Dammit.
Everything applies to me!
The worst part is, I was listening to "Father and son" when reading this.
Depressing!!!!!!
What the heck, growing old is part of life...
10 SIGNS YOU"VE GROWN UP.
1. You think of the consequences before you act.
2. You find it hard to spend as you know that earning money is not that easy as spending money.
3. You realise that time is precious and you do not have much left.
4. You get the idea that things you done 1 year ago feel extremely retarded to you now.
5. You start getting wedding invites.
6. When you meet up with friends, the topics goes like this "Last time", "In the past" , " Remember that time when we...".
7. You suddenly ask yourself what is the meaning/purpose of your life.
8. You can do something you do not like everyday even when there is no one pushing you to do it.
9. You see other kids and you ask either 1) How old they are, 2) Where they are studying.
10. You forgot what it is like to be a kid and how irrating adults can be when they all ask the same questions.
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Rush hour!
Of late, I feel tired and worn out.
I once remembered someone telling me to slow down. That I was moving too fast for my body to catch up. I am beginning to feel this is true (either that, I am severely malnourished and need some multi-vitamins soon).
For the longest time, I am always been rushing for something - deadlines, meetings, appointments - so much so that sometimes I rush for no reason. Being in advertising, especially the creative department didn't make things easier. There's always something new, and we always have to be on top of trends, style and techniques. The deadlines are atrocious and the clients/colleagues are equally bad. The elusive rat-race has got the better of me. A holiday away from work was no different, I try to pack in as many activities I can - always rushing from one to another. It was ingrained in me. Move fast, or be eaten.
This may be cliché, but I am beginning to see the joy in stopping to smell the roses.
Really, it makes a whole world of difference. I start to realize that somethings are not worth fretting about. Nobody takes me seriously, so why should I. It has also open my eyes to my priorities. For too long I have neglected the things that I should have done/enjoy/experience earlier. Also the adage "Youth is wasted on the young" rings so true for me now. It's not easy to let things go, I still catch myself tensing up over peanuts. After decades of lightspeed, I understand it would probably take some time for me to adjust.
But I am not rushing.
Anyway, here's something I picked up from another blog and I thought it something nice to share.
By Douglas Malloch as published in Dale Carnegie’s ‘How to Enjoy Your Life and Your Job’:
If you can’t be a pine on top of a hill,
Be a scrub in the valley- but be
The best little scrub by the side of the rill;
Be a bush, if you can’t be a tree.
If you can’t be a bush, be a bit of the grass,
And some highway happier make;
If you can’t be a muskie, then just be a bass-
But the liveliest bass in the lake!
We can’t all be captains, we’ve got to be crew,
There’s something for all of us here.
There’s big work to do and there’s lesser things to do
And the task we must do is the near.
If you can’t be a highway, then just be a trail,
If you can’t be the sun, be a star;
It isn’t by size that you win or your fail-
Be the best of whatever you are!
I once remembered someone telling me to slow down. That I was moving too fast for my body to catch up. I am beginning to feel this is true (either that, I am severely malnourished and need some multi-vitamins soon).
For the longest time, I am always been rushing for something - deadlines, meetings, appointments - so much so that sometimes I rush for no reason. Being in advertising, especially the creative department didn't make things easier. There's always something new, and we always have to be on top of trends, style and techniques. The deadlines are atrocious and the clients/colleagues are equally bad. The elusive rat-race has got the better of me. A holiday away from work was no different, I try to pack in as many activities I can - always rushing from one to another. It was ingrained in me. Move fast, or be eaten.
This may be cliché, but I am beginning to see the joy in stopping to smell the roses.
Really, it makes a whole world of difference. I start to realize that somethings are not worth fretting about. Nobody takes me seriously, so why should I. It has also open my eyes to my priorities. For too long I have neglected the things that I should have done/enjoy/experience earlier. Also the adage "Youth is wasted on the young" rings so true for me now. It's not easy to let things go, I still catch myself tensing up over peanuts. After decades of lightspeed, I understand it would probably take some time for me to adjust.
But I am not rushing.
Anyway, here's something I picked up from another blog and I thought it something nice to share.
By Douglas Malloch as published in Dale Carnegie’s ‘How to Enjoy Your Life and Your Job’:
If you can’t be a pine on top of a hill,
Be a scrub in the valley- but be
The best little scrub by the side of the rill;
Be a bush, if you can’t be a tree.
