The Hidden Lights

Live by your decisions

2012-01-23T01:31:00.002+08:00

Just like you can't take words back once spoken, there are things you can't recapture once passed. I don't want to spend my life looking back, then missing out on what's happening in front of me.

All that's left to do is hope for the best, and push myself to propel forward.

Live by my decisions and hold true to what, and who I believe in.

Since I didn't make a new years resolution list, I'll make a CNY one :)

1. I'll finish writing that graphic novel for Nic & Wai Mun to plonk on the iPad
2. I'll get my stories on the iPad
3. I'll work with RedAntz to get new stories up.
4. I'll keep those close to heart, close to mind. Regardless where they are, or who they are with.
5. I'll get myself a ps3 ;)
6. I'm going to redecorate my room
7. I'm going to get back to ball.
8. I'll work my way to Senior Copywriter by 2013 latest.
9. I will express myself, regardless of how I feel, rather than pent it up.
10. I'll go easy on the frequency of the 'occasional' pint
11. I will step out of my comfort zone and try new things
12. I will learn how to swim
13. I will not look back with regret, but forward with hope.
14. I will keep my distaste or annoyance at certain people under control.
15. I will try not to be someone you love, or hate. Grey is good sometimes.
16. I will try to fix things that I broke. I have precious few friends as it is :)
17. I will go easy on myself, and let myself fail with out feeling it is the end of the world.
18. I will not be all talk (typing in this case).
19. I will submit something for short & sweet.
20. I will live for today, but plan for tommorow.
21. I will not hurt others. verbally or indirectly. no matter how much I think they're a waste of air.
22. I will come back to this list when I don't think I can take another step forward.

Here's to another year.

Oh! And I will bug Amelia to fix my blog design, since she complained abt it! :P

So bitchy la you...

2011-12-30T16:22:00.000+08:00

Touching Eulogy

2011-10-31T14:18:00.002+08:00

God saw you getting tired and a cure was not to be.
So He put His arms around you and whispered "come to me."
With tearful eyes we watched you, and saw you pass away.
Although we loved you dearly, we could not make you stay.
A golden heart stopped beating, hardworking hands at rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us, He only takes the best.

You give me fever.

2011-10-13T14:24:00.000+08:00

Gotta love fevers. I start sweating when I put my jacket on. Shivering when I take it off. Goes without saying I'm in fantabulously shiet mood.

Vince Edwin says
I think
i'm coming down with fever
= =

eunice koekoepuff says
theres a bug going around

Vince Edwin says
yea
its called life
highly contageous
incubation period is 9 months
and lasts the rest of your existence
-_-

eunice koekoepuff says
lol!
idiot

A helping hand

2011-10-13T12:39:00.000+08:00

Gotta love puppies and babies.

At times, you get a helping hand from somewhere you least expect it.

21 Guns

2011-10-11T17:16:00.001+08:00

Breathe

2011-10-09T09:28:00.000+08:00

I can't look back. Otherwise I'd be overwhelmed by sadness and longing for something that almost happened, could have happened and I wished with my entire being, would happen. But won't happen any more.

If only memories disappeared as quickly as tan lines do.

If only you could pack thoughts away like momentoes.

If only holding on, didn't mean losing everything.

I just need to stop every now and then.

And remind myself to breathe. And hope it hurts less as time passes. It'll leave a mark... but then I wouldn't have it any other way.

When it rains.

2011-09-30T17:48:00.000+08:00

With this God forsaken whether I'd like to change:

'When it rains, no one can see you cry' to

'When it rains, no one can see you sweat'.

Rods and People

2011-09-27T15:27:00.000+08:00

Give an Ethiopian a rod, and he will fish for life.

aww

Give a Chinese dude a rod, and he'll rent it out to buy more rods and eventually start a franchise.

Are we still wondering why the Chinese are the backbone of so many economies?! :P :P

More sketches

2011-09-23T14:37:00.001+08:00

Just a couple more sketches I made. Again quick 5 minute ones.

Might touch them up later on since I've gotten myself some pens and pencil as well as a sketch book.

NOW IF I COULD JUS REMEMBER WTF I PUT THEM ;)

I wanna fix his tail and add more details to this one.

Didn't quite get the face shape I wanted on this one.

Sketches

2011-09-17T02:47:00.000+08:00

I remember as a child, I used to love sketching and drawing cartoons.

The last time I drew something was probably when I was about 12 or 13. Many, many years ago.

Now that I have more time and less things to do, I thought I'd revisit the hobby for fun. Am far from good.

But hey. It was fun.

Maybe I could try illustrating one of my own stories. :)

Would be interesting eh?

The path untravelled

2011-09-13T18:40:00.002+08:00

There came a point in life where stood at a pathway that diverged into many, many potential possibilities.

I stood there. Pondering and wondering. Examining each carefully. Some began bright with hope but lead to empty, dead ends. I ignored these as unhappy endings simply would not do.

Others seemed dark and lonely but promised a glimmer of a happy future. But they were winding and endless. And I had not the strength to journey down those roads.

So I continued my scouting for that ideal trek even more ardently. Searching desperately for that heaven sent, perfect route. Never ignoring a nook or cranny.

Never did I notice, the longer I put off making a choice, the more possible journeys disappeared from my armoury.

Akin to the saying, 'Tis better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all,' I discovered another truth. It would have been better to have pick a path. Any path and pursue it steadfastly. Rather than lament having taken not one step forward until it was too late.

Humpty Dumpty

2011-09-13T00:22:00.000+08:00

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall.
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Couldn't put Humpty together again!

5 rules to remember in life!

2011-09-09T14:51:00.000+08:00

1. Money cannot buy happiness but it's more comfortable to cry in a Mercedes than on a bicycle.
2. Forgive your enemy but remember the bastard's name.
3. Help someone when they are in trouble and they will remember you when they're in trouble again.
4. Many people are alive only because it's illegal to shoot them.
5. Alcohol does not solve any problems but then again, neither does milk.

Short+Sweet Melbourne shortlist

2011-09-09T14:30:00.000+08:00

Here's a long ass email regarding my S&S Melbourne entry. For those too lazy to read all of it, here's a simple summary.

Your script sucks. Didn't pick it. Thanks for the entry fee!

_____________________________________

Short+Sweet Melbourne shortlist | Get script feedback via our new forum

Hello Short+Sweet entrants,

Thanks to everyone for submitting your script to Short+Sweet's theatre festivals. We have reviewed the 700 entries from around the world and finalised the Short+Sweet Melbourne 2011 shortlist. We have 26 Australian scripts and 12 from the US, UK and NZ. The shortlisted plays are below, with their writers and location listed:

Above Ground	Judy	Bierwirth	VIC
Artemis Athol	Adam	McGurk	VIC
Artemisia	Robyn	Cadwallader	NSW
Climate change	Mark	Andrew	VIC
Corn Bread with Raisins and Almonds	Ben	Marshall	USA
DateNav	Gary	Dooley	UK
Falling	Angie	Farrow	NZ
Guilt of the Vaudevillian	Ava	Karuso	NSW
Helen Back	Elena	Carapetis	SA
I'll Hear It When I See It	Ira	Gamerman	USA
Item on the News	Beverley	Lello	VIC
Jeremy's Cybele Makeover	Georgina	Luck	VIC
Just One	Paula	Armstrong	VIC
Life Of Death	Nir	Shelter	NSW
Lithium Kiss	Peter	Larsen	NZ
Nice Shoes. Wanna Fuck?	Angus	Algie	ACT
Poems a Dead Boy Wrote	Keith	Gow	VIC
Queen of De-Nial	Carmen	Cuskelly	QLD
Rules is Rules	Gerry	Greenland	NSW
Sock	Kate	Toon	NSW
Spinning	Tom	Mesker	NSW
Supercide	Carl	Smith	NZ
Surrender	Mike	Loder	NZ
Taking the Plunge	Rex	McGregor	NZ
The Best Time for the Worst Gift	Ben	Marshall	USA
THE CAT FANCIERS	Edward	Versailles	USA
The Coordinator-General	Angus	Algie	ACT
THE CURE	Ken	Jones	USA
The Flowers	Pete	Malicki	NSW
The Kind of Man	Kathryn	Goldie	VIC
The Misguided Tour	Angus	Algie	ACT
The Pond	Con	Nats	NSW
The Reluctant Testicle	paul	lawrence	USA
The Right Fit	Robert	Armstrong	NSW
The Shadows Within	Sonal	Moore	NSW
The Voyeurs	Angus	Algie	ACT
Two Gay Whalers & a Park Bench	Con	Nats	NSW
V.D.	Pete	Malicki	NSW

Congratulations to those writers who've been shortlisted. With a Top 20 and 20 Wildcards, there was stiff competition with only 40 spaces in the festival out of 700 scripts included, or only 5% of entries. There are also Independent Theatre Companies making up the numbers.

For those who missed out, your script is still in the running for Short+Sweet Brisbane 2011 and Short+Sweet Sydney 2012. I will keep in touch with all entrants about the shortlists for these festivals, with Brisbane being announced around about the end of the month.

A lot of good scripts haven't made this shortlist due to the volume of quality plays we receive and the small number of scripts selected. Short+Sweet Sydney will have a shortlist of around 200 scripts and many of the ones I've assessed myself will definitely be on this.

What happens next?
If your script has been shortlisted, you will be contacted by either Ant Crowley, the Festival Director of Short+Sweet Melbourne, or one of the directors to let you know if you've made it into the program. I am no longer involved in the process and won't know if your script has been picked up by a director! Please be patient and you will hear from someone soon.

