never... tried before?""(Giving me the stare)... faster lah!""Okay, okay. Here... look... shove it in and out a few times *muka geram expression*... it'll get loose after a while... HAhAhAhhAhAhAhahahAH!"Everyone burst out laughing

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"Oh, shit!"After a game last night, we passed a road block.I wind down my side windscreens even from cars away; we got... nothing to hide... *Yeah, right!*"Encik...""Selamat pagi... assalamualaikum. Dari mane ke mane ni?""Sukan, 'cik.""Sukan? Futsal ke bola jaring?""Futsal.""Futsal kat mane ni?""'kat Selayang Mall...""Okay... (gesture to move on)""Terima kasih!"Couple hundreds of meters later,"

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Will you date me?, continued.As promised.Blacks apply to me. Greys, my thoughts.There are billions of them in the world, like colors on the screen of your computerSeriously!? This figure can almost made us the most populated nation. There are also billions of Chinese. Indians. Christians. Muslims. What's the deal here?They will analyze conversations in layersJust looking for double meanings.

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Shortsighted, me.No. Not that kind of shortsighted. I wear glasses.I take them out when I sleep, bathe, and during intimate moments with my girls. I will spare the details on the intimacies. It's not that I know how to swim, but I take them out in the pool. But I wear them with my race helmet on. I wear them with my paintball mask.The last I checked, my left was -5.xx, nearly a -6.00. My right,

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It was a long, tiring day.When people asked what I do, some were surprised, even to an extend, shocked at the word "director" that came with it. As literal as it may sound, I direct art. No, serious. You can close your mouth now.Ad people generally has the most misunderstood job scopes.The Village Restaurant at Pullman, Putrajaya Lakeside.When I started with this agency, we are required to open

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It would be an indecisive, dramatic mood swing bitch.Changes are good. Only when they come with improvement.

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I stumbled a list, of why one shouldn't date a designer.50 of it!? Are we that bad!? Well, I'm an art director - this list still apply.They are very weird people. There are billions of them in the world, like colors on the screen of your computer. They will analyse conversations in layers. You will spend the day assembling furniture from IKEA. They drink and eat all kinds of weird shit just

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My new way of saying I'm out.Battled for paintball. Since Primary Two shot me on the pubic. Was too painful to raise my hand. Instead, I held on my pubic shouting that. Emphasizing on the "T". And yes! It's still functioning, okay!? I had morning wood. Duh.It was a night game yesterday at an unused car park made into a paintball field. We have the whole field to ourselves. Nice, eh?

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"Why it's a Monday after a Sunday?", wrote Hitam Manis. Mondays. The most feared day of the week. The blues crept in. The inactive, hibernating period during the first half of the day. Maybe week. The dozing off, or some say, the fishing. The day when you are so reluctant to get up. But there are works to be done, money to be made, to put bread on the table. As much as you hated it, you have

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No. Not hot news. But reading news articles in a warm room. Fuck the weather, really. It changes so fast that fixing a shower head in the bedroom would be irrelevant. It was so cold, we were shivering while having some drinks last night at the mamak. What happened lah?

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Almost. Closer shot. Shot this during lunch the other day. The newspaper was pasted on the glass, as if the shoes was floating with it. Clever, eh? From what I've gathered, CLIMACOOL® was about ventilation. Being light, is adding another layer of idea to it - which is enough to impress the end users. As a creative, I would go back to the drawing board and stick to "ventilation". For

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We were invited for The Cinema's anniversary party. As I'm the creative who did the anniversary video and other collateral, I got an invitation too. What else you expect from a party like these? Buffet. Alcohols. Well, they are a cinema chain, premiere screening, of course. And lucky draw. Of all the media / business partners that were invited that night, we were really lucky. As much as I

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I prefer my drinks and food to be of heavier, stronger taste. If instant coffee is the only choice, it never taste any better with just a 3-in-1. Can I say I'm a man of taste? Haha...