If you can’t be a bush, be a bit of the grass,
And some highway happier make;
If you can’t be a muskie, then just be a bass-
But the liveliest bass in the lake!
We can’t all be captains, we’ve got to be crew,
There’s something for all of us here.
There’s big work to do and there’s lesser things to do
And the task we must do is the near.
If you can’t be a highway, then just be a trail,
If you can’t be the sun, be a star;
It isn’t by size that you win or your fail-
Be the best of whatever you are!
Friday, September 26, 2008
I come out with craziest shit while i am sitting on the porcelain throne. Shit here means ideas, thoughts, perspectives and even that witty retort that's a day too late. More often than not after flushing, it seems the ideas and thoughts goes down the same route as my other shit.
And as of late, my memory seems busted. Like a scratch on a DVD, my recollection power stutters, shrieks and get stuck on a frame - a frame before the big reveal. Leaves me hanging like an idiot. I am not sure if my lack of memory nowadays is due to severe amounts of alcohol, the fact that I am getting older (damn myself for saying it) or maybe it's an early sign of alzheimer. That'll be a bitch.
Memory to me are precious little stuff, like a movie archive where you can revisit that trip to Phuket over and over again or even to that day when I punched the dimwit who kept bullying me. Whenever I open my archives, I am transported to that time. I can feel the wind, smell the sea and even listen to conversation going on. I can't rewrite it (if i do, it would be called an imagination - and not a memory). It's a terrible thing to waste, this memory thing.
I reminded myself to get gingko biloba, which is suppose to improve your memory. But of course, I forgot. I may have to tattoo it across my chest. I have also increase my
consumption on those scaly aquarians (I was looking for the word 'fish' but got stuck).
Anyway, I am not too worried about it right now. Simply because i forget to after a few days until I remembered i was forgetting.
Perhaps I should take a nice long relaxing holiday (sans alcohol and party). A detox if you may. But in my current state of affairs, that day is as far as the islands I want to visit. Running a creative crack unit by day, a struggling entrepreneur by night and a sweaty photographer on weekends. It's no wonder I drink so much.
I rarely have time for myself! You know those little moments when you reflect on life - hey you know what - maybe I need to reflect more. Reflecting is like in those days of VHS, you have to rewind the tape and watch it again lest you want the tape to rot.
Ok, so I need a long holiday alone without alcohol, sit on a rock and reflect on life.
I will start applying leave soon.
I need to reclaim my life back!
And as of late, my memory seems busted. Like a scratch on a DVD, my recollection power stutters, shrieks and get stuck on a frame - a frame before the big reveal. Leaves me hanging like an idiot. I am not sure if my lack of memory nowadays is due to severe amounts of alcohol, the fact that I am getting older (damn myself for saying it) or maybe it's an early sign of alzheimer. That'll be a bitch.
Memory to me are precious little stuff, like a movie archive where you can revisit that trip to Phuket over and over again or even to that day when I punched the dimwit who kept bullying me. Whenever I open my archives, I am transported to that time. I can feel the wind, smell the sea and even listen to conversation going on. I can't rewrite it (if i do, it would be called an imagination - and not a memory). It's a terrible thing to waste, this memory thing.
I reminded myself to get gingko biloba, which is suppose to improve your memory. But of course, I forgot. I may have to tattoo it across my chest. I have also increase my
consumption on those scaly aquarians (I was looking for the word 'fish' but got stuck).
Anyway, I am not too worried about it right now. Simply because i forget to after a few days until I remembered i was forgetting.
Perhaps I should take a nice long relaxing holiday (sans alcohol and party). A detox if you may. But in my current state of affairs, that day is as far as the islands I want to visit. Running a creative crack unit by day, a struggling entrepreneur by night and a sweaty photographer on weekends. It's no wonder I drink so much.
I rarely have time for myself! You know those little moments when you reflect on life - hey you know what - maybe I need to reflect more. Reflecting is like in those days of VHS, you have to rewind the tape and watch it again lest you want the tape to rot.
Ok, so I need a long holiday alone without alcohol, sit on a rock and reflect on life.
I will start applying leave soon.
I need to reclaim my life back!
Thursday, September 25, 2008
The miracle cure all...
It's the miracle cure all.
Everybody knows about it.
Everybody recommends it.
Everybody swears by it.
It's called 'water'.