If your script wasn't shortlisted, it's still under consideration for the other Short+Sweet festivals and you need not do anything. I will be in touch when each shortlist is announced.

About the Script Assessment process
Each script for Short+Sweet Melbourne was read by five different Short+Sweet Script Assessors, who gave the plays a score out of 10 based on provided guidelines. The highest ranked scripts were then sent to the Festival Director for further consideration and the shortlist was created. For each of our festivals, we like to have strong representation from local writers, hence, the top scripts from VIC writers were also included on the longlist sent to the Festival Director. Not all of these made it onto the shortlist.

While assessing scripts is always going to be a somewhat subjective process, Short+Sweet has developed guidelines for our assessors to ensure they are all rating scripts against the same criteria. I carefully scrutinise the assessments coming to me and flag any individuals whose assessments are notably and consistently higher or lower than the average and adjust or even delete the scores if warranted. As a writer myself, I feel strongly about giving everyone the consideration they deserve.

Script feedback via the Short+Sweet Forum
Unfortunately, with 700+ scripts already submitted to Short+Sweet, we can't give you individual feedback. However...

Short+Sweet Sydney will be launching an online discussion forum, where you can post your scripts and get feedback from your peers. While this forum is specifically for the Sydney festival, there's no reason why all our entrants can't benefit from it. Anyone who would like to post their script and seek feedback from other writers and artists is very welcome to do so! Just bear two things in mind: one, the forum hasn't been officially launched yet and has not had any activity thus far, and two; you must follow the forum rules at all times or risk being banned. Constructive comments are welcome, bagging other writers is very much not. See below for the registration link and a link to the script feedback part of the forum:

http://shortsweet.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=register
http://shortsweet.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=scripts

Note also that you MUST sign up under your real name and not an alias or psuedonym! Usernames must be your full name and nothing else, eg petemalicki, or your account will be instantly closed. We want to know who we're talking to!

Congrats again to those whose work has been shortlisted and best of luck for our next festivals to those who missed out this time.

Kind regards,

Pete Malicki
Literary Manager
Short+Sweet Theatre International
www.shortandsweet.org
pete@shortandsweet.org

Rage. rage agaionst the dying of the light.

2011-09-04T01:24:00.002+08:00

DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

-Dylan Thomas

Fuck the holidays

2011-09-02T11:55:00.003+08:00

me: ZZZZzz

where did my 3 day holiday go

-__-

inv: u slept with it

me: lol

then it should be knocked up

and have baby holidays

where's my baby holiday

inv: hahaha

9 months

me: if like this

I'mma go fuck more holidays

next year got more leave

FRIDAY BLUES! :(

3 Wishes FOR Nescafe

2011-08-16T15:05:00.000+08:00

Invisibility power? Wishes = it? tincan?

I'd wish for Power grammar and the ability to be coherent! Will keep the third wish for later. :)

Impressions : Old hawker at HSBC

2011-08-14T21:26:00.001+08:00

I thought I'd try something new. Just write something about someone I see in a glance.

As I get out of the car, I hear a voice calling.

'Cookies?'.

I turn and stumble upon a familiar face. A lady I've seen around for over a decade. She forces a smile and raises her wares wearily.

'For Charity?' the lie falling flat from her dried, parched lips.

'Charity indeed,' I think to myself cynically. 'How sad.'

As I walk past her, my mind travels back to the different times I had seen her over the years.

I was 16 when I first saw her. She and her husband used to come to our basketball court. A friendly couple who sold my friends and I overpriced drinks. Not that we, being both lazy and thirsty, really minded since they seemed nice enough.

I recall that she had been tanned back then. Her skin stretched and peeling from sun burns. It was plain to see how tired she was from walking all day. Yet, she seemed so much more alive then. I think it was her eyes. And the smile she wore when she glanced at her husband.

It made her plain face somewhat radiant.

As the years rolled on by, I recall she began to carry more and more wares. As if her desperation and need to sell something had picked up a tempo. Always with her husband. Still they walked together. At times hand in hand. Later on, he would walk ahead of her. And she would trail behind him blindly.

Lately, she is a solitary figure whenever our paths cross. Always wandering alone; directionless and companionless.

15 years. How quickly it passes. Time had not been kind to her at all.

I steal one more glance at her as I leave.

She looks tired. Old and sad.

And I wonder if it's because she's spent so long trying, without getting anywhere.Or because her husband gave up. Or left. Or died. Or maybe it was more than that. Or even nothing at all.

Whatever it was, she's still trying. I guess that counts for something. It should any way.

I smile at her apologetically. She nods and smiles back. But it doesn't reach her eyes. Then, I too, leave.

Learning Latin

2011-08-12T23:22:00.003+08:00

Of late, being rather short of inspiration myself, I've become fond of reading inspirational quotes.

Here's a little Latin that I relate to strongly at the moment. I'd thought I'd share :)

1. Facta Non Verba

Deeds, not words.

Words can only bring you so far. Action is required to complete the rest of the journey.

Often times, things done cannot be undone. Things said, cannot be unsaid. Things shattered cannot be made whole.

And it is how you make amends that matters.

2. Non Semper Erit Aestas

It will not always be summer.

And things will probably be rough for a while. But...

3. Mutantur Omnia Nos Et Mutamur In Illis

All things change, and we change with them..

So I'll learn and move forward. One small step at a time.

4. Adapt. Survive. Find fulfillment.

A simple plan that may seem like Latin to me at this moment, but I'm sure it will all make sense one day.

It's all about finding the why.

2011-08-12T12:46:00.002+08:00

"He who has a why to live for can bear almost any how." Friedrich Nietzsche

Pearls of wisdom from Mothers

2011-08-12T12:33:00.001+08:00

What my Mother taught me:

Religion
"You better pray that comes out of the carpet!"

Logic
"Because I said so, that's why!"

Irony
"Keep crying and I'll give you something to cry about!"

Wisdom
"When you get to my age you'll understand!"

Justice
"One day you'll have kids, I hope they turn out just like you!"

Life and ‘Lain-lain’ Problems

2011-08-11T17:12:00.003+08:00

I am going to tell a story. You can tune in if you want but if you are expecting to read this and to find some kind of enlightenment or deep embedded meaning within it; you will be disappointed. If you want something dramatic; something that will leave you gasping and in tears that is; I am sorry, this is not a Korean story and no lover dies prematurely of cancer in it. If you want to dissect it and discuss whether the protagonist is a ‘sweet Prince’ or an ‘arrant knave’; I do not do the whole Hamlet thing here. This is simply a story by me; about me.

So! Are you still reading? My story is basically about a little Indian boy who grew to manhood from abject poverty; rising above it all to become a successful lawyer. No, wait! This is actually a story about a young Chinese kid, who ruthlessly set aside friends, family, morals and principles to rise to the top of the corporate world and amass millions and millions. Well, that is not quite true either. It is really a story about the prejudice a Malay child faced while growing up. Always trying to face accusations of enjoying favouritism due to the local government’s policies and favouritism and even viewed as a potential security threat when travelling abroad.

Fine! Fine! It is all of the above. What do I mean? If you have to ask, you are obviously not a Chindian like me!

I guess I could give you an explanation but it is a lot of work getting the idea across to one of the ‘major’ races of the country. Not like those of us who have been dumped unceremoniously into the ‘Lain-lain’[1] category. I guess I should start at the beginning.

My name is Jonathan. Jonathan Button. I was told it was an especially good night to be born. What? You have heard this introduction somewhere else before? Benjamin Button? I am a Malaysian. We are the biggest pirates in the world. Ok fine. My mother met my dad in university. They dated, got together, got hitched and a year later I was born.

Perhaps that is oversimplifying things. You see, my dad is an Indian and my mom is Chinese. Oh you already figured that part out when I told you I was Chindian? Do not nitpick. Anyway, from the start of their relationship, there were complications. Friends raising eyebrows, people staring at them as they walked hand in hand down the city streets like yin and yang Siamese twins. Mixed couples were not exactly commonplace back in the seventies. Like Siamese twins they were considered freaks of society.

Anyway, they were in love and when you are in love you do not listen to reason. Despite very strong objections and even threats from their families, they got married anyway. ‘Love conquers all’ as the cliché goes. If you roll your eyes any further back they might get stuck; so be nice.

Probably the first issue raised when I was born was what I name should have. An Indian name or a Chinese name? Both? While Sivaraja Chong Balaswaran a/l Button does have quite a ring to it, I am eternally grateful they compromised and decided on a western name. With the other name by the time I filled my name in the answer sheet for exams, people would probably be finishing the tenth question.

The next issue was language. With both my parents being in the English profession, naturally we spoke English at home. My mom took it upon herself to teach me Cantonese. We moved all around Malaysia very often due to my parents’ profession; perhaps every six months or so. Having a tiny semblance of intelligence, I picked up dialects like a Chow Kit street prostitute picks up STDs.

Before I knew it I had a reasonable arsenal of languages under my belt; which back then was a rather big belt. My mom, to my horror, still loves telling people how she had to lift my chins (yes plural) to clean my neck when she was bathing me.

The one language I did not learn was Tamil. In fact, I did not learn anything about my Indian heritage or even know that I was of mixed parentage. I was blissfully unaware that I was ‘different’ from all the other kids. When you are 4 and in kindergarten, you are more interested in playing with the swing and see-saw than what colour, let alone race, your friends are. The topic never came up.

My grasp of my Chinese heritage, however, increased dramatically when we moved in with my mother’s mom; my maternal grandmother. I spoke Cantonese with her daily and she educated me in the ‘pantang[2]s’ and rich culture that was part of my birthright. I still did not understand why daddy was so dark, mommy and grandma were so fair; and me? I was the tone right between them. In fact I did not even realise it.

