Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Monday, October 29, 2007
Who's up for a free drinking and makan session at my office in exchange for a 1 hour chat with you on your views on beer? We even have Guinness Draught in the office now!
The sessions will take place on Wed, 31 Oct and Thurs, 1 Nov at 7pm onwards.
In order to qualify, you need to be:
- 25 - 27 years old
- Blue and White collar
- Non advertising / PR / Media and alcohol industry related work background
- Chinese and Indian
- Heard of Guinness brand, tasted the drink but Guinness is usually not their first choice of drink. (We are not looking for regular Guinness drinkers in this instances).
If you meet the criteria above, please send me a note or buzz me.
If not, please pass the word to your friends. I'm sure they'd thank u for telling them about free beer.
I need names by tomorrow, Tues 30th Oct. please. Thanks!
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Bubbles has another hobby! And yes it’s a real hobby by the right definition.
Paul recently bought me a bear from Starbucks, from their Bearista Series. I was a bit skeptical at first since the green apron he was wearing states ‘
So my new hobby is collecting Starbucks Bearistas!
He’s called MalBear. I’m going to name them with the first syllable of the city they are from followed by ‘Bear’. So a Starbucks bear from Phuket will be called ‘PhuBear’,
So instead of buying me magnets and key chains, you now know what to buy as a souvenir.
Looqy is in
Choon Yeen is in
Gowri is in
Cindy and Wendy are in
Vy Wonn is in
Lance, Gary Bar Slut, Papa Alf, George, Kenny and Reinti are in
So that’s NewBear, LonBear, MelBear, SydBear, HongBear & SingBear!
And so many more friends from all around the world!
And that’s not a hint since I’m being up front about it.
Revelation is happening again this weekend! But no I’m not going this time.
After what Revelation revealed last year, where:
- We got so drunk by 10pm that we almost didn’t make it to the rave.
- We lost half of our crew before we even entered the gates.
- One guy got into a fight with the bouncers and got his shirt torn so he had to walk around half naked.
- Another group who drove up from
- One guy who tried to vault over the barrier in front of the stage, hoping to land on the stage, only to fly 5 feet into the air and land on his 2 front teeth, break them and also sustained a nasty gash on his shin which needed stitching in the hospital in the next state.
That was way too much drama for one party. Even by my pre-clubbing-retirement standards.
As Sin Cyn, Michelle Stays On The Seashore and I drove past Ikea, Sin Cyn commented that Ikea has named a book shelf after my wallaby, Billy.
I said that I have been so busy these days that I have been neglecting Billy.
Then Sin Cyn says that I’ve been neglecting Facebook.
Then Michelle Stays On The Seashore says that I’ve been neglecting myself.
Which is so true!
Work has been crazy these days and I’m extremely stressed. I’m handling 2 major campaigns with many small jobs in between. And there are 5 other major campaigns which will be briefed in soon.
On Monday, I thought it was Tuesday. Today is Thursday but I thought it was Friday. Time is warping for me.
After rushing like mad at work, I usually meet Paul for dinner, then go home to watch the telly, read a bit and sleep. That’s my day 5 days of the week.
I’m missing out on my reading. I’m now reading Haruki Murakami’s The Wind Up Bird Chronicle. At the rate I’m going, I’ll probably take one whole month to finish it.
Other things I would like to read are:
- newspapers which I get to read once a week and it’s usually a week old. So I rely on friends to tell me when something major haps happened.
- Newsweek to know about issues from around the world but I cancelled my subscription when I realized that I have 12 issues piled up, most of them still in their plastic envelopes.
- Adoi and Media but that’s the same situation of Newsweek. I’m in advertising but I hardly have time to read publications on advertising or even the ads in the papers which I’ve produced. Good thing we have a nice lady in the office who goes though the news papers everyday and cut out the ads which we did as well as the competitive ads. Or we’ll never manage to catch them.
- Motivational books such at the ‘Science of Success’ which I found to be interesting and have read the first few chapters but I’m not a how-too kind of book reader so it takes me even longer to finish a book.
- Other people’s blogs. But I don’t even have time to post on my own blog, what more read and comment on friend’s blogs.
I need to slow down. I need a holiday.
