i talk cock, again.

yesterday the sucker sent us an email regarding how we can hav a second life virtually. i jokingly replied him tht my being in my second life, is actually a slacker. n later he said being a slacker is not tht extraordinary in the virtual world at all (this motherfucker jus has to critisise n insult me even in my second life) n ask us to submit wat we wanna be by today morning.

cut short to how this idea came about, it is indeed an inspiring and interesting thing to do. i did put some thoughts on wat i wanna be then it goes back to my 'dreamer' personality. i jus cant decide wat or who i shud be. n the game is bound by a rule, watever u wanna be, it has to be an artistic side of business. i always wanna be a table so i guesss it doesnt work huh?

then later at night, while i was waiting to sign some finished artworks, the second life came back to haunt me again. i must admit this idea did attract me in certain levels as i hav so many things tht i cant achieve in real life. there's no harm living a virtual life n doin things u never got a chance to do, n no matter how fucked u end up with, no one REALLY die in a virtual world... then i thought i can become a killer. the act can be artistically done but it's illegal. so it doesnt work again. so i went back to my game.

same night around 10pm, i was stil sitting at the same spot, hooked to the game i played for omos 1.5hrs, i wondered if i can be a chef. is being a chef considered an artistic career? i think it is, food is always a piece of art, a genuine n honest art. there's never scams behind food, if the taste sucks, it tastes sucks, fair n square. then i hav the sucker's face floating in the air, rubbing his chin n say: "hmm... chef. not there yet." i decided to stop thinking about my second life anymore...

i left office around 10.20pm without signing the finished artworks, simply becos the changing of an 'a' here n a 'b' there really pissed me off. while i was driving home, i happily decided i stil wanna be a slacker in my second life, this time it's slightly different, i wanna be a slacker who talks cock.

"oh i see i see..."

......

a: "eh i thought they knew each other for quite some time?"

b: "no... they only knew each other when he started to work here."

a: " i see, but from the way she talks to him, i thought they r oredi old buddies."

b: "she doesnt't like him at all. she thinks tht he is so full of himself."

a: "oh i see i see..."

i'm d character 'a' all the time, i'm so blur tht i always hav wrong impression on other ppl's friendship in the office. i heard these type of stuff very often. so much so until last night i gathered this conclusion: in the world of advertising, never take friendship too seriously. the person who always pat on your shoulder n hav a smoking session with u, might actually "doesnt't like u at all. they thinks tht u r so full of urself."

hmm...

eat drink man woman

the black out, the lunch, & the dinner

i love cooking, n am pleased to be given the opportunity to cook for someone again. there's nothing happier than seeing someone indulge in the plain pleasure of food u prepared for them.