I recall this one time when my grandmother was bathing me. She was furiously scrubbing at my knees. They are a tone darker than the rest of me so she assumed that was because they were dirty. She made me squat and she scrubbed them for a good 15 minutes until I thought my skin was going to be scraped off.

Finally satisfied, she instructed me to get up so she could dry my body. To her incredulity, the skin at my knees returned to their original dark colour when I stood up. Basically, the skin was fairer when I squatted because it was stretched and returned to its normal colour when I stood up. “How did you get them dirty so fast?” she had asked me.

School came when I was seven and my life changed forever. I remember being asked by my teacher what race I was.

‘Race? What is that, cikgu[3]?’ I recall asking.

She raised her eyebrows, ‘Are you Indian, Chinese or Malay?’

That was the first time I was introduced to the concept of race. And that was also the very first time I was thrown in the ‘lain-lain’ category. I did not think of it much at that time, after all I was seven. I was very restless and eager to make new friends.

There came the second rude shock. When I looked around, the classroom had been neatly divided into colour groups if you like; or to use my cikgu’s ten dollar word, ‘races’. The Chinese sat together, the Malays grouped up and the few Indians in the class did the same. Where did I belong? Where should I sit? I instinctively knew this would be a very important decision and gave it a lot of thought. Well as much thought as a hyperactive seven year old with a two minute attention span could anyway.

Apart from my father, I had never noticed any other Indians in my life. I mean, I have seen them but never talked to them or socialised with them at all. So that crossed them out of the potential sitting partner candidates. The Malays were the same colour as me, but were speaking mostly in a language that I did not understand. I later found out it would be one of the languages I would never master and dread using; Bahasa Malaysia. Then, there were the Chinese, all chatting happily in English or Cantonese. I spent my life growing up around Chinese people, so they were my first pick.

So I sat with the Chinese. I could feel a few puzzled looks around me, mostly both from the Malays and the Chinese. What was a brown dude doing sitting with the yellow dudes? Even at our age, the social instinct to stick to your own race had been ingrained in us by our families. But what exactly was my own race?

It was not really awkward. Children have a habit of glossing over details when they are having fun or playing. It was not till later on that I faced my first direct confrontation over my mixed parentage.

‘I heard cikgu said your daddy is Indian. And your mommy is Chinese. What are you?’ one of the little boys had asked in the middle of a game of galah panjang[4].

All activities stopped. He had voiced the question that everyone else had wondered but were too caught up with the merriment to ask.

I had told my mother about my cikgu’s question the night before. She had briefly explained the concept of races to me and looked appalled when I told her I had been dumped into the ‘lain-lain’ category.

‘You take after your daddy. You are an Indian,’ she had told me.

I did not understand what that meant but it gave me the answer to the boy’s question.

‘I am Indian.’ The reaction from them stung me.

‘Kutu[5]! Kutu!’ they all screamed cheerfully; running wildly away from me. ‘Kelings[6] have kutu!’

‘I’m not a keling!’ said, without having the faintest idea what a keling was.

‘All Indians are kelings!’ they giggled and started the chant again. ‘Kutu! Kutu! Kutu!’

‘I’m not Indian then! I’m Chinese! I do not have lice!’ I had shouted without thinking.

‘Children are innocent and the paragon of virtue.’ Whoever said this must have skipped childhood and only met mute children with no hands and legs.

Talking about denying being one half of our inheritance from our parents; my younger brother played the race card like a world poker champion. When faced with Chinese food that he did not like; think steamed fish in soy sauce; he would loudly exclaim, ‘I don’t want to eat this, I’m an Indian!’

He would do a complete 180 degree turn with Indian food that he did not like and vehemently claim to be Chinese! It did not work of course but you have to give him credit for thinking it up. He was definitely a lot smarter than me.

I remember the first time I ever went to my paternal side of the family’s house. Like I said earlier, I had never really noticed or spent any time with Indians. I was raised by Chinese amongst Chinese. Imagine my reaction when I was brought to a house full of Indians. More of them in one place than I had ever seen in my life. Hell, I did not know that so many Indians existed till that day.

So, I reacted like the mature and brave child I was when I was eight years old. I screamed my lungs out and clung onto the pillar outside the house for my dear life. Apart from my rabid screaming, there was pin drop silence from my paternal relatives. I think if my father could get the earth to swallow him up at that very moment, he would have done so but probably only after he had killed me in a very slow and painful way.

Let us move along a few years to when I was finally old enough to fast; I did not. I was not Malay let alone a Muslim. I learned an important lesson about fasting and my racial descent but I will explain more later on. Anyway there I was, sitting in the canteen and eating my nasi lemak[7] contentedly when an Ustad[8] approached me. He just stood there expectantly, waiting for me to look up.

So I obliged him and saw a look of huge disapproval in his face. I wondered what I did wrong to deserve that disgusted stare and those angry, thinned lips.

‘Why are not you fasting?’ he had asked me in Malay.

Without thinking, I said, ‘Because I am hungry.’

‘It’s fasting month. You are supposed to be hungry!’

He went on to lecture me about the ideals that fasting month represented; that I would never be considered as a proper Muslim adult until I fasted properly.

My parents taught me manners. It was rude to interrupt adults when they were talking. So I listened quietly and nodded, like I was taught to. When he had finished, I simply told him, ‘That’s nice. But I am not Muslim or Malay.’

I watched him splutter a bit. Then, he snapped at me and asked me why I did not say so in the first place.

‘Because you did not ask?’ I had replied. Fuming to himself, he left me alone and walked off.

I cannot tell you the number of times this scenario has been repeated over the past 31 years. Every fasting month, I armed myself with my identification card whenever I go to grab a bite during the day. The conversations on the ‘Why aren’t you fasting?’ issue between me and some random self righteous Malay people remained more or less the same. It is so much more fun to make people feel foolish than to lose your temper!

When I was aged 13, my family moved to England while my father studied his doctorate. This is probably the only time people other than myself, declared that I was Chinese. Never mind that I was brown in colour. Never mind that I had eyes that could actually open! To everyone there, I was from Asia and pseudo-fair therefore I had to be Chinese! Well of course they did not use a big nasty word like Chinese. They thought Asians could not comprehend so many syllables. So they shortened it to the easier to understand: ‘Chink’. Very considerate people; the whites are.

Moving a few years ahead, I remember on the last day of school everybody was signing our uniform shirts; as was the tradition. There was a particular message on my shirt that still brings a wry grin to my face. A friend of mine had taken a yellow highlighter and coloured a dot on my shirt then added an arrow pointing at the dot with the word ‘hole’. Hole? Yellow skin revealed by the hole? Get it? Never mind. I thought it was funny anyway.

After high school, I returned to good old Malaysia. I was now in college and finally old enough to start dating! Awesome! Okay fine, it was not an age issue. I was too shy to ask anyone out when I was in England. Anyway, a whole new world of problems opened up to me when I decided to play my hand in the dating game.

The Chinese did not want to date an Indian and the Indians did not want to date a Chinese. Obviously due to language barriers I could not ask any Malay girls out properly. With my proficiency in that language, if I were trying to say: ‘I would like to take you to a movie,’ I would have probably ended up asking her if she would spend the night with me in a hotel. Definitely a Freudian slip! Regardless, it is still not a very good way to ask someone out on a date.

When I eventually managed to get someone to go out with me and the relationship was pseudo-serious, there were problems with her side of the family. Her dad would have probably disowned her if he knew she was dating an Indian. I do not know if it is possible to half disown a daughter since I am only half Indian but I am pretty sure she did not want to risk it.

Eventually, when her mother had not-so-softly nailed home the fact that their daughter was seeing me and would continue to see me whether he liked it or not; her father finally consented to having a meal with me. I was both elated and terrified. He was a very traditional Chinese man and one that I wanted very badly to impress. I was already well versed in Chinese culture and could speak fluent Cantonese but there was one big problem. Actually, two big problems: chopsticks!

I practised my chopstick skills for a good two weeks, forcing myself to hold it the ‘correct’ way. My fingers felt dislocated and my wrist was decidedly limp by the end of two weeks of the self-enforced exercises. The best part is that when the day for the big dinner came, he took us for western food. Till today I cannot look at a pair of chopsticks without inwardly cursing.

Speaking of traditionalist and prejudices, I remember in particular, this one conversation that went on in our local mamak[9] with some friends and a few new acquaintances. One of them, who obviously did not know I was mixed, spent a good twenty minutes discussing the demerits of the Indian race. Mostly stuff she probably learned from her parents or stereotypes on television.

‘Indians do nothing but drink all day... They beat their wives... Indian people tap rubber trees and are all dirt poor....’

I was disappointed. Not to hear her slandering my half race but mainly because she did not have any insults that were unique, creative or vaguely interesting. A mutual friend of ours knew me a little better and that I was half Indian and tried desperately to steer her away from her bitching but she persisted.

Finally, giving up the subtle attempt to stop her, our mutual friend very bluntly announced ‘Jonathan is half Indian.’ The look on the girl’s face was quite priceless and she silently mouthed an ‘Oh’, while furiously thinking of how to extract her whole lower body from her mouth.

She began apologising profusely, saying she was only talking about ‘full’ Indians. I laughed and told her, ‘I guess that makes me an empty Indian. And do not worry, I am only half offended.’ Somehow she did not look less guilty at all. I wonder why?

Even amongst my closer friends, the whole Indian thing was not given a rest. I used to be able to hold my alcohol pretty well. They used to tease me about being able to drink like an Indian and I would retort that their weak Chinese blood meant they would get drunk on a mug of beer. They got back at me for that though. Big time!

