ludicrously speaking

Tossing between work and meetings, I’ve also found time aside to meet new people and build my social network. I come home everyday practically drained but feeling fulfilled. That’s definitely the way to go about working and I do hope this momentum persist.

There’s more to be said, but I need my rest. I’ll try to sneak some time to blog again soon. Cheers guys. Wish me luck!

P/S: Go watch THANK YOU FOR SMOKING! It’s an awesome film! It’ll crack you up with its cynical humour. An honest and powerful movie that deals with reality and gives morality a kick in the ass. I love it so much, I’ve already secured myself a gigantic poster from a friend! Whoopie!

This advert or public message sent a fuzzy feeling all over me. It’s so close to heart and really makes you aware of the importance of kinship. You guys might have seen it. If not, I hope none of you end up tearing because i nearly did.*gasp* bloody sissy…yea yea yea.

我希望自己能果斷點，說了就做！不要再被婆媽的個性连累!!

I believe I was somewhat caught between the freaks and the geeks.

I had a partner-in-crime doing all sorts of weird shit with: We defied our teacher submitting all sorts of nonsense in our essay assignments, mostly of how our pet dog (the class idiot a.k.a. ultimate geek) like licking our behinds; during our excursion at the zoo, we pretended to bong an animal statue in front of little kindergarten kids simply because we could. Er…ok, that’s enough for the freak bit.

Being absolutely terrified of my mum (she’ll always threatened to come to school to see my teacher for the most minor of things), I was your typical balless mummy’s boy. To add injury to insult, I was in Chinese society – probably the largest congregation of chinese nerds who reads SUN TSI Warfare books for recreation and kept their Vivian Chow posters as covers for their file folder or book wrappers for them to jerk off to. Did I mentioned I was also the chairman of this herd of nerds? My…I don’t know who was the biggest geek then.

So yes, I was a FREEK of nature, it remains a part of who I am and will always be. But I don’t think I’ll bong a statue in public anytime soon or join some cyber-games association to impress my geeky peers. Hopefully I’ve evolved. Hmm… although its hard to find a 25 year-old man geeky. Think they have another word for it.

Ah yes…Loser.

See Part One

Except for the complexities of the project looming, i’ve been trying to understand the intrigue way in which people communicate and connect. How some people are just more effective than others just by the way they handle things. Take this lady I’m working with for example, she’s a stereotypical go-getter. She’s driven and knows her way around everything. People involved seemed to be influenced by her efficiency and her no-nonsense management approach. Assertive and strong-willed but always plays her tactics smoothly - often ending a long dreary meeting with delectable treats at fancy restaurants (I’ve been warned to watch my weight working with her).

She doesn’t waste time trying to explain every single thing to me, she fully trust that i’m in control and knows my place. In fact, she’s so assuring she lets me off halfway through a meeting and tells me she’ll keep in touch and update me on the situation.

Of course this is but just the beginning of the project where my main role as graphic designer is still not in full swing. Crunch-time’s in about a week. Until then, i guess i won’t see beyond my brimming admiration for this person.

This is huge. It’s a once in a lifetime opportunity that’s too good to miss. I mean, what’s there to lose? I have nothing at this very point in time to hold me back and I’ll come off it learning heaps for sure.

I’ve taken the plunge, I’m back in the rat race.

The only reason i ever tune to the Hallmark Channel on Channel 17 is to watch The Nanny. Period. I don’t get the rest of their programmes. In 20 years i will and that’s only a maybe. On Sundays, they have The Nanny marathons showing like 5 episodes back to back. I can just sit infront of the google box accompanied with food and drinks and have an ideal day just cracking up on Fran Drescher’s silly antics.

But not today, going in to help out at Actually… where another nasal pitch character comes to life in a less desirable form of my boss. Muahaha.

I accompanied my mum to the doctor’s today. Don’t worry, my mum is perfectly fine and in the pink of health. She went for botox. For the record, it was not all for vanity sake. Her forehead had been bruised from a dent she’s inflicted on herself for a while now. Botox seemed like the only way to raise and tighten that patch of skin in a quick painless manner that could finally put her at ease.

While waiting for her, I paid a nearby hair-care clinic a visit. I figured I should finally seek medical help in my crown area. I’ve been dropping hair since 2 years back when I was still on Roccutane, apparently that medication had a slight side effect incurring hair loss. It was particularly evident for my case. When I told the doctor about the occurrence of my hair problems, he was expectedly…bewildered.

Doc: You were on Roccutane? I think you shouldn’t have taken it. It was too harsh a medication for you. Did your skin doctor advise you before prescibing such a strong pill?

I don’t know whether I should be complimented or feel sore for the lack of empathy there. It’s hard to tell people the kind of nightmare I’ve been through in the worse stages of acne - when even washing your face hurts and you just wanna put a paper bag over your head when stepping out of the house. Every freaking moment wishing you could tear your face out just to start anew.

Enough is enough.

Most acne sufferers do not like their photos taken during their troubled times and therefore have no means to prove their conditions when they eventually recover…well, that’s where I differ. I took these set of photos when it was near the peak of my acne breakout. I repeat, this was NEAR the peak…not even there yet!

Pics taken in 2003.

Convinced? Even friends who had seen me in my worse stage refuses to think my condition was as bad as I had claimed. Even though time erases all wounds, having physically experienced and gone through all the mental torture, it still hits home when people dismisses your struggle.

So please, do not even begin questioning my hair issues. I do have one and don’t think I’m overreacting.