Now where will I find the time to plan a holiday?
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
One year, we’re daring each other to down double shots, refusing to leave the club after closing because we want to dance some more ……. Or we’re dancing and drinking and have not realized that the club was closed an hour ago….. And the next year, we’re meeting up in the afternoon drinking chrysanthemum and soya bean, cooing and carrying our friends’ babies at other friends’ baby full moon parties.
I know I have, most of my friends have, retired from clubbing but this was almost a shock to the system to realized that in such a short time, the clubbing lifestyle which we have known and lived for so many years is so long behind us that if I turn around to look, I can hardly even get a whiff of stale alcohol and cigarettes nor hear clinking glasses and incessant laughter induced by one too many shots.
We club, we meet people, we hook up, and suddenly people are getting married and having kids. I’m still trying to wrap my head around the idea, the concept, the new lifestyle which I need to come to terms with.
It’s not that I miss clubbing. Far from it. These days, I almost dread it when I go into a club and have to accept being jostled around, bad service and drunken people around me either puking or starting a fight. Like Marsupial asked one day above the music so loud you have to yell at each other, “Why did we ever enjoy this?!!!”
I still relish the idea of clubbing, of how good it used to be. Of how I used to loved it. Of how my entire week never goes smoothly if I didn’t club on at least on day of the weekend.
Now all I want to do is stay home, read a book, watch DVDs and just hang out with Paul. Beside the age and finding a good partner, the domesticated lifestyle is also brought about by over clubbing. Clubbing for 15 years, 10 of it which were hard core over several times a week, can do that to you.
My friends who have retired from clubbing are off having babies. Chris A, the ex DJ in Viva, the club which was THE club of our clubbing era, has a baby boy who’s going to turn a year old in a few days. My best friend, Fruitcake has Isabelle who’s also my god daughter. Wendy does not have kids yet but is recently married and has been ready for babies for a long time now. We all just attended Sue Ann’s baby Kay Lee’s full moon party on Saturday. While being around my friends and their babies does not make my maternal instincts kick in (I suspect I do not have maternal instincts anyway), I know that things will never be remotely the same again.
Even Fruitcake talks to me differently now. She says that I’ll understand better after I have had by own kids. Isn’t that obvious? Having a baby is such a life changing, monumental event in a person’s life. And people who are non parents would never be able to experience the same emotions a parent is put through.
I guess what I’m saying is that I need to accept that there is a pattern in life. We grow up, go to school, make friends and promise we’ll be friends forever, leave them behind to go to college and university where we’ll make more friends, drink and club like these is no tomorrow, do a few stupid things and blame it on youth and the alcohol, graduate, go out to work, buy a car, and a house, make more friends, continue clubbing but in more sophisticated clubs drinking more sophisticated drinks, meet more people, asses them for life partnership, get married, have kids, bring them up, work hard to pay of the housing loan and the car loan and plan to save up half a million for the kid’s future.
Our kids will then repeat the cycle in similar fashion.
When I was 21, I opposed the idea of marriage. Now I’m buying bridal magazines and talking to people about their weddings, and planning to plan for one (note that I’m not planning for a wedding).
When I was 28, I still could not fathom having kids. Now I’m warming to the idea though I’ve not totally accepted it. People do it all the time so I ask myself, why would I want to have a child? And no matter that I come up with and who I ask, all the reasons seems really selfish to me.
“I like babies”? - Well they do grow up to be fully grown adults and we know from experience that not all of them are going to be cute or remain cute. There’s a lot to be said about cuteness.
“It’s the thing to do” – Say’s who? Society? Is society going to take care of you when you’re feeling deranged and about to break down at 3 in the morning because the baby has been crying all night and you don’t know what’s wrong? Or when you want to send your kid to the best university but can’t afford it?
“So that they can take care of me when I’m older” – Now, this I find is the most selfish reason of all. Besides, I real doubt the family unit, even in
Okay this is me, pre-motherhood talking. I’m sure my views will change in a few years.
Just like how I could not get though a weekend of not clubbing and now I dread it, perhaps in the next few years, I’ll also find my own answer to the creation of life during the journey of parenthood, in the next few stages in the pattern of life.