It was at my 21^st birthday party in a club. They all ganged up to get me drunk, as is the usual tradition with young people. By the end of the night, I could barely stand and badly needed to go to the loo to throw up. Okay fine, I could not stand at all and begged my friends to carry me there. They teased me outrageously, asking me, ‘Chinese can drink or not? Say Chinese can drink. Then maybe we will help you go!’

Sheepishly, I said what they wanted to, but they made me repeat it louder and louder until probably half the club could hear me even with the bad hip hop songs blasting in the background. In the end, even with their help, I did not quite make it to the toilet. The cleaners were not happy at all. Needless to say I did not go back there for a very long time.

We were not racist in our group of friends but we enjoyed playing with stereotypes and prejudices in our conversations and jokes. Not because we believed in them but because we found them so ridiculous that it was fun to talk about it and provoke people into reactions.

The Malays in our group were nicknamed ‘Stupid Machan[10]’, ‘Sophisticated Malay,’ and so forth. I was simply known as ‘Indian bugger.’ It has been shortened to plain ‘bugger’ now. I still cringe when I get introduced to new people as ‘bugger’. I normally very quickly clarify that I am very much interested in only women and not men.

When you come to a certain age, your family start asking questions about when you are going to settle down. I remember very clearly what my father said on the topic. ‘Make sure you marry a Chinese or Indian girl. Life is bad enough when you are mixed, as you would know. Don’t confuse your poor kids even more by marrying a Malay girl. If you think you are confused about whom you are; your kids will be completely lost!’

I wonder about that, really. Sivaraja Chong bin Ahmad Vethamani a/l Jonathan does have a certain stylishness about it.

We recently had a new addition to our family; Suki. Unfortunately she is not a hot Japanese woman that my brother or me were dating or married to. On the other hand, perhaps fortunately so, have you seen the kind of things they do in the bedroom? Not that I have.

Anyway moving along swiftly, Suki is an English-American Cocker Spaniel mix. Yes, she is a mongrel just like her two daddies. My brother and I that is; her parents were purebreds. I have yet to hear of a male dog getting knocked up by another male dog but weirder things have happened.

When I walk her around the neighbourhood, I get the oddest looks. When she sits next to me in my car, rubbing her wet nose and slobbering on the window, people raised eyebrows and stared. It never occurred to me why at all. That is until I met a little Malay girl who enlightened me as to the reason.

I was walking Suki when I bumped into a little Malay girl who was being walked by her father. Oh? Children do not get walked by their parents? They go for walk with their parents? No wonder she did not have a leash.

She very loudly exclaimed in Malay, ‘Eww a dog! Why is that Malay uncle walking a dog? HARAM[11]! HARAM!’

I think I was more offended at being called an ‘uncle’ than what she said about my little Suki. Oh come on! She is a dog! Do you really think she would care that her saliva forces people to scrub themselves clean before being able to pray? At my age being called an uncle hurts!

I love how kids are so pure and innocent that they just blurt whatever is on their mind. I think if I let the little girl talk more, she would have told me that I was fat, drink too much and was a letch too. Yup, got to love children!

You would think when you go to job interviews, the interviewers by virtue of holding senior positions in the company would be open minded and have some semblance of intelligence. Well then, you would be wrong. Most of the time the first question I get during interviews is not ‘What qualifications do you have?’ or ‘What made you apply to this company?’ or even the simple ‘What is your name?’

Nope. Their first question is: ‘What are you?’ Please note that it is not ‘What race are you?’ it is the more direct ‘What ARE you?’

I always get flashes of a dashing white actor standing up to the 6 eyed, pink bodied giant mass of rotting fish and saying in horror, ‘What ARE you?’ whenever I get this question.

That brings me back to the question again. ‘What am I?’ Am I kopi-susu[12]? A mongrel? A pariah? Am I Chinese? Indian? Or even Malay? I do not really think about it very much anymore but I guess I am still trying to figure it out. I think I will marry a Malay or white girl... and pass the fun on to my children! I cannot wait to hear their stories!

[1] others

[2] taboo

[3] teacher

[4] A traditional Malaysian game

[5] lice

[6] A derogatory name for Indians and Hindus

[7] A favorite local dish

[8] A religious teacher of Islam

[9] An eating place much like a hawker store

[10] Derogatory term for Malays

[11] Forbidden by religion

[12] Derogatory term for Chinese – Indians

Can you understand?

2011-08-08T14:54:00.004+08:00

Everyday people strive to be extraordinary. Spare a thought for those of us who need to struggle to remain ordinary.

If you can't. Count your blessings.

Apparently they don't teach the difference between study and studies at HELP University College

2011-08-05T16:25:00.002+08:00

My First Kiss.

2011-07-27T13:13:00.000+08:00

Something I found in my old bloggie after Alex asked met to submit something romantic for Turn the Page. :P

Wednesday, April 30, 2008

First kiss...

romantic little poem I made :D

Staring eye to eye
but a little shy
We're going to kiss!
Oh my... oh my!

Should I lean in
or play it cool?
We're gonna kiss!
Don't mess up fool!

Is my breath bad?
Thank God I didn't smoke!
Damn, we're gonna kiss!
No joke!

Should I put my hand
behind her neck?
Kiss... kiss... kissing...
to 'Want You Back'!

Should I stick in
a little tongue action
Or just give hers
a little suction!

Should I close my eyes?
Or keep them open?
Oh time to kiss!
Sweet heavens!

A moment I'll always
keep close to the heart!
As our lips began to touch
She lets out fart!

The smell went
straight to my head
Before my first kiss
I fell down dead!

Yesterday. Tommorow. Today.

2011-07-19T22:48:00.000+08:00

What a flawed species we are. We obsess and over-scrutinize every inane detail over the future. We mull and brood about the unchangeable, long gone past. And more often than not, we forget to spare a thought about about the present. So we spend our lives dwelling, predicting and forgetting to live. There will always be those who needed you, those who will need you, but most importantly, those who need you right now

My Starbucks fb moments~

2011-07-14T18:56:00.000+08:00

I like your.... HANDS!

2011-07-01T17:16:00.021+08:00

Randy:

What does it look like I’m doing? *irritated* I’m packing.

Randy goes back to packing items.

Randy:

No. I’m not going anywhere.

Randy pauses.

Randy:

Quite the opposite, I’m packing because… I’m going nowhere.

Randy:

It’s painful, when… everything you thought was real… was just a trick played by your mind.

Randy lifts and holds up a photo frame.

Randy:

I met… her… Sandra.

Randy looks at his watch.

Randy:

One year, 15 days, 2 hours 33 minutes and 24 seconds ago. 25 and half seconds now.

Randy sighs.

Randy:

She walked in…

Randy looks up and Sandra catwalks into the set exaggeratedly. She is wearing a white dress that is slightly low cut.

Randy:

I knew. I.HAD.TO.HAVE.HER.

Randy emphasizes each word. Sandra notices Randy and walks towards him.

Randy:

She was exactly my type. Those brown eyes. That lustrous dark hair. Long, sexy, toned legs. Those… … big… soft … white…

Randy leers at Sandra’s breasts and bites his lips a little. Then, he looks up and realises that Sandra is now face to face with him. She is staring at him angrily.

Randy:

…HANDS!

Sandra:

HANDS?

Sandra lifts his chin up gently.

Sandra:

My hands...

Sandra slaps him with the other hand.

Sandra:

..are here!

Sandra storms off stage.

Randy shudders.

Randy:

Well, it wasn’t quite love at first sight…

Sandra screams from offstage, cutting him off.

Sandra:

ASSHOLE!

Randy:

She was my stepsister’s cousin’s friend’s sister’s best friend’s nephew’s younger sister’s neighbour’s part-time baby sitter who lived thirteen streets and 2 bus stops away from me.

Randy draws a deep breath.

Randy:

I knew we had a connection right away!

Randy paces a little and takes his hand phone out of his pocket, showing it to the audience with a proud smile.

Randy:

We exchanged numbers…

Sandra walks onto stage talking on a hand phone.

Sandra:

What?! You gave my number to that perverted FREAK? What were you THINKING?

Randy:

Then, we just couldn’t stop talking.

Sandra, still on the phone walks towards Randy.

Sandra:

STOP calling me. No means no!

Sandra pauses and faces Randy.

Sandra:

What? I don’t care if you think I have nice… *poignant pause* hands! *Exasperated*

SFX: Dead ring tone.

Sandra hangs up and storms away.

Randy:

Okay. Fine! It wasn’t an ideal start. But I was crazy about her… I couldn’t help myself! But, nothing good comes without good old hard work right? Right? RIGHT!

Lights up on Sandra. She’s sitting on a chair, typing on her computer. Man walks in carrying tons of flowers.

Delivery Man:

Hello again Miss Lee. Some boyfriend you have!

Sandra:

He’s not my boyfriend!

Delivery Man:

Oh. One of THOSE friends then.

Man smirks and Sandra rolls her eyes.

Delivery Man:

See you the same time tomorrow… I guess.

Sandra waits for him to leave then mutters.

Sandra:

Jerk!

Sandra looks around her nervously, checking to see if her colleagues are listening in. She picks up her phone and makes a call.

Sandra:

He did it again! Who? Your younger sister’s nephew’s best friend’s sister’s… UGH! Your FRIEND!

Sandra realises she was shouting, and lowers her voice to a whisper.

Sandra:

YES! HIM! He sent me another gift. Flowers all last week. EVERY SINGLE DAY.

Sandra’s tone softens a little.

Sandra:

In increasing numbers! An extra dozen every day...

Sandra pauses and smiles a little.

Sandra:

With little bits of poetry too in the cards. Hmm? Read one of the poems to you?

