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happy birthday jim, you will always be my lizard king.
-the doors: light my fire-
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…
bleah. another crazy week. and this is just the beginning. there’s a milestone deadline on friday, a rush to put together a very important presentation pitch. a one year project, every year, for the next ten years. hopefully.
i don’t mind slogging, really. i am a slave to the art. i enjoy designing and i like the long hours. seriously, i hope the project goes through or else i am going to be majorly pissed for all the work and time the team and i has already put in.
also, i have not got my random weekly ethanol infusion yet. and for today’s workload i think it is time for one, so i shall hit the pub downstairs…
-digicamography, photoshop-
sunday reflections.
today.
something amateurish. something whimsical. hastily scribbled on to coffee stained serviettes while lounging at my favorite neighborhood yuppie caffeine joint. me at my corner table, watching the world go by as the skies comes down in a long and lazy precipitation.
it’s just one of those sundays…
-digicamography, photoshop-
i rarely take the train anymore nowadays. and on occasions that i do, i try and keep a look out for you but i have not seen you again since. do you remember that we traded smiles once upon a long time ago? we could loosely be considered as an acquaintance of sorts. we meet often enough to acknowledge each others’ presence but we have never actually spoken. maybe we wanted to, but i guess the want was not strong enough to make us follow through with our feelings.
you in your corner seat with your head bopping, mouthing lyrics silently to the songs playing on your ipod. me on the other opposite end, with my face buried in my book. i look up occasionally to steal glances at you. and perhaps you noticed, so you stole glances of your own too. and when our eyes crossed path, we hurriedly exchanged clumsy smiles and you look away all flustered and red faced.
gosh, you are so damn cute. but then i guess i have a huge crush-thing for geek girls like you in black framed emo glasses *smiles*
a few hours into day two and i’m already thrown off the deep end. i got projects heaped onto me like there is no tomorrow. three which is actually just a walk in the park but the one major international project is the one that is keeping me on my toes. i don’t mind. work keeps me busy, keeps my mind on track.
keeps my mind off her for the moment, and i really need that…
so this is it. nose to the screen and hand on the mouse, grinding 10-12 hours easy on five hectic weekdays. endless team meetings, endless stream of email forwards and updates. not to mention working back at home after getting off work. working on the weekends. brainstorming, flow charting and media planning on sunday afternoons back at the office with the team. repeat cycle come monday. yep, seems like i have gotten myself back into the agency mode. and in some perverse way, i enjoy this organised chaos.
so these few days was pretty much a whirlwind ride, getting to know the key people in the team hierarchy better, sorting out who gets to be on what and getting into the grinding mode. and unfortunately, my dearest ‘wife’ has chosen now to leave the company. bugger. so for the moment, i am doing my own copy as well as ad-ing. ugh. i reckon i should ask for double pay, yes? heh.
as much as i like to write, and i can write but i am not a creative writer in that sense, per se. so now i am in the midst of looking for a replacement. and it is quite hard for me really, because i tend to look at looks first over credentials. especially so when i have a stack of cv to go through and i am spoiled for choice. hence the whetting out process shall be left to the creative director. haha.
so anybody knows any copywriter that is looking for a job?
the scope of work is pretty simple actually, you will be doing mainly writings for online contents. fresh out of tertiary schoolers please apply. this will be a good launching platform for you. so yeah, don’t be shy. write in or hook me up with anybody you know that needs a job or wants a change in scenery, with their resume of course, to the above left email.
zoe, i wish you the best of luck wherever you go and whatever you do…
-digicamography, photoshop-
hello old girl.
haven’t seen you in a long time, my poor neglected girlfriend. no i have not forgotten about you. it’s just that i have many things on my mind and life has been rather unkind to me.
i am sorry. i know you will understand.
it is time to haul you out of cold storage. time to wipe off years of gathered dust. time to re-string and re-tune you.
so… shall we get acquainted again? hi. these fingers are old, creaky and rusty, and i have forgotten how to hold most of your chords. please excuse me if i am clumsy and i hurt you. i am sure in time i can make you sing again.
give me a chance. let’s start over from the beginning shall we?
-jason mraz: summer breeze (seals and croft cover)-
leaving on a jet plane. 3 days till i get to see you again.
i guess one of the good things about you not being around most of the time: we’d be too busy crazyloving each other to argue when you come back. perfect yes? *smiles*
fuck all that. this is it. no more bullshit. just love. as real as it comes.
never knew what someone as amazing as you saw in this but you stood by it and you held my hand anyways. you supported me unconditionally. you believed in me completely.
surprised. confused. elated. i will not let you down. ever.
so it is agreed, this is our last stop? you and me, let us try our best to make this work.
-lamb: lullaby-
there she goes, there she goes again.
all this is taking a little getting used to because i’ve always been in relationships with women that’s always close by. and knowing that she will be away at least 15 – 20 days in a month isn’t easy, but i’m pretty sure we will be okay.
so it’s true, absence does make the heart grow fonder.
-aaliyah: let me know(isley brothers cover)-
