ludicrously speaking

I woke at day-break. Lying on my bed, in the stark emptiness of my head i began to hear the progressive ticking of a vintage timepiece.

~Tick tick tick tick tick….. “Time goes by, so slowly…..time goes by, so slowly….”~

Yes. Madonna was in full stereo up in my cerebrum. I was recently treated to her latest fabulous record, Confession on the DanceFloor. The album consist of heart thumping, jive talking songs bound to set ya mood to hit…well, literally the dancefloor. Even though most of the songs in it felt like Kylie’s replicas, the Queen of Pop seldom disappoints. I had the insatiable urge to pluck myself off the mattress to test run this record. And so I did.

At 0700hrs, I found myself picking up my pace along a joggers path towards the intersection of Bishan and Toa Payoh with the Material Girl loaded up in my trusty iPOD Shuffle (whoever disses the iPOD Shuffle have never tried running with it before. I bet they all have big pot bellys and child rearing hips…hahaha). And take my word for it, whatever works your body in the clubs, works for sports. I had such a reinvigorating morning exercise clocking in a modest 4km and surprisingly, still felt like I could run more. This was definitely a good sign as in less than 2 weeks time I’ll need to be physically prepared for the annual Standard Chartered Marathon.

I cannot wait.  ~tick tick tick tick tick~

Eyes closed, I drew a long breathe of air into my body and then released all my surged up anxiety. Distant memories flicker, triggering the mechanics of space and time taking me to a place where my worn soul finds solace. A sense of peace engulfs me like never before.

It took a while, but i’ve finally figured out how to set up my photo albums here. Haha. Things are heating up…keke.

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The captured moments of that fateful night.

The masquerade began in a crowded room with people dressed to the nines. I went in the character of a Nicole Highway collapse victim. Haha.. i know. It’s rather distasteful if you think about it, but wait till you see people decked in terrorist getup… ah..then anything goes really.

Here’s me with Wei. She calls her get up Sadako Nina or something like that… dun really know the whole concept behind it, but its supposedly Japanese with a hint of rocker chick. I think she’s paying homage to the Memoirs of a Geisha more than anything. Scary.

Pat came in her Cleopatra costume. I wonder where all that dark eyeshadow and eyeline went to? Makeup lacking in effort! But her gorgeous head of curls kinda worked well with the head-dress. She is a xiao cha bo, dun be deceive by this demure photo of her! Haha.

We were part of the annual Halloween Bus entourage an exclusive event, invites only by association. We went bar/pub hopping around Mohamed Sultan before making our way to places like zouk and dxo…erm…which didn’t happen for me…
Anyways, so here we are at Double O. The bouncers are vicious! They literally force burning tequila down your throat before you are allowed entry! No one seemed to have an issue with that.

“Here! Have some of my piss! Er…i mean bliss…. haha. Be happy and make merry!”

I must have been so intoxicated that i swear i saw Shrek that night. Hmm… puzzling. I think she must have drank too much for her own good. See how alcohol is bad for your skin now?

Drunk enough to think i saw Alex To taking a picture with my frd? Would you believe if i told you the evil looking boy right in front wasn’t in the picture when we took it? Haha… i wouldn’t either.

Somehow the free liquor just kept coming, from friends, friends of friend and people who think i’m their friend. I must have gotten to such a high, i had to take a picture to make sure i wasn’t floating around.

Ah, Jon. My partner in crime since the beginning of time. School mates from those prime years at SA. Got him to come along as he was the perfect party animal to have on a wild night out! Although he looks as though he is a Shaolin monk with his grey suit and bald head, he is actually a terrorist when he puts on his gas mask.

When we finally got onto the bus to make our way to town, we were almost completely gone. Hmm, no reason to stop what we’ve started…

Ah, The Swedish maid. Bet he thinks he was still in Sweden for his holidays…
Guy on the left: “Keep ya mouth off my meatball hya!”

I was almost sure i embarrassed myself in front of this nice lady from Switzerland. I vividly remember her being massively entertained by my antics. She had to tell me her name three times before i got it right! But she was kewl. We laughed til…til…hmm, actually she was the last person i recall talking to the next morning. My memories ended there and then, and naturally so did the photos.

The final bidding shot of the three dead nurses who took our photo.

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I don’t usually fall for promotions.

Haha. Who am I kidding?

Ok, at least I’d like to think I dun fall prey easily, when I do… there must be a strong valid reason in place.

This is my new phone. It came to me as sudden as this piece of information may hit you. I didn’t plan to buy it (although I’ve always lusted for it), nor did I think I would ever get any new gadgets for a while (I’m a little over the “upgrade your phone once ya contract ends” mindset)… but alas! I’m still that predictable chap…haiz…unable to resist the lure of clever marketing. Here’s what I’ve got for paying $188 for the phone with a two-year line and no trade in deal;

1. A Swensen $40 cash voucher
2. A pair of concert tickets to see David Tao Live in Concert
3. A $70 Facial Spa Voucher
last but definitely not the least… a $100 Tangs Shopping Cash Voucher.