Sandra picks up a note and reads the poem.

Sandra:

Here’s the newest one he wrote:

Away from you, seconds become hours,

So I’ll keep sending you flowers.

Sandra’s smile turns into a slight frown.

Sandra:

So if you ever run out of space… *hesitant*

There’s plenty at my place.

Our love will never get stale.

Especially if every night, I make you wail…

WHAT?

Sandra scowls.

Sandra:

P.S. I really like your hands not your boo… UGH!

Sandra smacks her forehead.

Sandra:

Don’t you DARE laugh! Okay. Fine! He’s no poet. But, he knows my favourite flowers. African Daisies. He sent me Royce chocolates too! I love those!

Sandra smiles.

Sandra:

I wonder how he knew. What? My FACEBOOK?

Lights out on Sandra.

Randy:

If you’re wondering. I didn’t stalk her Facebook. Privacy settings? Our mutual friend told me. I didn’t want to give up.

Randy walks to other side of the stage where Sandra’s back is faced to him.

Sandra:

I don’t care if you waited two hours for me to finish my company dinner…

Randy:

Two hours, 15 minutes and 58 seconds.

Sandra:

What?

Randy:

Two hours, 15 minutes and...

Sandra:

Whatever! Like I said I don’…

Randy:

Please...please...I’m… I’m… I’m Randy.

Randy forces a very ugly and exaggerated smile.

Sandra:

How DARE you!

*Sandra slaps him*

Sandra:

What kind of cheap…

Sandra is furious and raises her hand to slap him again. Randy covers his face from further slaps and stutters quickly…

Randy:

No.. no.. Randy. Short for Rudolph.

Sandra:

Oh.

Sandra looks very guilty and pauses.

Sandra:

I’m sorry.

Randy:

No, I am. I’m not.. very good with people. My parents, died when I was very young. I’ve mostly been alone a lot. And… I really like...

Sandra holds her fingers to her lips. Then, holds her head and sighs.

Sandra:

Look Randy. I’m really sorry to hear about your parents. But you don’t even know me. How can you like me?

Randy:

But I do! You took a cab here right? Let me drop you off home. The valet’s coming with my car. Right now!

Sandra:

Please. You’re sweet.. but really, really, REALLY weird.

Randy:

But…

Randy reaches out to touch Sandra. She steps back from him.

Sandra:

SERIOUSLY… you’re FREAKING ME OUT.

Awkward silence as they stare at each other.

Sandra:

Just. Go.

SFX: Sound of car honk. Screeching of tyres. Powerful engine sound. VROOM!

Randy:

I’m…. sorry. I won’t bother you anymore.

Randy turns to leave.

Sandra:

Is… is that your…Maserati?

Randy:

Yea.

Randy smiles then as if remembering Sandra has dismissed him, he looks down sadly and begins to walk away.

Randy:

Bye.

Sandra interjects.

Sandra:

Wait! Wait!!

Randy turns around and looks at her hopefully.

Sandra:

I really like your keh… kehh … kahh..

Sandra is stuttering and choking on the word ‘car’. Randy leans forward with each time she chokes on the word ‘car’.

Sandra:

Keh… Kehanzz (choking the word ‘car’ into ‘hands’)… too.

Sandra clears her throat.

Lights out

Song begins: Can’t Help Falling In Love

Lights up & Montage begins

Sandra is on stage, talking on the phone intently. Randy walks up behind her and taps her shoulder. She gets a fright. Randy mimes asking her who she was on the phone with. She waves him off and he scowls a while. She links her arm into his and snuggles into his body to placate him. He smiles happily and they skip off stage holding hands.

Sandra walks on stage with Man and they are chatting. Randy appears in the middle of the stage and forces his way between them, elbowing the Man slightly. Man is irritated and shoves Randy. It becomes a shove fest and Sandra pulls Randy away, furious. Randy pushes Sandra’s hand away roughly and she falls. She looks at him, obviously hurt and shocked, then runs off stage. Randy runs after her.

Sandra is sitting down, looking visibly upset. Randy walks in with flowers. She takes the flowers, then, she frowns a little. He presents with another gift in her other hand. Sandra takes both gifts, looking a little happier. Randy claps his hands and Man comes in with a trolley of gifts. Sandra is ecstatic and hugs Randy. He lifts Sandra’s hand and kisses it gently, slipping a ring onto her finger.

Song Ends & Lights out

Lights up on Randy

Randy:

Everything was going so well. My perfect fairy tale. I’d finally achieve it.

Lights up on Sandra. She is talking on her hand phone. \

Sandra:

GOLD DIGGER? I resent that! I SO AM NOT! He’s really REALLY sweet. In a… weird and obsessive way that I find kind of charming… Sometimes.

Sandra pauses thoughtfully.

Sandra:

Oh COME on! He’s good looking. He’s smart. He knows EVERYTHING about me. What woman could resist! Besides, guess what just happened! We had a Moet … then he gave a THREE carat diamond ring. JUST LIKE THAT. The best part? Wait for it.

Sandra pauses dramatically

Sandra:

IN PARIS! IN PARIS! He’s SO FREAKING RICH!

Sandra clears her throat.

Sandra:

Err. And sweet too. Yes. So very sweet!

Sound of door opening. Randy walks towards her.

Sandra starts whispering.

Sandra:

I’ll call you later!

Sandra puts the hand phone away.

Sandra:

Hey tiger… what took you so…

Randy cuts her off.

Randy:

Who were you talking to?

Sandra:

I wasn’t talking to…

Randy throws the whisky bottle into the floor.

SFX glass smashing.

Randy:

Don’t. Lie. To. Me.

Randy stares at Sandra angrily. Then, realises he lost his temper and drops to his knees, hurriedly picking up the broken glass.

Randy:

Sorry. Sorry. I didn’t mean to.

Sandra:

Don’t pick it up! You’ll cut yourself!

Sandra rushes towards him and grabs his hands.

Sandra:

Don’t!

Randy:

You’re not gonna hurt me too. Right?

Sandra:

What? What do you mean?

Randy:

You’re gonna say everything’s alright. Everything’s gonna be fine But it’s all a lie. And you’ll hurt me.

Sandra:

I won’t.

Randy:

That’s what they said.

Pause.

Randy:

Did I scare you? I’m sorry.

Sandra pulls away a little.

Randy:

You.. you won’t leave me will you? Be with me always!

Sandra:

It’s just moving a little too fast.

Sandra strokes his cheek gently.

Randy:

2 months, 4 days, 16 minutes and…

Sandra cuts him off and starts to pull her hand away.

Sandra:

Way, too fast. It scares me.

Randy grabs Sandra’s hand, making her flinch.

Randy:

I like your hands. They make me feel safe. Soft. Gentle. Warm on my skin.

Randy places Sandra’s hand on his chest.

Randy:

Calming my racing heart.

Sandra pulls away and heads to exits the stage, turning back once. She turns away from him and makes a phone call on her hand phone.

Sandra:

We just argued. Again. I don’t know what to do. It was so... romantic. My very own millionaire chasing after me. Me! Plain old me! Can you imagine?

He’s so sweet. Most of the time. He’s so fragile. So intense! He hates it when I talk to other people.

Sandra sighs.

Sandra:

He knows me so well. And loves me so much. I don’t know what to do.

Sandra looks at Randy again.

Sandra:

I’ll call you later.

She hangs up and leaves.

Randy watches her leave. Then gets up, and moves back to continue packing.

Randy:

I saw her only 3 and a half times after that. She said she wanted to slow things down. It just wasn’t the same anymore.

We went out for dinner once. Then, she said she was under the weather and left. Another time, we went for wine, and things got a little out of hand. The third time, I saw her with the man she was cheating on me with. She claimed it was her cousin. But I know the truth.

Randy slams his hand onto the table.

Randy:

Despite all of that, I couldn’t get her out of my mind. She lied to me and hurt me. But I still love her so much.

Randy turns and continues packing.

Randy:

It’s always the same. I don’t want to go anywhere. The fourth time I saw her.... she didn’t see me coming.

Randy picks up a scarf and sniffs it longingly. A hand falls out of the scarf.

Randy looks at the hand, then at the audience. Lights up on background. There are other sets of luggage.

Randy:

I just want my fairy tale.

Ends

Been at the same job too long?

2011-06-28T10:45:00.000+08:00

I like this ad. Simple image and effective message.

Simple concept behind my new blog name

2011-06-28T01:23:00.000+08:00

Sometimes, the silver lining isn't that apparent. And things look hopelessly gloomy.

But you just gotta believe, that at the end of it all or perfectly in the midst of it all, an unseen light will shine on your life or the moments that seem especially dark.

As humans, we never appreciate things that we take for granted. Sometimes, only when it is completely impossible to see, and we so desperately need a ray of bright shimmering hope, do we experience it.

The Hidden Lights.

Everyone needs them.

Things always get better. If we let them, or are strong enough to wait for them to improve.

Another FB loser

2011-06-26T15:57:00.003+08:00

Another dork hitting on my phantom account.

Why Men are the best cooks.

2011-06-01T17:35:00.000+08:00

Men are the Best Cooks

Because with:
two eggs,
one sausage
& a little bit of milk,
he can fill a girl's tummy for nine months.

Lame copywriter joke

2011-05-19T14:01:00.000+08:00

Vince Edwin says
: )
fuck wei
its fcking hot

eunice koekoepuff says
my room doesnt face the sun
hehehe

Vince Edwin says
lol
so ur room is where the sun don't shine?
hhaha
imagine some one posting a status msg
by some one who kissed u in ur room
XXX just kissed eunice where the sun don't shine
lol
sry... too much coffee

eunice koekoepuff says
hahahahahaha WTF WTF WTF

Vince Edwin says
I tend to make lame copywriter jokes

eunice koekoepuff says
dumbass
LOL

Why do people need to provoke me?