Thursday, October 04, 2007
It feels like I loose 15 minutes every morning and evening night.
I wake up at 9am, potter around a bit while getting ready for work. I look at the clock again and it’s 9.30am. I gather my stuff, check that I have everything and I leave the house and walk to my car. When I get it, I look at the clock at it states “09:45”. It couldn’t have taken me 15 minutes to ride the lift and get to my car!
And at night, at about midnight when I’m ready to get into bed, I slide in and cover myself with the duvet, get comfortable and look at the clock and it’s 12.15am!
Where do those first and last 15 minutes of my day go to?
It’s a phenomenon. Like when you put a load of laundry into the machine. At the end of the cycle, you have all your clothes minus one sock. So what happened to the other sock? It’s one of those unexplainables.
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
September is finally over and very soon I’ll be paying my debt for birthday presents for all the September babies.
To Fruitcake, Harry, Kenny, Dale, Lola, Dawn, Michelle, Ling, Kit, Hau, Olivia,
It’s not surprising that there are more September babies than any other months since Christmas and New Year and the year end holiday season is 9 months earlier.
What is surprising is why there aren’t even more.
Many of my friends can pin point exactly when their kids were conceived. Christmas, New Year and Labour Day holidays seem to be months of high conception.
Today has been a day of procrastination. There’s a long list of things to do but we all don’t want to do it.
We’ve been racing our Spring Treat My Little Ponies and squeaking our tortoises instead. It’s definitely a whole lot more fun than doing up projected costings and writing creative briefs.
Right now there is a whole bunch of people shouting and chasing each other with a blow up baton as well as a real metal baton. There’s also a lot of shouting. I have no idea what’s going on.
But shouting and chasing is a distraction and an excuse for more procrastination.
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
For all the short comings of our country which includes:
- our weak currency which means our holidays are confined to a handful of neighbouring countries unless we want to spend 2 months of salary on 4 days of holiday
- demolition of buildings with cultural or historical significance
- the mortal danger we’re exposed to be it in our homes, in our cars and in the streets which is getting worst each day
among many other gripe we have but have learnt to live with.
Today, my experience at the immersion department warrants a big fat brownie point to our country and the government service in my books.
I went to the Immigration Department at 9am today with Michelle Stays On The Sea Shore (formerly known as Michelle Shell) to renew our passports. We lined up in front of machines in a room called KIPPAS for about 20 minutes before it was our turn.
We then placed our old passports into a slot and slipped our MyKad into another slot. Then we scanned out thumb prints and clicked a few buttons on the touch screen and inserted RM300 after which a receipt was produced.
The friendly officers in the room were smiling and happily told us to collect our passports on the first floor of the building in 2 hours.
2 hours?!! But we used to wait one whole week to collect our passports. Could this be true? Could the government system improve that much within the last few years? Sure I heard of the automated system a few years ago but there were so many problems at launch.
Hoping for the best and still feeling skeptical, Michelle Stays On The Sea Shore and I went to Starbucks for coffee and cigarettes and 1 ½ hours later, trotted back to the Immigration Department, got a number and got our passports within 10 minutes!
Which means from the time of completed submission and full payment, we received our passport in UNDER 2 hours.
I’m totally amazed.
Monday, October 01, 2007
And I’m done. Yup, it’s a 10 minute meeting for which we have to get up really early to read from a piece of paper. The only upside is that we get breakfast. Today’s was sandwiches only though. And I was looking forward to some mee
Due to the gloomy weather, less than half the people showed up for the meeting.
If one is late, one will be charged RM10 which goes into a kitty which either goes to charity or for a big party at the end of the year.
On days like this, I think I rather pay the RM10 for another 1 hour in bed.
But I’m too responsible an employee for that. The guilt will ensure I won't be able to enjoy the extra hour in bed. Then the RM10 would not be justified.
What a start to the day.
Mondays are terrible enough. It’s much worst when we’re all forced to be in the office by 8.30am to read a stupid piece of paper which states the status of our jobs which we filled in ourselves on Friday and sent to the managers, only to reiterate it on Monday morning to the entire team who is not bothered by any one else’s job but their own.
It’s a gloomy, rainy Monday! We should all be in bed right now.