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Who? Closer. Almost. Stop right there. Him! Ab... Abroko? How can you not laugh at that Beatles' trim? That squinted, high-on-weeds eyes? And that matching goatee back in the late 90s? He made a spot there recently. A very good morning booster, I must admit. And sorry to disappoint. This is not a straight-guy-turn-bent post.

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This is just another one of those I-can't get-myself-to-sleep-and-my-mind-started-to-wander-off-to-recent-happenings post. My producer showed me something she bought... I think I should rephrase this... was pestered by her kids to get the other day. Two packs of it. 20-odd bucks each. What the fuck are those!? Parents! Can shed me some lights here? It's just coloured rubber bands! With

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Got a call from The Hexagon today, trying to sell their credit cards. If I remember, Lizzy wrote something similar before. Are you here? Hello?... Anyway, how do you handle them? The telemarketers? But whatever your way is, be gentle to them if they are not rude. They are merely doing their job. My replies to them revolves around these variance, Being nice, "I'm not interested." Being

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"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

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Was strolling along the mall blankly, pacing my way to the office, I bumped into Since Primary Two with the daughter and ex-wife..."Oi...""Eh? Oh... hey...""Shopping ar? (Looking my tag) Oh... work...""Yea lah...""Goin' off 'dy?""Nah lah. I just reached.""Serious ar!?""Yea lah... (while pinching the cheek of his little daughter)... Hi Miniature SPT!""(Looking at the daughter) Call uncle Birthmark

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There's one in all of us.In any offices, since the beginning of time.It's not the ass-licking-apple-polishers. Backstabbing ones? No.I found faeces at the neck of the water hose in the public toilet.First, a big yuck. Then I choked myself fighting back tears so damn hard, that I almost throw up my lunch, yesterday's dinner, last week's supper, last month's breakfast. I felt it at the top of my

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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

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Mother held me in one arm. Holding a small air tight jar in another. I looked on to her. Then the jar. I heard clicks. The sudden blast of lights blinded my eyes. I was barely two. That's the closest my memory could bring. We appeared on what seems to be a product shot in a photo printout, or an A5 flyer. We were the talents for the Brand's Essence of Chicken. You want to see it, don't

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Off the chair.Have you seen the new Axe (Lynx) Provoke (Excite) TV commercial recently?It showcased girls falling from the sky one after another. It peaks when these fallen girls are going towards a young man, who apparently uses the deodorant. The message that this spot is shouting, "Makes it rain girls". What shown on the Malaysian TV is an edited version.Below, is the original by BBH

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Due to my carelessness and lack of concentration, I sliced my finger.I was rushing for the preso boards. Yours truly, stupidly rest his fore finger over the cutter's track. The sharp pain has already crept in before I could pull back.The same level of stupidity happened to me twice.The first was back when I'm doing graphic in college. The difference is, I didn't black out this time. Guessed I'm

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This goes back in a span of three, four years.My posting at this agency wasn't through Shades, per se.I've always keep myself updated of the people in the ad scene - who is doing what in which shop. That is where I heard of Almost Blind. After some efforts of googling him, I found his works. Award-winnings. Both local and international. I also found out he has a bad reputation too.I have mixed

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Button fly.Great for quickies.Bad when you almost get caught.

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"You're early.""Wha...? It's after 12!""Isn't that early for you?""..."I just gave him a hint of smile.What Father said was true. It was early for the past weeks.Not good, not good.

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The pantry at my ex agency is tiny.So small, you couldn't even stretch your arm. But I must say, it was rather complete. Each drink mix are kept in its own jar. And of course, the big Milo tin. Some colleagues are lazy to refill an empty one. They'll just leave the unsealed pack on the cabinet unattended overnight.One morning, I went in and make my drink. My version of mocha - one third full

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This past week was hell, really.Deadlines were crazy. The loads was more than we could handle, even with Diam-Diam and studio to backup. I snapped at the suits. More Than a Cycle snapped at the clients. Diam-Diam snapped at us. We were angry. We were emotionally distressed.I seldom came home to see my family awake. I missed Mother's half-boiled eggs. I missed Father's mumbling of me not padding

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One of the most excited time in months.I have a date with Hitam Manis! Not a set up, but a date!Having mixed feeling of excitements jumbled up into one lump on the way to her place. Of happiness and hope. Uncertainties and worries. Our first official date! She must have a slight interest to go out with me. Ada chance, ada chance.Will it turn out well? How do I look? Have I forgot to bring

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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

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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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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"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.