2011-05-17T15:44:00.001+08:00

Especially when I'm tired, cranky and can't sleep.

20 years too early to start trolling me. -__-

How to tell if your copywriter has had a bad... baddd day

2011-05-12T00:19:00.002+08:00

BIG SALE AT <insert retail outlet name>.
USE YOUR MONEY BITCHES. YOU CAN'T BRING IT TO HELL WITH YOU ANYWAY.

So I can write Big Sale in a bitchy, emo way. Wah!

Randomness

2011-04-28T16:00:00.001+08:00

Brian says:
how much does someone make average in malaysia?

Vince Edwin says:
two cows and a chicken
some times we get a goat as a bonus

Brian says:
lol
we get bears
how many cows can i get for a bear?

Vince Edwin says:
depends how big your bear is

Chameleon

2011-04-23T04:02:00.000+08:00

I know what you want.
Yes. You. And you. And you. You as well.

It's always been easy for me to slip into groups. Make friends fast. I honestly believe that everyone has a need when it comes to selecting friends, companions... and more. Some inadequacy within themselves that they seek to fulfill either by living vicariously through someone else, or by belittling another person.

Occasionally you meet people with common interests, and even that is a need. The need for someone to reinforce their identity, values and beliefs. But mostly it is a case of needing to inflict abuse or splurge adoration. Sometimes, it is hard to decipher between the two.

Some people need a shoulder.
Others need an ear.
A couple need an emotional punching bag.
A few need an idol.

Sometimes I spend so much of my life, living up to what people need. What they expect. What people presume.

You think that is the motivation for my life? Then, I'll let you think that.
You feel that you're better and smarter than me. Then, I'll let you feel that.
You reckon that there's nothing I can't do. I'll pretend that is true.

I'll laugh off your bad jokes like they don't affect me. Listen to your sob story and cry along. Pretend to be outraged because you are. I'll be sweet because it takes no effort to be nice.

It's easy doing what you want.
You. You. And you.

But what do I want?

Sometimes I feel, I'm a different somebody with everybody. And that I'm so busy being the person they think I am, that I forget who I am.

Maybe, that's my inadequacy. The need to seem normal and blend in. That I don't mind not knowing who I am.

Or maybe I just never knew.

I'd win this AXE contest... no problem...

2011-04-15T01:08:00.001+08:00

Hottie: Special~ delivery~?
Pizza boy: Yes, maam. I'm good with fast and hot. As long as you never tell me you're late.

Creatives vs Servicing

2011-04-12T15:51:00.002+08:00

Sure bo? Rehab in Thailand?

2011-03-25T15:17:00.000+08:00

I think need to edit leh this ad. My version better right?

Okla... okla... mebbe I'm being too cynical.

It IS possible to successfully undergo an alcohol rehab in Thailand....

Just that you'll prob come back hooked on tranny hookers and deadly drug cocktails instead!

This comment I saw on Youtube made me LOL

2011-03-21T15:22:00.002+08:00

Why's it called PMS?

Answer: Cos Mad Cow's Disease was taken.

Jesus Loves You!

2011-03-09T13:41:00.002+08:00

Random quote of the day that I read at a footie site. Well yesterday even.

Jesus LOVES you! But I still think you're a c*nt.

See angry Man United fans do have something to contribute to society ;)

2011-03-09T13:31:00.003+08:00

Hey guys... check out this v cool site for a left brain / right brain test. Clicky clicky to see my results :P

Thank you for taking the Creativity Test. The results show your brain dominance as being:

Left Brain	Right Brain
34%	66%

You are more right-brained than left-brained. The right side of your brain controls the left side of your body. In addition to being known as right-brained, you are also known as a creative thinker who uses feeling and intuition to gather information. You retain this information through the use of images and patterns. You are able to visualize the "whole" picture first, and then work backwards to put the pieces together to create the "whole" picture. Your thought process can appear quite illogical and meandering. The problem-solving techniques that you use involve free association, which is often very innovative and creative. The routes taken to arrive at your conclusions are completely opposite to what a left-brained person would be accustomed. You probably find it easy to express yourself using art, dance, or music. Some occupations usually held by a right-brained person are forest ranger, athlete, beautician, actor/actress, craftsman, and artist.

Your complete evaluation follows below:

Your left brain/right brain percentage was calculated by combining the individual scores of each half's sub-categories.

They are as follows:

Your Left Brain Percentages

40%	Reality-based (Your most dominant characteristic)
34%	Verbal
17%	Logical
9%	Sequential
9%	Symbolic
6%	Linear (Your least dominant characteristic)

Your Right Brain Percentages

48%	Fantasy-oriented (Your most dominant characteristic)
39%	Random
30%	Holistic
29%	Intuitive
28%	Concrete
19%	Nonverbal (Your least dominant characteristic)

What Do These Percentages Mean?

Low percentages are common in the Brain Type Test and are not indicative of intelligence. Instead, medium to high scores (30 - 50%) are desireable, as they show an ability to utilize a processing method without an abnormal reliance on it. Special focus should be paid to highly dominant (50% or above) or highly recessive (0 - 30%) methods, as they tend to limit your approach when learning, memorizing, or solving problems.

If you have Highly Dominant characteristics, your normal thinking patterns will naturally utilize these methods. Conscious effort is required to recognize the benefits of other techniques. Using multiple forms of information processing is the best way to fully understand complex issues and become a balanced thinker.

If you have Highly Recessive characteristics, your normal thinking patterns naturally ignore these methods. You may only consider these under-utilized techniques when "all else fails," or possibly not at all. It is important to recognize the benefits of all of your brain's capabilities in order to become a balanced thinker.

Left Brain Categories

Reality-based Processing

Reality-based processing is used by the left hemisphere as a method for processing information with a basis on reality. This processing tool focuses on rules and regulations. An example of this would be how a left-brained person would completely understand the repercussions of turning in a late assignment or failing a test. A left-brained person also usually easily adjusts to changes in their environment.

Your Reality-based Analysis

You process information with a basis in reality, but are not limited to it. You may recognize the repercussions of you actions, but proceed to do something anyway, in the heat of the moment. You can complete projects to whice you are emotionally attached as well as random tasks.

Verbal Processing

Verbal processing is a method used by the left hemisphere to process our thoughts and ideas with words. For example, through verbal processing, a left-brained person giving directions may say, "From this point continue east for two miles and turn north onto Bellevue Road. Continue north on Bellevue Road for seven miles and turn west on Main Street". With verbal processing, exact, logical directions are given in a very sequential manner compared to a right-brained person who, in giving the same directions, would use more visual landmarks.

Your Verbal Analysis

You have a moderate verbal ability. Using this method you process your thoughts and ideas with words. You tend to combine technical details with illustrations, depending on whatever strikes you. For instance, if giving directions, you might say, "Continue two miles east on Court Street and take a left at the McDonalds," combining the exact details of street names and mileage with prominent landmarks.

Logical Processing

Logical processing is a method that is used by the left hemisphere to take information piece by piece and put it all together to form a logical answer. When information is received through reading or listening, the left hemisphere will look for different bits of information that will allow it to produce a logical conclusion. This aspect of the left hemisphere is what aids you in solving math problems and science experiments.

Your Logical Analysis

Logical processing is not one of your strengths, so you may tend to rely on a "gut" feeling to help you make your decisions from the information you have received. For example, you will often choose an answer on a test because it "feels" right, and you may be correct. This is due to the fact of your tendency to look for the whole picture but not the details that create it. You can often start with the answer and work your way back to allow yourself to see the process and parts that create the whole. You may find math problems and science experiments difficult because of this.

Sequential Processing

Sequential processing is a method used by the left hemisphere for processing information. The information that is received is processed in order from first to last. Information is processed in a systematic, logical manner. Through sequential processing, you can interpret and produce symbolic information such as language, mathematics, abstraction, and reasoning. This process is used to store memory in a language format. Activities that require sequential processing include spelling, making a "to-do" list, and many aspects of organization.

Your Sequential Analysis

You tend process information you receive without any priority as to which is processed first, last, or any place in between. It is difficult for you to learn or perform tasks involving sequence. For example, spelling is a task that involves sequence and you may experience problems remembering exact spelling or any type of rote memorization, for that matter. Creating daily lists and plans are probably not activities you enjoy. If you are having problems with tasks involving sequence, there are methods you can use to improve your skills. One method involves using colors to learn sequence. You assign a color to each task. For example, you may want to make the first step green, the second step blue, and the last step red. This helps because the right side of the brain, your dominant side in this case, is sensitive to colors. The important thing to remember is that consistently using the same sequence will help you both improve and recognize that this strategy can be used in many different circumstances involving sequence.

Symbolic Processing

Symbolic processing is a method associated with the left hemisphere that is used for processing the information of pictures and symbols. The majority of functions associated with academics involve symbols such as letters, words, and mathematical notations. This process is what aids you to excel in tasks such as linguistics, mathematics, and memorizing vocabulary words and mathematical formulas.

Your Symbolic Analysis

You have difficulty processing the information of symbols, and would rather see the real object in order to understand. You probably hated algebra. For example, if solving a math problem, you need to "draw out" the problem to understand and solve it. You rely on the visualization of real objects instead of their symbols. Tasks such as memorizing vocabulary words or mathematical formulas are more difficult for you.

Linear Processing

Linear processing is a method by the left hemisphere to process information. In this process, the left brain takes pieces of information, lines them up, and proceeds to arrange them into an order from which it may draw a conclusion. The information is processed from parts to a whole in a straight, forward, and logical progression.