Don't believe me?
Just walk up to ANYBODY (anybody you know, preferably) and tell them you have a fever. Their answer would most likely be, "Ooh, better drink more water".
"I got sore throat"
"Drink more water"
"I got headache"
"Get him some water!"
"I think i am coming down with a flu"
"Water!!!!!"
From now on I am going to dispense this remedy like it's the miracle cure that it is.
"Hey Lam, I can't seem to get this visual right"
"Drink more water then...."
Everybody knows about it.
Everybody recommends it.
Everybody swears by it.
It's called 'water'.
Don't believe me?
Just walk up to ANYBODY (anybody you know, preferably) and tell them you have a fever. Their answer would most likely be, "Ooh, better drink more water".
"I got sore throat"
"Drink more water"
"I got headache"
"Get him some water!"
"I think i am coming down with a flu"
"Water!!!!!"
From now on I am going to dispense this remedy like it's the miracle cure that it is.
"Hey Lam, I can't seem to get this visual right"
"Drink more water then...."
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Canon goes green!
Join now, volunteer and plant some trees!
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Monday, September 1, 2008
Dribble dribble...
Monday was a holiday, but futsal was to continue as usual.
The futsal court was a good 20 minutes drive away for me. Halfway, I got an SMS saying futsal was off due to lack of players. I made a u-turn and grumbled. Suddenly I remembered I had to remind my other friends that the game was off. I sent an SMS and almost immediately got a reply.
Jamie said he was able to get another 5 players. Ok, I tought, so I SMS the rest to say the game should continue as usual.
At this time I was parked in the emergency lane doing speed SMS, which I am not used to. Then, I had to make another u-turn to point myself to the right direction. When I arrived, we had just enough players - 10 of us. So we decided on an hour game as oppose to the usual 2.
I gotta say, those new guys are good and organised. Learnt a thing or two from them and I really had to work hard for the ball. And because they were organised and 'professional', it was a much more fun of a game then the one I am used to - you know the type where wherever the ball is, the rest of the players are to?
And also because of that, I manage thru the whole game without spraining my ankle or stubbing my toe. What a joy! I even manage a few headers, but again not scoring with it.
Overall I was very happy with the game and I went home contented.
Feeling all revived, I popped in 'Sex in the City - The Movie' into the DVD player. Reheated the Ayam Percik (bought earlier at the Buka Puasa stalls). And as I was about the park my ass on the floor, it happened.
My ankle was twisted in a weird manner and I suffered a sprain.
Dammit.
The futsal court was a good 20 minutes drive away for me. Halfway, I got an SMS saying futsal was off due to lack of players. I made a u-turn and grumbled. Suddenly I remembered I had to remind my other friends that the game was off. I sent an SMS and almost immediately got a reply.
Jamie said he was able to get another 5 players. Ok, I tought, so I SMS the rest to say the game should continue as usual.
At this time I was parked in the emergency lane doing speed SMS, which I am not used to. Then, I had to make another u-turn to point myself to the right direction. When I arrived, we had just enough players - 10 of us. So we decided on an hour game as oppose to the usual 2.
I gotta say, those new guys are good and organised. Learnt a thing or two from them and I really had to work hard for the ball. And because they were organised and 'professional', it was a much more fun of a game then the one I am used to - you know the type where wherever the ball is, the rest of the players are to?
And also because of that, I manage thru the whole game without spraining my ankle or stubbing my toe. What a joy! I even manage a few headers, but again not scoring with it.
Overall I was very happy with the game and I went home contented.
Feeling all revived, I popped in 'Sex in the City - The Movie' into the DVD player. Reheated the Ayam Percik (bought earlier at the Buka Puasa stalls). And as I was about the park my ass on the floor, it happened.
My ankle was twisted in a weird manner and I suffered a sprain.
Dammit.
Friday, August 29, 2008
Being picked-up...
I never thought it would happen to me.
Wait.... I still don't believe it happened to me.
I was picked up by a gay guy.
Now, I am not homophobic and I have nothing against 'alternative' lifestyles - but I never thought that it would happen to me. Best (or worst) of all, it did not happen in a pub, club or other social places, it casually happened in a shopping mall.
I was walking to Cineleisure from The Curve, using the overhead bridge. As I was walking on the bridge, I noticed that some people were filming a drama. So they blocked the way till the director yelled cut. Being in advertising, a film shoot is normal for me so I had to work my way thru all the 'spectators'. As I was approaching the Cineleisure entrance, there was another guy there guarding the traffic.
