chaka chaka

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.

warioland for wii

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.

have been really fretting over my little belly which is ugly as it isn’t adorable.

found some exercise videos on youtube and it’s my 2nd day trying to keep up with nicole, “one of spark people’s fitness experts”. i was slightly disdainful seeing as nicole isn’t your typical lean mean slavedriver. (in fact, i thought her slightly on the chubby side.) she instead possesses a rather sweet, chirpy and un-trainerlike demeanor.

so i watched the video till the end before making any sort of attempt to mimic her effortless movements. and since there apparently wasn’t any need for a warm-up, i was a tad overconfident.

ok, fine. i was like “wtf. that looks too easy.”

“if you can, we’re going to try speed it up,” chirped nicole.

“why wouldn’t i be able to?” i snorted (in my head).

needless to say, i didn’t last through even a third of the 15-minute ab workout.

tiu, you can so smart, can or not?

i’m currently at my heaviest weight. ever. and it’s a big letdown.

about a year ago i shook my fist at the heavens and made a booming declaration that, by god, life would be absolutely fucking perfect if i were but 10 pounds heavier.

late suppers (mmmm, salmon pizza and ikan pari) never made any impact before but methinks age is catching up with my amazing metabolism. the first indication that anything was amiss was when i had trouble squeezing into my levi’s.  ass getting bigger.

the second warning was when my skinny jeans popped open when i bent to pick stuff up. i attributed it to water retention and hormonal changes (period mah, be glad i didn’t throw water at people in the cinema), but it was actually tummy getting bigger.

my family poked fun at me. ma even went so far as to say she only gained weight after having her first kid (i.e. me). then it hit me like a ton of fei zhu yeuk. i’m not her age when she had her first kid. i’m not 18 anymore. i’m two decades older than my little cousins. i’m an aunty!

all aunties deserve a little tummy as a sign of a life well lived or some old-fangled chinese belief. (but someone insists it shows a healthy consumption of beer.)

with the stress at work caused by primadonna princess art directors, you’d think i’d have wasted away by now.

and no, i’m not enjoying the unequaly distributed 10 pounds. i wish it were all on my boobs. but as my youngest aunt said “you never gain it there.”

so after gushing about google chrome for a bit, i decided i couldn’t live without my add-ons. like yeah, what do i really need? really.

• adblock for all that nuffnang/advertlets bullshit.
• colorzilla for colour-picking without having to keep opening photoshop. kthxverymuch.
• delicious integration with bookmarks. yummy.
• download helper has been great since youtube ripper kicked the bucket it’s up again now, but oh well. best used with super for video conversion.
• fast dial. super awesome. opens up a personally configured grid of bookmarks with auto-refresh screenshots. my setup shown below.

  

• fireftp. simple ftp program. been using this for yonks now.
• fontfinder. relatively new addition. haven’t had the chance to use it fully yet, but looks to come in handy.
• foxmarks bookmark synchroniser. works well for a stalker like me. but now i’ve to wipe the work pc. *shifty-eyed*
• measure it. another webdesigner’s tool which i haven’t got much use out of yet. but is nice for grids and divs. *geekface*
• read it later. a great innovation from the idea shower. in theory at least. been saving bookmarks to “read later” but have procrastinated for almost a good year or so.
• stumbleupon. new sites + delicious bookmarking and i am on my way to ruling the world. muahahaha.

vanity applied liberally in all aspects of my life. shiny happy browser equals shiny happy stalker.