Your Linear Analysis
You tend to have difficulty in processing data in a linear manner. When processing information you tend see the whole picture first and work your way backwards, filling in the pieces as you go. The information you process is not done in a straight, progressive manner, but may take different paths as you start with an assumption and take different paths to discover the threads that lead you to that assumption. Seeing the big picture at the beginning of the process is a necessity for you if you are to understand additional information. When given a task, instead of naturally following directions in a linear fashion, you tend to feel the need to know "why" you are doing something or else you may have difficulty with it.

Right Brain Categories

Fantasy-oriented

Processing Fantasy-oriented processing is used by the right hemisphere as a method for processing information with creativity. It focuses much less on rules and regulations than the processing method of a left-brained person. Due to the fantasy-oriented processing mechanism of a right-brained person, they do not adjust well to change. Instead of adapting to the change in the environment, a right-brained person attempts to change it back to the way they liked it. But fantasy-oriented processing also provides the advantage of creativity to right-brained individuals, and since emotion is integral of the right side of the brain, anything a fantasy-oriented person becomes involved in emotionally will aid their ability to learn.

Your Fantasy-oriented Analysis

You have the ability to use both creativity and reality to process the information you receive. This is a unique gift that allows you to both focus on rules and regulations but to also act with creativity. You are able to adjusting to change, even though you might not like it, and you can become emotionally involved in your work if it interests you.

Random Processing

Random processing is a method used by the right hemisphere for processing information. The information that is received is processed without priority. A right-brained person will usually jump from one task to another due to the random processing by their dominant right hemisphere. Random processing is, of course, the opposite of sequential processing therefore making it difficult for right-brained individuals to choose to learn in sequence. In order to overcome this, a right-brained person may want to attempt to learn sequence by using colors since the right hemisphere is sensitive to color. For example, you may want to associate the first step with green, the second step with blue, and the last step with red. Consistently using the same sequence will allow you to see that this strategy can be applied to many tasks involving sequence.

Your Random Analysis
You have some ability to process data randomly. You are at times able to make "leaps of logic" and discover unique things by thinking "outside of the box." However, you may tend to ignore your random processing thoughts unless you are desperate for a solution. It is important you recognize this skill as not grasping at straws, but a viable way to discover new ways of approaching a problem.

Holistic Processing

Holistic processing is a method used by the right hemisphere to process information. The information is processed from whole to parts. A right-brained person, through holistic processing, is able to see the big picture first, but not the details that accompany it. A strongly holistic person may often find that prior to listening to a lecture given by an instructor, they must first read the chapter so that they better understand what the lecture is about. This function is also what provides to you your visual spatial skills. It also aids in tasks such as dancing and gymnastics. Through holistic processing, memory is stored in auditory, visual, and spatial modalities.

Your Holistic Analysis
You show some ability to process data holistically, starting with the whole and working backwards to find the parts, which inform the whole, to form your conclusion. When you process information in a linear manner you are able to start with the parts and work up to form the whole. It is important to be comfortable with both methods, as both are equally necessary in the learning process.

Intuitive Processing

Intuitive processing is a method that is used by the right hemisphere to process information based on if it "feels" right or not. For example, a right-brained person may choose an answer on a test because they had a "gut" feeling and often they will be correct. Another example of this is how a right-brained person will know the correct answer to a math problem but will not understand the procedure of how they arrived at the correct answer. A right-brained person will usually have to start with the answer and work their way backwards in order to be able to see and understand the parts and process that create the whole.

Your Intuitive Analysis

When processing information, at times you are able to go with your "gut" instincts. At other times you may doubt your instincts, or prefer to put information together piece by piece to form your conclusion. You should be careful not to ignore your intuition, but at the same time do not solely rely on it.

Concrete Processing

Concrete processing is a method associated with the right hemisphere that is used for processing things that can be seen or touched. It processes much of the information you receive from real objects. For example, a right-brained person is not just satisfied that a mathematical formula may work, but will want to know why it works. A strongly concrete person often finds it easier to solve a mathematical problem by "drawing it out" because it allows them to visualize it. The more a concrete person can visualize something the easier it is for them to understand it.

Your Concrete Analysis

At times, you feel the need to see a real object in order to understand it. At other times, you are able to understand a problem on a symbolic level. For example, you may find that in solving math problems, it occasionally helps you to "draw out" the problem in order to understand and solve it.

Nonverbal Processing

Nonverbal processing is a method used by the right hemisphere to process our thoughts with illustrations. Reliance on this method is why it is occasionally difficult for right-brained people to "find the right words" in certain situations. A right-brained person cannot just read or hear information and process it, but first must make a mental video to better understand the information they have received. For example, through nonverbal processing, a person giving directions may say, "Continue going straight until you see a big, red-brick courthouse. At the courthouse turn right, and go down that street for a couple of miles until you se a gray stone church which will be on your right. Straight across from the church is the road to the left you need to take." With nonverbal processing, the directions that are given are extremely visual compared to the exact, sequential directions that would be given by a left-brained person.

Your Nonverbal Analysis

You have little ability in nonverbal processing. When you process your thoughts and ideas you mainly use words instead of illustrations. For example, if you were giving directions you may say, "Continue traveling west for 3 miles and turn north at the intersection." You would give exact, logical directions in a very sequential manner.

damnyouautocorrect.com

2011-03-02T14:38:00.001+08:00

Saw this on FB. Made me LOL.

Read. LOL. Share.

Whats the difference between a writer and a gigolo looking for work?

2011-03-01T21:14:00.002+08:00

My pen is for sale
My penis for sale.

Just the space.

At least I won't be getting any STD's I guess ;)

Ironic much?

2011-02-27T15:37:00.000+08:00

Anyone else shaking their head in disgust?

The very same people who are saying the two Indonesians who were killed by a lady whose handbag they snatch deserved to die, are now preaching equality of rights in Malaysia.

Lets follow the logic.

Bloody Indons. Come to our country. Work construction. Get underpaid. Commit crime. You deserved to die. Don't waste our tax payers money paying their medical bills. I hope you suffered before you died.

and compare it with:

OMG so much racism and discrimination. No more discrimination in Malaysia please! Equal rights for all. Otherwise we'll move overseas. Work construction. Commit crime... and deserve to die...

Glasshouse. Stone.

Beauty isn't skin deep.

2011-02-24T09:43:00.000+08:00

This made me choke on my morning coffee

Match Making 101 & Annoying mothers

2011-02-23T18:00:00.001+08:00

You think your mother's a nag?
A pain in the ass?
Desperate to get you hitched?

Read on! And you'll see you don't have it NEARLY as bad as this poor girl in China did. Check out this article I saw at the www.dailychilli.com

Mom posts nude video of daughter online

A Chinese mother has posted a video of her naked daughter online so that she can find a boyfriend.

The over one-minute video, which shows the 26-year-old girl named Lulu in the nude, has become the latest hit in the cyber space of China.

It begins with the mother introducing the daughter, saying: "It is very popular now to match-make through the Internet, I also wish to find a boyfriend for my daughter.

"As for the requirements… an average man will do."

The mother then walked towards the bathroom where she had a conversation with the girl.

"I don’t have any, as long as he is good to you and me, even a beggar is fine," the girl said, when asked what her requirements were.

"If he is good to you, I think a beggar is fine," the mother answered helplessly.

From their accent, it is believed that the mother and daughter are from Hunan.

Netizens, however, have doubts about the video, saying that it was just another cheap publicity stunt.

Vince cannot spell.

2011-02-22T22:47:00.001+08:00

My spelling might be suspect. But my bitchiness definitely isn't!!

Vince Edwin says
i dunno
i only realised it
when i was watching the game live
lol

Silly American says
Your lost your ability to ever tease me again about a typo!! Your Spelling Mistake Reporter card has been revoked!!
and realized has a z in it!!
Get it right Asian boy!!
are you looking it up to make sure I am correct? lololol

Vince Edwin says
mate
realised = british
realized = american
lol

Silly American says
I thought we were speaking English?

Vince Edwin says
yes
we are
we're speaking english
not american
D:

Silly American says

Nope, Websters ENGLISH dictionary...look it up
hahaha

Vince Edwin says
lol
sorry mate
a little black midget
on a corny comedy series
that went out of style in the 70ties

Vince Edwin says
doesn't define english for me

Silly American says
lol

A big middle finger to all you retarded Malaysian drivers

2011-02-22T09:05:00.002+08:00

First off are you wondering whether the title means all Malaysian drivers are retarded?

Or do you reckon the title refers to only Malaysian drivers who are retarded?

Go figure. I'm too pissed off to be PC.

FYI retards. your 3 seconds of saved time can probably cost you or someone else 3 weeks of time wasted and inconvenience if an accident happens. Or a life.

Cutting left suddenly to hop on to a faster lane without looking to see if the coast is clear is stupid and reckless. Why do it with bumper to bumper traffic. HOW FAST CAN YOU GO?

Which is exactly what happened this morning. I was driving. Retard Who Wants to Save 3 seconds cuts suddenly into my lane. I hit brakes. Retard on a Motorcycle behind me hits the back of my car.

So I pull over. Expecting Retard on a Motorcycle to do the same. Except birds of a feather flock together and both retards have left the accident scene. Yes. I do know Retard Who Wants to Save 3 seconds doesn't have to stop. But Retard on a Motorcycle did a runner. It happened so fast I couldn't catch the number plate of his motorcycle.

I have a some scratches and a dent in my car. I need to go check my alignment and stuff cause my car lurched from the impact.