As I walk pass him, I thought he looked familiar and so did a double-take. I might have slipped a smile and I am sure he did. Then I realised he's not the person I knew. So, I carried on walking. I was heading for a photoshoot myself so I had my camera bag with me.
The I heard him shouting "Are you a photographer" from behind me. So I turned around and said yes.
"Photographer for who?"
"For a magazine"
"Oh really, which magazine?"
"Area Magazine. Oh, I have an issue in my bag. Let me give you one"
(While searching my bag) "So what shoot is this?"
"Oh it's a drama for mediaprima"
"I see. Here you go" (I pass the mag to him)
Then we shook hands and exchanged names. Now, I didn't notice this at the time but he was sliding my palms with his fingers. A universal 'Hi-I-am-gay' handshake? So anyway...
"Nice to meet you, but I gotta go. I have an appointment"
"Ok."
He was flipping the magazine.
"Hey, how do I contact you?"
At this time I thought he meant how to contact Area Magazine. So I showed him the first page and explained a bit on the magazine. Also did a little sales pitch and told him if ever they gonna have another shoot around the vicinity, do contact us - cos we may want to cover it... etc etc.
He was listening attentively and then I excused myself.
"So call us la!"
And I walked away.
"But how do I call you?"
"The number is in there and my colleague will attend to you"
Then he rolled his head sideways (and left it there like he broke his neck), smiled and crossed his legs.
"But I want to call you la, sayang" (OK, i am not sure if it's sayang, dear, baby or whatever - but there was some term of endearment)
At this time I was walking faster to my destination.
"Just call the number in the magazine"
"Aiyahh.. give me your number laaa..."
He was wiggling all over and started following me.
"I am sorry but I really got an appointment."
I picked up my pace to Scarlett (my appointment). Fortunately, my appointment was busy so this allowed me to order a beer to calm my nerves. I've heard people saying that if a gay picks up a guy, he should be flattered.
I was definitely not. It felt weird.
But anyway, I can add one more item to my list of "Been there, done that".
Wait.... I still don't believe it happened to me.
I was picked up by a gay guy.
Now, I am not homophobic and I have nothing against 'alternative' lifestyles - but I never thought that it would happen to me. Best (or worst) of all, it did not happen in a pub, club or other social places, it casually happened in a shopping mall.
I was walking to Cineleisure from The Curve, using the overhead bridge. As I was walking on the bridge, I noticed that some people were filming a drama. So they blocked the way till the director yelled cut. Being in advertising, a film shoot is normal for me so I had to work my way thru all the 'spectators'. As I was approaching the Cineleisure entrance, there was another guy there guarding the traffic.
As I walk pass him, I thought he looked familiar and so did a double-take. I might have slipped a smile and I am sure he did. Then I realised he's not the person I knew. So, I carried on walking. I was heading for a photoshoot myself so I had my camera bag with me.
The I heard him shouting "Are you a photographer" from behind me. So I turned around and said yes.
"Photographer for who?"
"For a magazine"
"Oh really, which magazine?"
"Area Magazine. Oh, I have an issue in my bag. Let me give you one"
(While searching my bag) "So what shoot is this?"
"Oh it's a drama for mediaprima"
"I see. Here you go" (I pass the mag to him)
Then we shook hands and exchanged names. Now, I didn't notice this at the time but he was sliding my palms with his fingers. A universal 'Hi-I-am-gay' handshake? So anyway...
"Nice to meet you, but I gotta go. I have an appointment"
"Ok."
He was flipping the magazine.
"Hey, how do I contact you?"
At this time I thought he meant how to contact Area Magazine. So I showed him the first page and explained a bit on the magazine. Also did a little sales pitch and told him if ever they gonna have another shoot around the vicinity, do contact us - cos we may want to cover it... etc etc.
He was listening attentively and then I excused myself.
"So call us la!"
And I walked away.
"But how do I call you?"
"The number is in there and my colleague will attend to you"
Then he rolled his head sideways (and left it there like he broke his neck), smiled and crossed his legs.
"But I want to call you la, sayang" (OK, i am not sure if it's sayang, dear, baby or whatever - but there was some term of endearment)
At this time I was walking faster to my destination.
