perks of being one of the top man in ad agency

monthly salary:

at least above 20k.

campany car:
something at least worth over 300k.

fucking or having sexual relationship with the female staff:
priceless.

分离是为了下一次的相聚。

"every departure is happened for the next reunion"

literally translated from the chinese saying.

my pose

Find your own pose!

Toboggan Traits and Tendencies

Tobogganeers are always one step in front of their peers; they're first to buy a house, first to microdermabrate, first to spend more than a thousand dollars on a rug. Yet in their rush to get ahead of the curve, Toboggan couples sometimes find themselves racing in two entirely different directions. If they don't check in frequently to make sure they're both on the same track, they can grow impressively far apart, and it can take a great deal of painful maneuvering and many late-night talks before they reconnect once again.

Comfort Zone
Toboggan is a Sun Sleeper pose. Other Sun poses a Tobogganeer might enjoy include Big C Little c, Classic Spoons, and The Heimlich.

A Note About Feeding Tobogganeers have two modes
fed and calm, and unfed and frantic. To prevent bickering and other erratic behaviors, always keep the pantry and glove box well stocked with a supply of crackers and spreadables.

(not sure if it's true, except the last paragraph...)

happy birthday, weirdo.

today is my birthday. for an anti-social like me, i guess am considered as a popular one in the office. i received:

1. numerous sms greeting since this morning.
   
2. a nice teapot set from few good collegues last 2 weeks, an early present.
3. an expensive lunch from june n angie yesterday.
4. a cute little red boot from my brand team, but this is not all...
5. plus a rich n moisten zong toi banana choc cake, from my brand team again, n studio fellas.
6. a sexy red thong tht my ass wil never fit in, from emily n lisan.
7. a hug from emily this morning.
8. few handshakes since yesterday...
9. n a cute little cat toy with big sorrow eyes (tht make me hang him...)
10. a watermelon juice on donno june or angie this evening.

jus yesterday i told my photographer tht all my life, being an rude n impatient person i am, am lucky to hav a bunch of ppl who r matured enough around me to take my daily nonsense. (n i told angie n june the same thing again during gift no.10 session)

i hav nothing to thank u guys enough for these, thank u.

a superstar in the making

i was rushing for this job right after the bali trip. i must say i had so much fun doin this shoot. thanks kamal, luv u lah!

the great task is accomplished.

phew! i finally put up my bali trip in a new blog. it was sweat n effort to finish this task slotted in between the crazy work schedule. hope u guys enjoy reading it as i enjoyed the trip - bali may 2006

this is to the corporate hyenas

am born to be a slacker. when other ppl take 5-6 hrs drive to penang, i take bout 8-9, simply becos i don like to rush myself if it's not necessary. but am efficient, n at most time am a responsible person, i know it sounds sickening tht am praising myself here, but when u see my work record, u wud hav to agree with me.

when i hav a deadline i'll make my way to achieve it unless shitty circumstances happen like computer breaks down or printer is technically screwed. so basically i don need reminders to tell me wat to do. n i must say i hate to be bounded by silly timelines like:

if i giv u minor revision at 2pm, u must revert the changes by 5pm. if major changes, then revert by 8pm... kind of CRAP.

oso, the most important point is, am fucking rebellious.

u see, am stil an old teenager. if someone keeps nagging n nagging n nagging bout something i shud do... i wud stop doin it. n this is the reason am writing a blog here n surfing net instead of i shud get my ass worked on some jobs.

oh yes another thing is, besides of my pets, no one is entitled to show me attitude. u give me an inch, i'll giv u a yard. rest assured, i hav plenty of attitude to repay.

part II : go back to the mud!

further on from the part I story bout hearing a woman screamed n cried in d late night... i seriously hav doubt on our police's capability. it was my 1st time reporting such domestic violence case to the police. when the call got thru, i gave d policeman all my details including my address, even my phone number, to proof tht this is definately not a crank call. after presenting myself, i told them d reason i called, n i clearly stated the house number which the incident was taken place. i must admit i was a bit chicken shit when i made the call, i cant predict wat wil happen to me if tht family know i reported them, so i told the policaman not to disclose my identity, n he said: "yes yes." then i hung up.

i was still working at home then, about 15 mins later, my dogs barked like crazy. i looked out from d window, i saw the police car right smack in front of my house, with the siren light flashing like a concert. d well-fed policeman asked: "did u call us? wat is wrong?" i said: "i hav nothing wrong here. the house u r supposed to check it out is no.7, not mine no.1, u didnt get the msg right?"

wat the fuck??? i thought they wont disclose my identity??? they don need to annouce but they were making a scene in front of my house n the whole street knows i contacted them right? someone is gonna bleed for this i told myself.

i called back the police station n blasted them a nasty complain, after shooting the bullets in words (in english), the policeman passed the line to a policewoman, i heard him saying in bahasa - "i hav no idea wat she is talking about" i repeated the content of my complain to the policewoman, n she is asking stupid questions in bahasa. i gave up at tht moment, i told her: " i don think u understand a word i said. go back n study ur english." i hung up.

am not someone who is capable to use deep n literature english, i always speak n write simple english tht everyone who has been to school wil understand. i seriously donno which part of my english trouble these pea-size-brain ppl. if they cant understand d simple english i spoke, i wonder how do they assist foreigners who face problems in our country? this is such a shame!

hearing n reading complains bout our police in public media is not something new, but experience it personally is an eye opener. cos i can confirm to u now, they cant even take a call or message correctly in english. they r better off to roll n play in the mud, n be happy in it.

fuck.

part I: u think u r strong? bastard.

i heard a woman screaming n crying like mad at bout 11.30pm on monday night. it reminds me of wat i heard every sunday, a domestic violence behind the house, when i was staying at usj9. even i didnt witness with sight but hearing the wife screamed, cried, banging on the wall, n the kitchen wares smashed to d floor... oredi gave me a vivid scene on how the wife might be brutally beaten up. i was hesitate if i shud report the case to the police, each time i told myself - "if, if it happens again, i wil report the bastard to the police" but i never done anything to help. later, tht family moved.

when i heard same thing happened jus few doors next to my house tht night, even it's the first time, i called the police right away. i donno my interference helps but things like this shud be stopped. it's disturbing.

it's a pity how an emotion turns from love to hate, n leads to physical violence. think of this - she is someone u love, or used to love. of cos things like this takes two hands to clap but no matter how, it shud not involve physical attack...

* the police came, but i got really mad v them... it has nothing to do with this title so i'll put the story in another chapter (when am free...)