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radio format 1

annoying dick A: oooh, is that the new <client’s product>?

simpering fool B: yes! it is the new <client’s product>!

annoying dick A: wow! does it have <product benefit 1>?

simpering fool B: not only does it have that, it also has <product benefit 2> <product benefit 3> <product benefit 4>!

annoying dick A: i also heard it is now <discounted price> with <current promo>!

simpering fool B: you are right! i’ve already gotten 20 million of these <client’s product> at <discounted price>! what about you?

annoying dick A and simpering fool B burst into fake laughter.

radio format 2

whiny asshole A: oh, i’m so sick of <random dumb fuck problem> happening to me!

smug self righteous prick B: really? you mean you still haven’t discovered <product benefit> of <client’s product>?

whiny asshole A: no, i’ve never heard of <product benefit> of <client’s product>! tell me what is it!

smug self righteous prick B: well, <client’s product> is very efficient at <product benefit> and now it comes with <extra benefit> too!

whiny asshole A: oh! i’m going out to grab <client’s product> now to solve my <random dumb fuck problem> today!

whiny asshole A and smug self righteous prick together: because <product tagline>!

whiny asshole A and smug self righteous prick burst into bout of fake laughter

footnote: radio commercials have no full stops. every sentence ends with either an exclamation mark or multiple questions marks.

oh, how they discourage your from using your own cash.

filled my tank up just now and came back to check my transaction on maybank2u to see they billed me RM200.

yes, it’ll be credited back to me within 3-14 days, but damn, son, that ain’t cool.

the past two months have been the textbook cliché rollercoaster of emotional ups and downs. i bid goodbye to a very precious, much loved part of my life and am trying to move on. at the same time, there was a MAS pitch going on at work, and (obviously, because shit must happen all at once) some unforeseen circumstances forced me to search for a place of my own.

strangely, everything has happened smoothly, albeit suddenly. my new colleague is a paradoxically baby-faced veteran landlord whose tenants serendipitously moved out.

it seems like a small thing, but being the baby that i secretly am, i’m still getting used to all the grown up stuff.

manja, i moved out of the house last week. she’s getting accustomed to high-rise living. and i’ve been running around getting keys, getting cleaners, getting movers, getting things as close to normalcy as possible. and i’m glad to have someone holding my hand every step of the way.

this is not an unhappy post. you can call it a slightly vexed post. or maybe even bemused post. can you blame me? everything i’ve known for the past few years has got to change. it’s a scary thing, suddenly you see how easily the supposed iron pillars of your life can crumble and blow off in the wind.

it scares me to see how easily i, myself, can be shaken.

google+ looks so sparkly. and it’s not just because i’m a fucking google fangirl, although it certainly plays a part.

i know it’ll open soon, but i want it now!

“As Ray Porter watches Mirabelle walk away he feels a loss. How is it possible, he thinks, to miss a woman whom he kept at a distance so that when she was gone he would not miss her. Only then does he realize that wanting part of her and not all of her had hurt them both and how he cannot justify his actions except that… well… it was life.”

went to a… future specialist today and he told me i was stubborn, overly-aggressive and followed my emotions blindly. he also in not so many words told me my life is fucked.

i paid good money, dude, please tell me something i don’t know.

remember the sun will rise in the morning and everything will be great again. right?

making fucking guai lan faces while it’s still acceptable to do so.

simply because i’m still looking like a schoolgirl while chasing 30.

for posterity’s (and honesty’s) sake though, that was actually a Gratuitous Photo of Yourself Tuesday. i look way worse on a work day than a holiday, duh.

ni baru gambar rabu. ish.