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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.

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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

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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

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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

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Heard this on radio the other day."A man was sentenced to six months in jail by the High Court today for illegally smuggled [indistinct amount] snakes to Jakarta without a permit."What? Okay, wait...Oh? So, if I have a permit, I can legally smuggle now? Where can I get a form?Is the newswriter trying too hard? "Smuggle" in a word itself is a violation of law - it's an illegal act. Is the word "

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On Friday, Zoky called while I was slaving my work past midnight. She was lost about her work, and her relationship. Just what we both needed at that time. Friends to talk to.We had the longest phone conversation since.Before we hang up, she asked what I'll be doing on Saturday. If I could tell her I have a life beyond work, I would. Unfortunately, it won't be it until coming midweek. I playfully

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I did the messAs a sticky note, yes.They used to be the best. At least for my standard of an image library - comes with the largest (in size) low resolution download-able images without watermark (only if you are a registered creative). I've been using them ever since, until recently.As a gift, it's a cute idea. Good word play and relevant. Simple and straight to the point. It does remind me of

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Quarter passed six.Was about to call it a day.Suddenly, I felt dizzy.I palmed the head, on top of my ears.Trying to gain my focal point that were never at one spot for long.Then it stopped.I was in confusion. I then realized something, and turned to my colleague... it wasn't me!I logged on to Facebook and wrote on my wall. Apparently, some friends felt it too. From around the city center, down to

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Myself.I was having my puffs at the secret base.Cat Eyes came in. She was on the phone. Apparently, with someone from the event management. Trying to mind my own business, not to eavesdrop. Daydreaming. Yawning.She hung up after some time. Finally."You have ciggy?""Yeah... (offering her)""What brand is this? Manchester!?""Yeah... for emergency. I don't have ciggy at home. I took my mum's.""Your

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Half an hour earlier than yesterday.Tomorrow... I mean... later will be another day. Guess I'll be in and out the office over the weekend. Won't be free until the preso on Tuesday. If we can force the suits to push the deadline.Well, at least the girls at the mall on weekends are a prettier crowd. *wink*Contemplating whether or not to bring my boxers, towel and pillow in.

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The beauty of knocking off at 3.30 in the morning is that you own the road for a good 10, 15 minutes.Have been busy working with babies and children for the past week. Will stalk catch up with you people if the time job briefs permit. Till then, good night and good morning, whichever deems fit.

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Hitam Manis, continued."Dear, I'm setting up a date for Birthmark and Hitam Manis. We're planning to go for a movie. You and him just pretend to be shopping there and bump into us. Will confirm again the place, date, and time."Diam-Diam forwarded the text to me.Pretend? Why pretend? Can't they just tell Hitam Manis it's a "set up"? Or something along the line of, "Dear. I know a friend of

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"People started moving in already..."I was in Since Primary Two's car at the traffic lights. We looked on to a relatively new apartments just by the overhead bridge on top of a mall. It was dark, with only few prominent lights from the living rooms, scattered randomly over the 20-, 30-floor building."What are those? Studio apartments?"Spontaneously, he said,"They've 2-door, 3-door... eh!?""

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1 high profile Creative Director1 fun & receptive Client1 brilliantly done Print AdA story of Love"I like it!"A story of Hope"Love the idea!"A story of Hate"It's clever, but... Hm... maybe not now... Say... in 10 years?"In the Malaysian ad scene now20 Odd YearsThe print ad was done more than 10 years ago"Published 1998"The drama climax around an award-winning creative director, a flamboyant

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The signal lights.In this part of the country, the signal / indicator lights is a form of invitation to the car behind the lane you are switching onto, to speed up. It also serves as an optional deco.Please use with care.A survival tips for the expats / foreigners / tourists who is planning to drive in Malaysia.

