things i’ve been seeing too often till it’s overkill but am still guilty of owning.
list will probably grow soon. ;)
am at the office – my last 24-hour camping trip with copious amounts of nicotine and coke (the cola), last minute changes, and once again not fulfilling my role as a writer but as official bates flasher.
it’s different this time around. of course. janet wasn’t here stomping her feet or channeling nervous energy to better use hopping around the office. polly wasn’t here hugging her (now smelly) pillow to her chest, nodding off at her desk or chain-smoking ciggies with me while we recharge on gossip and giggles.
“servicing power”. that does send little waves of fear rippling through me. (do you tuck the periods in, or leave ‘em out? that is the question.)
or it would if i were not numbed to physical sensation at this moment.
am just biding my time. the presso (i love that word, i think it’s just awesomely adorable) is at 2:30pm and i’m here lending the team my amazing moral support. and typing this here blog post.
have been following way too much of the US presidential campaigns for my own good. jt is ambivalent at best when i’m doing my god-awful impersonation of tina fey’s impersonation of palin. my last real experience with american politics was in college, and i really despised it. which is not to say my feelings for it now have changed. probably reacting in a fashion that typically me. read news. watch videos. digg stories. EXCITED.
i’m feeling a bit high and drowsy now, but unsurprisingly wrote better spur-of-the-moment lines in the past few hours than i did over the week. after that stretch spending many a 3am churning out tv script after tv script, i’m convinced that i run on full when i run on empty. does that make sense?
am i making sense?
the tank’s almost empty and i’m spent. passed ‘hyper’ a while back. daft punk’s “human after all” invaded my head with catchy beats and forced me with its catchy refrain to dance, dance, wench!
i miss writing junk. thoughts. notes. exercises. short stories. it’s as if my literary well has run dry (my clichés though, are alive and doing fine, thanks). but then again, it was probably for the best to stop my scribbles and come back to review them objectively. after all, it’s nothing i’ve shared with people and that says a lot of my subconcious reasonings. i doubt you’d keep literary work – a proclamation of your own genius – from the world if you really believed in its inherent standard. and retrospect, i believe, is the best eye-opener one could ask for short of a slap in the face.
i’m babbling. just typing out everything that’s going through my mind now. it’s 10:25am according to the clock on my work pc, which i’ve just realised i’ve never named. i have little time left to christen it, but should i bother? this is the point when the sentient cpu springs into action, deleting my post and erasing all my files (and potential recyclables) with a mirthless chuckle.
i need to sleep.
nintendo ds lite shopping with my favourite fashionista this saturday. oh, and mister a too la. i can’t wait. :)
talk about keeping an impersonal blog.
anyway, we’re nearing the end of the 2 month countdown since i threw in my resignation. ‘threw’ perhaps being too strong a word. rather, i meekly slid letters with an unsteady hand under the doors of the MD, GM, GM, ECD, CD and finance director on a (working) sunday night.
i’ve given my best (well, mostly) these 2 and a half years at bates, and i can give it no longer. time for a change i guess, which my soon-to-be-ex colleagues should understand seeing as how “change” is their new favourite annoying catchphrase of the century. :p
admittedly i’ve had fun despite alleged mental and physical torture (puhleeeez, bitch). i’ve met and befriended some lovely, funny, warm, cute and wonderful people most of whom made their grand exits much earlier, been to enough parties and launches (invitations to which would not normally be extended to my unimportant self) learned, and loved, the ropes of production work, and yadda yadda yadda of course i like to believe i’ve actually learned something and become a better COPYWRITER.
all in caps too, motherfucker.
why? because i don’t shy away from that label. it’s not like i imagine myself some new budding seed author, out to revive the malaysian writing scene or some blue-eyed twat graduate from 95% (don’t terasa, hex. love you!) who works on a telco account and hence is too good for the world. advertising is as horrible and soul-stealing as you make it to be, and as much as i kvetch and moan about the late hours and horrible budgets (and especially the dead weight) i really think i love what i do.
new beginnings are scary, but i cling on to my “same same” belief that i’ll still be treading familiar territory.
kisses to the people who made my life a happier, shinier one. and a big “fuck you” to the small, petty people who went out of their way make a young girl at her first job miserable. you may have succeeded for a while, but come on, we all know i’m way bigger than that.
ciao, bella.
this is a fine example of “kids” (don’t get anal on me, i know how old i am) and how the standard of work across industries is suffering thanks to some really superb grade one ego. if you use random ellipses and imagine the malaysian education system to be any sort of accurate gauge of your queen’s english (case in point: enough classmates scored an ‘A’ for the SPM engrand exam and fucking failed the 1119) and especially think that standardising your english doesn’t matter, then you’re a fucktwat. plain and simple.
then again, there was never any doubt in my mind about the mental instabilities of this wannabe journalist (baby would hurl seeing how any retard today can claim dibbs on the journalist label), seeing as how she once sent me a message about a ‘friend’ and how he “told her the truth about me” *insert psycho bitch statement here* thing is, it was zachary. i mean that was so 20 million years ago and who in their right mind even gives a shit anymore? i guess key words here being “right mind”.
can ms. grammar advise me whether i should tuck my periods in or keep it out? it’s supposedly british vs american, so it doesn’t make a difference says she. might as well drop your u’s as well, you twat!
here’s the full post in all its eye-twitching, knee-jerking glory. i’d say just in case the original post is taken down, but am guessing someone has too much “integrity” for that.