How do you say no to an offer like that? I practically got the freaking beauty for free. Plus, the fact that I’m a maxx-online and cable user has off-setted my initial sign up fee, and indirectly reduced my entire monthly bills for all these services by 5%. It was a case of the elements conspiring to make this offer an undeniable, indisputable, unmistakable, guaranteed plus stamp and chop, a slap across the face, confirmed by licking ya hands… ok, you get it. It’s a great deal.

My boss was away yesterday for a trip. I had an out-of-body experience.



I was sitting across the room looking at myself busy working on amendments, every now and then, I would walk over to my boss’s desk to work on his. The phone rang incessantly. I would be smooth-talking a client over the line and at the same time reading an email from another. Print, print, print. Hard copies for our printers to go through, not forgetting the artwork cd to be burned and included. The courier guy is late, I had to call them in case they charge us for the time difference. Oh dear, then I forgot to revert on the show booth dimensions, better tell them before… before I forget to strip in the high-res images into the banners and showcase for otherwise, lord and behold an entire structure of magnified pixelated shots. Hmm, my bladder is tingling, but that’ll have to wait cause she is on the line asking me if I could spare her 10 minutes for a short survey. She has no idea how absurd she is.



I sat up straight and looked at my watch wondering if I had sufficient time to meet the dateline. Then, another call requesting for revision to be done for the umpteen time.



“Hmm, can this be in another colour? How about transparent colour? You think can?”



What the fuck is she talking about? Did she really expect me to give her an answer for that? The only thing that is transparent is your vague intelligence you fucking loser! How about we use a transparent photograph? Or let’s just go ahead and produce an invisible flyer, that’ll really get people talking. Oh! Look what I have here for you, a nice transparent middle finger…



I observed myself and realised I showed no signs of exasperation throughout the entire outburst. I had my poker face on the whole time I was entertaining her on the phone. When I hung up, I just withdrew myself from the moment and continued with my layouts. C spoke to me at intervals, I would laugh and conjure up witty comments. I would sing to the song that was on the radio. I could discern between the 5 working files on exposé, zipping from one to another based on my mental timeline. I even thought of my movie date with j, the time I had to leave for gym and the solace of the coming weekend.



Into the final minutes of a day, I left the office and got onto a cab to make my way home.



But I was still there.

For the past few days I’ve been coming home after 10. I’m OD-ing on work and its not a high, it’s the lowest yet. So many things to write about, so little time. I wanna put up my halloween pictures for some laughs, sharing the highlights from that crazy evening. But time forbids and its not that amusing when I’m practically living a joke from day to day: the guy who claims to follow his passion and lead his carefree lifestyle is munching back his words. Pass the milk please…

Who is this person? How did work get to me so easily?

Once again i was giving my decision to move on some serious thoughts. Oddly, i could sum up each and every little thing i was unhappy about at work, but couldn’t find one good valid reason to stay. What a huge slap on the face that was. Like duh…watcha waiting for?

Yikes… I’m officially the victim of my own destiny. Da pain… da pain…

“If you see the end of my rainbow, draw me a map. Thanks.”

This ad is so good, it’s mind-blowing.

http://www.mcdonalds.com.tw/campaign_2005Nugget/index.htm

If this is not brilliant, i dunno what is.

I am not the person who you see,
I am the silent one inside.
I am not the one who laughs at people’s jokes,
I just pacify their egos.
I am not the things i own.
They are only stops along my way.

I am carrying my voice
I am carrying a heart.
I am carrying an image.
I am carrying my hopes and fears.
But you can’t kill my spirit, for it is strong,
And like a mountain I’ll go on and on.
But when my wings are folded,
The brightly colored moth blends into the dirt into the ground.

And it’s me who is my enemy.
Me who beats me up.
Me who makes the monsters.
Me who strips my confidence.
And it’s me who’s too weak,
And it’s me who’s too shy to ask for the thing I love.

But I love.

I am walking on the bridge,
I am over the water,
And I’m scared as hell
But I know there’s something better.

Yes i know.


- abridged and shamelessly adapted from the song by Miss P.Cole.

Die die die. I think he knows. Could he have sensed it on his own? Or did my confidant let the cat outta the bag? He started rambling about how one must be given time to explore his own ability before jumping to conclusions. Like as though that was not a dead giveaway, he went on to elaborate his point using the example of me leaving the company if things were to go awry. He KNOWS!

This is awkward, but I shouldn’t be. Should i? If he’s prep himself for my departure, then surely he’s been working his brains to get me to stay. This is true because loads of plan have been made in the following year with me included. Boy, I must muster up loads of courage to walk away when its my cue. I will and I shall. Afterall, I’m not leaving because the company didn’t live up to the expectations, I began with none. It’s actually something they cannot offer. Peers. People my age or with the same frequency. Those that could challenge me as an individual, bum off ideas and have a life outside of work… well, basically friends. Not that they aren’t, just that the years apart had taken its toil and it’s just hard for me to try to fit in, I’ve tried but its just taxing.

Yes, I leave. Final!