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I can't ride a bicycle.Okay. One minute break for laughing.Hello, people. How are you? Fantastic. Let's move on.I was around 8 or 9 when I first touched a bicycle. I always "blame" my parents for getting it when I'm "too old" to learn. It's just an excuse of mine lah. I'm just scared. The bike was for Bro. The younger siblings always get the best - a lovely fact. He was only 3, 4 years old.

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At times when I'm crafting my works, Diam-Diam will slide her chair beside me. Looking at the stuffs that I'm doing. Occasionally, asked how it goes. The progress and all lah. The longer she's there, the more excited she'll become.Excitements include, but not least to things like, suggesting colours for the design, directing the placement of copy and images. Re-suggest new colours to replace the

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Tagged in at 10.30.Knocked off at 6.30.There's nothing in between. No, I'm serious! Okay... that was a lie.After submitting my timesheets for the past weeks and cleared my mails, for the next 25,321.891784321432465 seconds I was on Facebook. Then my personal mails. Then random surfing. Back to Facebook. Personal mails. Random surfings #53. Facebookpersonalmailsrandomsurfings

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I was one of the photographer. She was one of the volunteer.We were at a sports carnival for orphans. Of all the ladies that were there helping out, there's something in her that caught my eyes.A week later in the office, while Diam-Diam was browsing all the photos uploaded by Cherry-ty (the organizer), I pun kepoh a bit lah. And asked who's that girl. Turn out, they were all schoolmates. But,

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Elbows resting on my knees.Chin inches away from the desk.Palming my ears. Then my cheeks (not butts).Found my mouth and nose.Staring deep on pieces of recycled A4's.Tracing the scribbles with my puffy eyes.Penned with a black Artline 0.4, some in green.That's me, mostly of today.Fuck! I can't think of anything. Anything good, that is. Wasted the whole morning brainstorming for nothing with More

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What is it with people and their bonuses?An ex colleague recently asked if I've got my bonus already. I frankly told him, bonus isn't a promise. Ad industry isn't doing too good lately. Retrenchment is still ongoing. Accounts are leaving. Agencies are pitching for new clients non stop. "New" staffs are doing contract. Worst, freelancing. It's lucky to even keep a job now.Even when the time was

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"Welcome", in the language of the Amis people of Taiwan.This trip wasn't plan. Zoky's friend was going for honeymoon. They asked her and few friends & family to tag along. She in turn asked us. I don't even have an itinerary of the trip till the third day I'm there. I can't read Chinese. Or speak fluently in that matter. Which make this trip even more... interesting.Well, at least for me.The

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Bad hair day.It's all in your mind, really. If someone actually come up to and say your hair look bad, it's really bad. Otherwise, let it go.Will be away for a while. Till then, give this a ponder.

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My resolution for this year will be like last year,1920 by 1080 pixels at home, 1280 by 960 pixels at work!*wink*

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Banana asked my opinion for an English name she's adopting.Before I give my take on it, I asked her back,"Do you like that name?"Let's just say she wanted people to "agree" with her choice.I've known her as [Her Name]. I've been calling her that ever since. It won't be [Her English Name] the next time I see her. I didn't ask, but was wondering why she wants an English name for? For us friends?