You know what the icing on this fucking cake is? Now I have a fucking retarded coffee stain on my favorite T-shirt.

So I got scalded by hot coffee first thing in the morning, my car needs to go to the workshop and my favorite t-shirt is screwed.

THANK YOU FOR A GREAT START TO THE DAY.

Fcking retards.

Human Biology

2011-02-20T23:42:00.000+08:00

Reminder: The toes u step on today might be connected to the ass you have to kiss tomorrow.

So at times its best to just keep your mouth shut. Smile. And move on. Even if people are freaking stupid. Or piss you off.

This is the part where you hope that one day it becomes your toes. And your ass. :)

E-books

2011-02-20T21:19:00.002+08:00

Just doing a lil research and reading up on e-Books. This found an interesting guide here. Check it out!

Introduction

This guide is about selling eBook on eBay. We will briefly talk about how to create or find eBooks to sell, how to list your ebook and how to deliver your ebook to your customer. Actually the method can be applied to any other information product such as software, streaming audio, video seminars, cgi/perl scripts..etc. products that can be downloaded immediately after the order is placed.

Why Sell eBook

People are hunger for information. In fact one of the main reason people go on the internet is to find information. If your eBook can solve some people’s problem, addresses their needs, they will want to buy it and eBooks allows them to have that information immediately. We all love it!

How to get eBooks to Sell

Basically there are 2 ways to get eBooks to sell: a) Create your own product b) get products with resell right.

Create Your Own Product
Here are some tips on how to create your own product:

1. Start with something that you know about. Whether it's marketing information, credit card secrets, how to build a house, how to start a Corporation and get $400,000 in corporate credit or whatever else that's being sold today, you can write your own hot eBook or report about it.

2. If you are not good at writing, then you a) can get someone else to write it b) interview an expert and then transcribe it, or even do it on the phone, tape it and then write it or c) partner with some expert. Get their knowledge, create the book and share profit

If you create your own product, you may be wondering about copyright because digital products can be copied easily for resell. I am not an expert on copyright law but eBay does have some way to protect you. Go to eBay Help and then type in “copyright” and you will find the information you want.

http://pages.ebay.ca/help/policies/copyrights.html

One time I did see a seller listing on eBay a book which can only be sold on the author’s website. Sure enough, after a few days, that seller was shut down by eBay.

Buy Products to Resell

If you go on eBay, there’re lots of eBooks which you can buy and resell. You can buy those products and then resell them. You may also find the following terms with those products: resell right, full/master resell right, private label right (PLR). It’s a good place to explain these terms so you know what you are getting.

1. Resell Rights: When you purchase a product with Resell Rights, you are licensed to resell that product as many times as you would like. However, you cannot resell the resell rights.

2. Full Resell Rights: When you purchase a product with Full Resell Rights, you are licensed to resell that product as many times as you would like. Also, if you have Full Resell Rights you also can resell the resell rights. Which means that not only can you sell the product, but you can also sell the product with resell rights to your buyer.

3. Private Label Rights + Source Code Rights: When you purchase a product with Private Label Rights and/or Source Code Rights you are allowed to take that product and modify it in any way that you please. This means you can take the raw product, change it, add to it, take away from it, and claim it as your own! You can make all the modifications to the product that you wish. And also, you can place your name on it and market that product as your own. With Private Label Rights and/or Source Code Rights you also have Full Resell Rights for the product.

It is obvious that Private Label Rights are the best but often those are the most expensive to buy.

You may also notice that some of the eBooks are really cheap on eBay. Part of the reason is that some eBooks are written primarily as marketing tool. These eBooks are considered “viral” (which means that they spread quickly like virus). Authors can put in their own websites and affiliate links so that they can get the advertising they want and backend sales. However, those eBooks still often contain valuable information and sometimes tons of free tools. Anyways these eBooks benefit the author, seller and buyer and everyone is happy.

How to list your eBook

Some tips on how to list your eBook:

When you buy resell right products, generally seller may not include sales/listing materials for you (sales materials includes all the html, graphics etc so that your listing really looks professional). However, occasionally some sellers will include the html sale pages. (By the way, almost all items in my eBay store include resell right and most INCLUDE sales materials). If you do have sales material, listing your item on eBay is a lot easier.

Learn some basic html and how to work with web graphics. If you want to be successful doing business on the net, you will need to know some html and web graphics at some point. Again, you can pick up some eBooks and learn the basic very easily. There are also some VIDEO eBooks which show you exactly what to do, what to type, what to click etc. I find them to be very useful. If you visit my store, search for "VIDEO" in the listing title and you will find those products.

How to deliver your eBook INSTANTLY

Now eBay makes it very easy to deliver digital items. For details, go to eBay Help and type in “digital item” in the search bar and you will find the information.

http://pages.ebay.com/choosingformats/digitalitems/

http://pages.ebay.com/help/sell/selling-digital-items.html

However, I will briefly explain the basic concept and process. When you are creating your listing, you can specify that you are listing a “digital item”. If you are selling a “digital item”, then there is a place where you can specify the “delivery instruction”. This will typically be the place (web address) that your customer can download your product. The neat thing is that this instruction is shown to the buyer as soon as the buyer pays you with Paypal. (The buyer can also see this instruction by going into his eBay account, under the “Items Won” section, click the drop down list and choose “View digital delivery”.

Bear in mind that when you sell digital item, the buyer MUST pay right away with Paypal.
If you use the above method, then all you need is some web space and a way to upload your product to some web space.

How do you get web space? If you sign up for internet services, the chance is that you may be given some web space already. Check with your Internet service provider. If you are serious about selling items on the internet, sooner or later, you will want to get your own domain name, setup your own website and sign-up for web hosting which typically allows you various amount of web space. Do check what the web space allowance is before you sign up.

How do you upload your product to the web space? The simplest way is to use FTP (a file transfer method). There are a lot of place on the net where you can download free FTP programs. When you use an FTP program, basically you use the program to log into your web account, then it is just a matter of selecting the file you want to upload and where you want to upload to.

If you don’t have an FTP program, then you can just use Internet Explorer to log into your web space. You will need to find the ftp location first from your service provider. To log into your web space, typically in the Internet Explorer address bar, you will enter an address given to you by your Internet service provider.

You will then be asked for the account name and password for your web space account.
Then you just open up another window using Window explorer to find the files you want to upload and drag and drop the files to your web space.

However, if you don’t have any web space and don’t want to upload files etc, then you can always use the email method. It will still work but it is pretty manual and your customers may not get the product as quickly as they want.

Conclusion

I hope this guide gives you some basic information on how to get your eBooks and sell them on eBay. Selling eBooks on eBay is a viable business but selling eBooks is not a get rich quick scheme. You do have to spend time and effort and produce something of value to your customers. I find that producing value to your customer is VERY important. As you start to investigate how to make money on the internet, there are a lot of “promise to get rich quick” schemes which only boils down to nothing but MLM (Multi-Level-Marketing) and produce nothing of value to anyone except the hope that your “downline” will give you money. Focus on delivering value and you will be successful!

If you find this article useful, I would really appreciate your "helpful" vote using the Rating box just below this article (at the bottom of this screen). In the meantime, good luck and wish you all the success with your eBook business!

The Hidden Lights

Live by your decisions

So bitchy la you...

Touching Eulogy

You give me fever.

A helping hand

21 Guns

Breathe

When it rains.

Rods and People

Give an Ethiopian a rod, and he will fish for life.*aww*Give a Chinese dude a rod, and he'll rent it out to buy more rods and eventually start a franchise.

Are we still wondering why the Chinese are the backbone of so many economies?! :P :P

More sketches

Sketches

The path untravelled

Humpty Dumpty

5 rules to remember in life!

Short+Sweet Melbourne shortlist

Here's a long ass email regarding my S&S Melbourne entry. For those too lazy to read all of it, here's a simple summary.

Your script sucks. Didn't pick it. Thanks for the entry fee!

_____________________________________

Short+Sweet Melbourne shortlist | Get script feedback via our new forum

Rage. rage agaionst the dying of the light.

DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT

Fuck the holidays

3 Wishes FOR Nescafe

Impressions : Old hawker at HSBC

Learning Latin

It's all about finding the why.

Pearls of wisdom from Mothers

Life and ‘Lain-lain’ Problems

Can you understand?

Apparently they don't teach the difference between study and studies at HELP University College

My First Kiss.

Something I found in my old bloggie after Alex asked met to submit something romantic for Turn the Page. :P

Wednesday, April 30, 2008

First kiss...

Yesterday. Tommorow. Today.

My Starbucks fb moments~

I like your.... HANDS!

Been at the same job too long?

Simple concept behind my new blog name

Another FB loser

Why Men are the best cooks.

Men are the Best Cooks

Because with:two eggs,one sausage& a little bit of milk,he can fill a girl's tummy for nine months.

Lame copywriter joke

Why do people need to provoke me?

How to tell if your copywriter has had a bad... baddd day

Randomness

Chameleon

I'd win this AXE contest... no problem...

Creatives vs Servicing

Sure bo? Rehab in Thailand?

This comment I saw on Youtube made me LOL

Jesus Loves You!

damnyouautocorrect.com

Whats the difference between a writer and a gigolo looking for work?

Ironic much?

Beauty isn't skin deep.

Match Making 101 & Annoying mothers

Vince cannot spell.

A big middle finger to all you retarded Malaysian drivers

Human Biology

E-books

Give an Ethiopian a rod, and he will fish for life.

aww

Give a Chinese dude a rod, and he'll rent it out to buy more rods and eventually start a franchise.

Because with:
two eggs,
one sausage
& a little bit of milk,
he can fill a girl's tummy for nine months.