When you first graded my in-class writing I was miffed that you picked on my touchy spot – grammar. As an aspiring journalist, NOBODY…and I mean NOBODY gets away when they pick on my English. In my 11 years of primary and secondary education I never ever got below an A for English so hands off, you grammar mama. But I let it slide because I admit that I could use less words to express myself instead of the lengthy, long-winded way I write. When C complains how senile and forgetful you are, how talkative and boastful of your achievements, I reasoned that you are not as bad as she thinks, just that you’re experienced and mature.I tolerated your long-winded lectures, your constant memory lapses and grammar-correcting ways but you took the cake when you downgraded my Credit to a Pass! 68% to 59%? I was 2 marks away from a Distinction and now I’m a mark away from Credit just because you thought that I should not use American English but I should use British English? There is no difference in meaning with the words “organization” and “organisation”, Ma’am.
Majority of lecturers I know don’t even bat an eyelash when they come across minor “grammar” mistakes like you do. In fact, they don’t even consider it an issue but you make it sound like I wrote lYk DyS in your paper. I have prided my blog as a place for no vulgarities but here’s a big Fuck You!
btw, comments are moderated. fuck you too!
went to baby’s for raya. mima’s chicken was yummilicious (and spicy!) as usual. i dropped by in my shorts and tank top then stole baby’s kebaya to add to the raya feel. have gained enough around me middle that it was a very very snug fit.
yc was already stuffing her face when i got there. we then adjourned to the patio for peppermint tea, ciggies and gossips (which pipa found terribly boring).
yc suddenly acting cute in the midst of talking because the camera was on her. tsk tsk. mengada.
pretending to be a datin.
the light effect that baby totally cannot pull off. FAIL. hahaha.
holding my tummy in. literally.
pipa’s photo of us. <3
the best ad i’ve seen this year.
loading time is a bitch (considering streamyx and their pathetic speeds ALL THIS MONTH), but is it ever worth it.
click it, click it!
no wonder nur will be at cloth & clef la. looks like baby’s camwhoring camera also arrived just in time.
i’m super blur. dunno how i didn’t realise it was TAG tonight.
salawrong ‘spinning’ (inverted commas their own) from 10:30pm onwards. i think kenny just wet himself at the news. freakshow.
so, baby, lains, nur, see you tonight?
i <3 david shrigley too.
siau charboh really layan me and wrote a post (90%) in bahasa.
I know, I know some of you must think, “ZOMG! T2 is like soooo 2007…” *rolls eyes* Maaf, saya tak secool kamu. Saya memang tak mampu nak tukar kamera digital setiap 2 bulan. Ye, saya memang seorang yang minimalist. Saya akan menggunakan kamera digital itu sehingga ia sudah hampir tidak bernyawa. Dalam pada ia sedang nyawa-nyawa ikan itu juga, saya akan terus berusaha sedaya mungkin untuk membuatkan ia berfungsi.
Ingin juga saya ketengahkan di sini bahawa fenomena DSLR telah menular di kalangan anak-anak muda dengan kadar yang agak melampau. Syabas saya ucapkan kepada mereka yang berjaya dan tahu menggunakan segala fungsi yang ditawarkan oleh kamera-kamera DSLR. Tetapi, kepada mereka (maaf jika ada yang tersinggung– terutamya golongan perempuan) yang sanggup menghabiskan duit ibu-bapa/PTPTN untuk membeli kamera D90, D50 dan lain-lain semata-mata untuk subjek Photo Communications 101 (saya tak berapa pasti akan digitnya) atau untuk tampak cool di acara-acara libur seperti Bijou Bazaar dan Threads Zoo (mahupun di kelab-kelab malam yang memainkan lagu Indie dan Electro) tetapi hanya menggunakan mode ‘Auto’ all the way… ingin saya nasihatkan, berhenti kan sahaja lah niat kamu. Kamera point-and-shoot kan lebih sesuai dimana;
1. Ia senang diguna pakai. Cuma perlu set kan sahaja ke mode yang sesuai dengan keadaan/suasana;
2. Kecil, boleh dimuatkan ke dalam tas tangan atau poket;
3. Tidak perlu mengecilkan mata untuk melihat ke dalam tingkap view-finder dan
4. Boleh digunakan dengan satu tangan (jika kamu bukan di bawah pengaruh alkohol yang melampau).Tetapi, jika kamu tetap berkeras untuk mengangkut kamera DSLR itu ke hulu ke hilir, silakan.
i am tickled, but mainly awestruck by this amazing performance a good 6 years (yeah 6, she damn old ok) after SPM.
ok gotta sleep now. meeting tomorrow. *knees knocking*
watch me and tell me this isn’t just too awesome. one man ac/dc cover band who sounds like jack white.