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Recent years, things have been happening to, and around me. Things which are deemed as unfortunate. Unlucky. Bad. Mishap. Et cetera. The negatives. They peaked towards year end.If you have been reading my scribbles long enough, you may already know I was mugged outside my house more than a year ago.Weeks later, I slipped in the bathroom. I use my forearm to lean against the door frame from

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"Uncle, I miss you all. Tell Mama and Koko too."Reading that, I held on as hard as I could. Not to burst a tear.Sis texted Father earlier. She then called, weeping. Begging us to let her come back. The hardest part is lying to her that she is not our responsibility anymore. To us, she still is. Not the same like before, but in a more abstract manner. It's not up to us to decide now. I woke up at

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I laid my eyes the first time I held you.Your eyes were closed. Your mouth slightly ajar suckling the air, making an almost inaudible sound. As if you are talking to me. That scent from you. That little limb movements here and there. And with that little tongue you trying to put out, was one of the loveliest thing I've seen.We brought cousin sister up over the years.Aunt dropped by once in

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I hate it when this happened.It was just, what... less than an hour? Even that four bottles of Tiger shared earlier among Father and Bro won't do justice.What wakes me up? I need sleep!I know what you are thinking. Might as well I try to get some sleep? I did. For an hour I did exactly that. Rolling from right to left, then back to right, then leftrightleftrightleftrightleftrightleftright.

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Textured paper for illustration purposes only. I do not own it.I only did the text.I escaped.Tak boleh lah! I've worked through the wee hours. I'm not gonna stay an extra few so that I can see the opening of shops downstairs. I seriously in need of a good rest before my presentation end of that day.That's a record time from the "mission" started to the lobby downstairs. Another fifteen to get

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It is by fate that I got to know you.It is by feel that I am fond of you.It is by choice that I hold on.I know where I stand.I knew.I should let go.

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I promised Diam-Diam a favour to put up a shelf at her place last weekend. As I have all the necessary tools. Electric drill. Hammer. Screwdriver. Et cetera.We I missed it. Was out straight after work till the wee hours the night before, and I forgot to switch on the ringer before I hit the bed. It was still on silent when I woke up in the noon with 3 missed calls from her. So, try to make it up

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The last I wore a tie was nearly ten years ago.Thursday was the Wear-a-Tie day. A theme that Shades came up with the B2B's associate director during one late-afternoon-beer session. It must have been the beers; look at what they can do to you.We are to wear a business suit, or at least, shirt and tie.Why can't we have an Adam-&-Eve, or Lingerie-Nightie day? That would really boost up the morale.

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In The Ladies, continued.I went closer to Zoky.Grabbed some tissues as I moved away from her. While I'm wiping my hands, I wiped my thoughts, whatever that is. I am still breathing as deep. My heart is still pounding as hard. I quickly grabbed the door handle, and held it open to wait for her. I catch a glimpse of air as soon as we left the toilet.We parted with a goodnight after I sent her

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Sneaking in The Ladies, continued.Not so much of a difference, besides there is no standing urinal for man. It's clear of ciggy smell too. Since I'm already here, might as well I relieve myself. There are two cubicles. She went into one, I went in the other.We started talking through the wall."You pee so loud!""(Chuckle) Yeah! Even my friends said I pee like a guy.""High pressure..."We emptied

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Sneaked in The Ladies yesterday, continued.Zoky recalled the stories that Diam-Diam told her of the weird happenings and unknown entities lingering around on our floor. She was afraid to go in the ladies, even I told her it was okay. Even said I will be around.She asked me to accompany her. Inside.I didn't want to. Instead, told her I will stand outside the door. Not budging a move. Wait for

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With Zoky...

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We were at Fun Size's place playing Siam Blackjack.She wasn't playing. Just flipping through the channels on Astro. She then stopped at Animal Planet. It was airing a program that showcased an animal testing lab back in the early 20th century. Particularly on primates.The lab is haunted. Wait... (it got us to stop playing). What is a haunted place doing in Animal Planet? Salah slot kah? It was

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What is so special about this sundae?It was my winning bet...Strawberry for me, chocolate for Diam-Diam... back when everyone was having the World Cup fever!It was that many Sundaes ago.I'm not a football fan. I don't really know who's who, and which team is playing. Diam-Diam came to me one day, ajak to bet lah. She already chose hers, left me with no other choice. But since everyone was betting

