i like the scars

Sunday reflections.

i like the scars you left on my back when i first took you.

“it could hurt”, i said. you smiled and told me you would hurt me back if it did.

i will not pretend that i remember them when you were still around. these light, raised lines across my back, for they were so much a part of me. these gifts of affection were so easily discarded and  forgotten. i blame youth. we were so young. and we were all just transient creatures crossing paths in the eddies of life.

it’s been 10 years. the distinct keloids are almost gone, the lighter colors have faded into my skin tone, my finger pads brush on almost smoothed out skin instead of those imperfect knots and valleys that i’ve grown so used to.

i try so hard now to reminisce the you that i fell in love with. i look at those pictures of us that i still have and try to remember your character. your smile. your laughter.

everything in fragments. almost gone. just like you.

koginavaan, i would always wish you well. it still tears me up inside, because of me you are now what you have become. and if i could go back again and set things right, i would gladly do so…

-dj shadow: six days-

chocolate

do you like chocolate? i sure do. and kit kats seems to be the flavour of the day. hmm.

i love kit kats *smiles*

eyelashes

she said: wait *picks eyelash off his face* ok, another eyelash…

he said: hmm? oh ok.

she said: seems like a lot of people are thinking of you, you geek-boy-man thing you *grins*

he said: what the—! what’s this old wives’ cock and bull shit *laughs* you believe those kind of things?

she said: please! i was told okay. doesn’t necessary means i believe it too.

he said: *continues laughing*

she said: *frowns*

i am curious. old wives’ tales have some truth in it yes? i wonder if you are thinking of me? are you? well, probably just wishful thinking on my part *smiles*

too fast

-digicamography, photoshop-

 

monday night mabs

and d. said: having monday night after work mabs session always makes sunday thoughts of going to work tomorrow easier. we should have more of this~

no truer words said my dear. and we shall have more of this, definitely *smiles*

but first, let me stock up on a spare liver or two, because i am up to three consistent drinking days in a week since getting back to gear. and since i kick started this mabs culture here, i foresee an exponential increase in drinking days in a week from now on.

damn.

bob speaks

-digicamography, photoshop-

sunday reflections.

the truth.

catch you around sometime

thank you.

well, this was something different, yes? *smiles* i had a wonderful walk and talk session amidst the hard music and flashing night lights of downtown kl, past midnight. sorry, i am not that big of a clubbing person and i was born with two left feet. such a waste when you were dressed up to the nines. i only hope i did not bore you with the long walk and chat.

i will make it up to you with a proper wine and dine session, so let us do that the next time okay?

‘yeah. ok. uhm, so i’ll catch you around sometime…’

what the fuck?! brain!! that is all you could come up with to say?

/facepalm

eet

-digicamography, photoshop-

fuck work. drinking is fun. getting high is the bomb.  getting drunk is king! i love alcohol. and friends. weekends is always the best.

i love you.

Ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee-ee- Eet eet eet.

-regina spektor: eet-

gurgle

the only thing worse than having to rework a whole campaign direction from scratch is having your senior creatives not standing on the same level in terms of idea and direction. two different mind maps? two different laundry lists? are you fucking kidding me? sighs. everybody is drowning and we are given two cement shoes instead of a lifesaver. great.

i would rather sometimes these people just take their fat pay check, sit there not doing anything instead of giving me and the team grief.  no really, it’s fine. just sit there in your comfy chair in your big swanky room. no we don’t need your help. yes we don’t. don’t look so surprised. thank you very much.

the tumultuous complex layer-drama and socio-politics of an advertising agency, that i don’t miss. coming back to my beginnings, it reminds me of why i left this in the first place. thank god here nobody is fucking the boss or giving the old AE hag-queen some cunnilingus, yet. haha.

not even one month into work and i am already plotting murder. and if i could get away with it, then no doubt the path of my creativity would definitely be littered with bodies…

a lot of bodies indeed…

sugar rush

-digicamography, photoshop-

cupcakes. wonderful sunday cupcakes. one of the best things to have come out of an oven in the history of mankind.

nothing like a bit of marzipan overload to help smooth out the frayed edges. reminds me of the ones you bought for my mother. they were amazing. i buy them for her now from time to time. so, yeah.

work is going good but the fickleness of the senior creatives is really giving the team hell. we worked long and hard only to get a change of direction suddenly. and when we scrambled to cobbled together a new direction to present only to be asked why are we not incorporating the previous designs in the new one. cue wide eyed slack jawed faces around the room.

spent the whole day studying the mind map and brain storming with the team. working. on a sunday. bummer. never knew it could be so tiring by just using your brains. i think we are all more tired over the fact that it is like the umpteen time we are doing this. let us just hope that third time is a charm.

i definitely need some sugar now. both of the confectionery and of the emotional-physical kind.

getting the latter is another challenge in itself.