"Just call the number in the magazine"
"Aiyahh.. give me your number laaa..."
He was wiggling all over and started following me.
"I am sorry but I really got an appointment."
I picked up my pace to Scarlett (my appointment). Fortunately, my appointment was busy so this allowed me to order a beer to calm my nerves. I've heard people saying that if a gay picks up a guy, he should be flattered.
I was definitely not. It felt weird.
But anyway, I can add one more item to my list of "Been there, done that".
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Hari Puttar
I was taking a dump this morning (as I always do) and I was reading yesterday's paper.
I came across the weirdest news ever (at least, to me, in the entertainment and copyright world).
A bollywood film titled "Hari Puttar: A comedy of terror" is being sued by Warner Bros for apparently infringing into Harry Potter's franchise. They claim the movie title is a little too close to their bespectacled boy wizard epic movies.
Warner Bros. is seeking an injunction against the film, which is set for release Sept. 12. Hearings began Monday and the next is scheduled for Sept. 2.
But of course the makers of Hari Puttar claim otherwise. According to them, the movie is nothing about wizardry at all and Hari is a common indian name. Puttar on the other hand means 'son'.
They went on to say that the story is actually about an Indian boy left home alone, who fights off burglars when his parents go away on vacation.
.......
I don't know about you, but that smells like another lawsuit altogether.
I came across the weirdest news ever (at least, to me, in the entertainment and copyright world).
A bollywood film titled "Hari Puttar: A comedy of terror" is being sued by Warner Bros for apparently infringing into Harry Potter's franchise. They claim the movie title is a little too close to their bespectacled boy wizard epic movies.
Warner Bros. is seeking an injunction against the film, which is set for release Sept. 12. Hearings began Monday and the next is scheduled for Sept. 2.
But of course the makers of Hari Puttar claim otherwise. According to them, the movie is nothing about wizardry at all and Hari is a common indian name. Puttar on the other hand means 'son'.
They went on to say that the story is actually about an Indian boy left home alone, who fights off burglars when his parents go away on vacation.
.......
I don't know about you, but that smells like another lawsuit altogether.
Monday, August 25, 2008
That's it!
I did a 'facer'.
I sprained my leg again.
I stubbed my toe.
Futsal is definitely not my calling.
I'll stay away from it next monday. Maybe I should get a new futsal boot.
Yeah, that might improve my game. If not, at least I look good.
Hahahaaa...
I sprained my leg again.
I stubbed my toe.
Futsal is definitely not my calling.
I'll stay away from it next monday. Maybe I should get a new futsal boot.
Yeah, that might improve my game. If not, at least I look good.
Hahahaaa...
Monday, August 18, 2008
Semi Eduardo-ed
Nobody lobbed the ball to me.
I manage to head with my head, but getting nowhere even remotely near the post.
Then it happened. Someone step on my feet and I sprained my ankle. Ok, so it wasn't nearly as bad as Eduardo. I can still walk, but with a little discomfort. Walking down stairs can be very trying. If my ankle does not get better by end of the week, I might consider not playing next Monday and instead drown my sorrow like how most washed-out athletes do.
With lots and lots of alcohol.
I manage to head with my head, but getting nowhere even remotely near the post.
Then it happened. Someone step on my feet and I sprained my ankle. Ok, so it wasn't nearly as bad as Eduardo. I can still walk, but with a little discomfort. Walking down stairs can be very trying. If my ankle does not get better by end of the week, I might consider not playing next Monday and instead drown my sorrow like how most washed-out athletes do.
With lots and lots of alcohol.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Moday Futsal
I played for 2 hours straight.
My legs feel like jello now.
Scored a few goals. Some epic, and some flukes. But a goal is a goal. :)
Gotta work on my headers. Currently doing more 'facers' then anything else.
I notice I have a fear of getting hit by the ball. There must be a way around this. However, people breaking bones and spraining their ankles weekly is not helping my cause tho'.
Target next week, to score with a header. Hope they'll lob the ball to me.
My legs feel like jello now.
Scored a few goals. Some epic, and some flukes. But a goal is a goal. :)
Gotta work on my headers. Currently doing more 'facers' then anything else.
I notice I have a fear of getting hit by the ball. There must be a way around this. However, people breaking bones and spraining their ankles weekly is not helping my cause tho'.
Target next week, to score with a header. Hope they'll lob the ball to me.
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
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