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In Since Primary Two's car.At an open road. Ten odd street lamps to the traffic light. It was green.He clutched in, dropped gear, and floored the accel. Boost kicked in. Needles jumped. The car torque steered. We were glued to the seats, as the wastegate screamed. Adrenaline started pumping. Orgasmic!The light turned yellow! He braked hard... *potong steam*At the red, we had a small talk."Even a

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Came a brief for The Shower Foam.The message was simple - to own a category where other brands have not. But what the client wanted to own, is too similar to 89,168,605,321.73 brands out there in the market. Did I mention it was for a capped TV spot? A budget so low that any production house would pretend they didn't know us.We were working on it for 3 nights. Nothing solid. Shades came to me one

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Just as I about to swerve in the entrance ramp to the parking today, a black mini MPV in front of me stopped. A well-dressed woman in lilac got down. What? Wait. You planning to dock just right here?I gave her a polite honk. She then walked towards me. She gave me that disgusted look you only see in certain kind/type of people."Awak block parking... (before I could continue)""Lah, sabar lah,

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Dubbed in Cantonese. Couldn't find one with English subtitle. Sorry.Sad, but true.

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When you got a call from an apparent friend, who never contacted you in years, it could only be one of the variation below:1. To sell.2. To borrow.3. (Just) to catch up.To sell - Most of these apparent friends are in this group. They come in a form of a sales(wo)man, agent, a member of the said-company-that-produced-the-item-that-s/he's-about-to-sell-you, and the like. The products are usually

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Half of our topics are food related.Diam-Diam is not fat. Not even close. She's the kind with a well built frame. Athletic curves - she's into kickboxing. Tall, for a girl. Big bones. And has a huge pair of ti... hands. They were as big as mine! Measuring it against the manhood, I thought, it really questions the ego. And I wonder, how big his boy's was to compensate.The Pink Ice-cream is having

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One of the many last minute plan. For being too bored on a Saturday night. Forked out 5 bucks each for that couple of hours spent in the parking being an amateur photographer. At least it's something... productive?

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It's always been you two.What about The Bank? What about The Credit Card? Not to forget The Soft Drink. Juice. Ice-cream. Yogurt. Have I left out The Toothbrush? The Toothpaste? The Shower Foam? And The Hair Gel?Oh? The Cosmetic? The Car? The Cinema? The Apartment? The Trade Agency? How I had wished...Milk. Petrol. Milk... petrol... you've been occupying most of my time.Don't I wish to queue in a

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"Wei, still at work?""Yeah...""Aw... pitiful. I just finished work. Wanna have dinner? Are you done?""Er... not sure... I'm discussing something with my partner. And have to look after my designer on the job I briefed her earlier today... well, lemme check..."Excused myself from my writer. And walked away from the pantry towards my place."My designer isn't at her place...""I'm about to leave the

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Went on a road I seldom use yesterday.And the prize for that rarity? Punctured my tyre.Tsk, tsk, tsk. What a luck.Had an outing with Bro and the gang. We went for a movie. And left after some drinks and Siam Poker at the mamak. It was almost 3am. Drizzling. Bro suggested to use a different road. I seldom got on that road. As I don't need to. Just a handful of times a year. It seems further to

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It's good for you to have your off day. Which is a luxury to us.It's sweet of you to accompany your missus for shopping. Which for days we don't even catch a glimpse of our love ones.It's nice of you to dropped by the office, and brought us donuts. Which sometimes we don't even have a second spare to munch.But it's very, very rude of you to barged in without prior informing any of us. You are not

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Father was a bank officer before he retired. He works late almost every other day. Only to come home way after dinner. I'd always accompanied him while he's having the leftovers, whenever there is a chance. And of course, if I'm still awake. Since I seldom see him.One night, while he's having his late meal at home, I grabbed a stool, dragged it near the dining table, and climbed onto it. I then

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Did I mention in my previous post that Zoky was sick?She's on medication. Which made her a little slow and blur. I relate to her my own experience the last time I got sick.I was having flu during the end of a course.Had my scheduled meds, before I left the office for the graduation night. Everyone was there. Creative directors. Course organizers. Medias. And other invited guests. Among

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