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...for this community message. I, Daniel (aka the whore, the adman, the ciggie and whack queen)would like to apologise because I have not been updating myself (like check on it ala Beyonce)on my smoking pattern. It is extremely ironic and dissapointing that the whole purpose of this blog is to talk about me and my ciggie and yet half of it was spend complaning and on men talk. This is beyond rude and extremely appaling behaviour. Well, just a quick update. I did smoked on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday. But funny thing is, it wasnt as enjoyable as it used to be. Thursday and Friday, I didnt feel the need to smoke. I think I am gaining weight too (bummer!) All said and done, if I dont go drinking, I should be safe. Even when Upstairs' Bitch killed off 4 ciggie on our way to Mid Valley (mind you, I work quite near that place), I didnt feel the need to bum it off her. But then again this is because I am very free. When shit hits the fan at work, only God knows what will happen. Thank y

At the risk of sounding racist to my own kind (I am sure there are many sistas out there who agree with me) - I just can't date chinko chinks. Some people would like to be unkind and call them the bengs but then again I believe there's a lil bit of bengs in all of us since I am after all Chinese. Am I denouncing my own race? No way. I am actually proud to be part of race with long stretch of history dating back to god knows how long. We, Chinese are well known for being survivors, achievers and hardworkers. But there's alot of 'type' of Chinese out there and sadly the majority of them are not dateable because they are CCs. So what exactly are these CCs? Lets go through these list They listen to 98.8 or MyFM I don't even have that frequency on my radio shortcuts. The only thing I know about that the said stations are audience statistics for my work. They like the likes of godknowwhatartistname ermm...I really don't know what is hot in China/Taiwan/Hong Kon

Me? Since when? I am blaming it on my PR rep and media people for not representing me correctly. To clear all the rumours ala Lindsay Lohan and set the record abit less gay - I am not as high maintenance as I may appear to be. Now boys and girls, shopping to me is as important and as natural like breathing. It is a hobby. I have alot of shopping buddies. Normally girls of course. As the new generation of new money, we spend like there's no tomorrow without any guilt whatsoever. There's no such thing as planning or savings. We are indeed a generation of plastic, debts and balance transfer. I also may came across being - how should I put it nicely? A bit too brand concious so it seems. Not giving excuses or anything, I have been looking at Calvin Kleins and DKNYs since high school (of course no thanks to my fashion partner in crime, Cookie and my real sister in life). As I have confessed many times and more, I am a person who enjoys beautiful things. The thing I have with clothe

I can't wait for the reunion of the original girlband (the best ever) this weekend with Fei Mui and Cookie. While we have been each another's girl for ages, things has certainly changed. Its normal for members to move on, get a solo career, boyfriends and plenty of catfights. There is also plenty of imitations and wannabies along the way but there could only be one and that's us. Of course there will be the usual girltalk and lunch/dinner/supper/drinks ala Manhattan style - in the 'best' places in town. Naturally if it's expensive, it fits. And this time around, Cookie won't have to cry because he has done his exams, so girl dry those tears! But even though our love is strong, there would be skanky hoes out there and I know your schedule will leave no time for us as usual. Fei Mui, I warn you...don't try acting all shady with us. After all, we know you since you were fat and still have hair. *counts fingers*. Yes, 6 years now. Try beating that you 'D

I am really happy for my girlfriend Cookie, like he just passed her exams (conditional mind you) but it's good nevertheless. I of course would like to think it's partly due to me. After all, I did a quick call to God yesterday. I told God, if it's not for him then do it for me. I don't think I can live to see through him taking the exam again. I don't think he can take it. And I damn well need my sister. Well, of course it was rude of me but hey it works. After all, it's all about me and this is my year. So promptly after collecting his results, we pop by Alexis for a quick lunch (since he flew Air Asia on me the last time). Together we are like the most fabulous of sisters ala Paris and Nikki (no prize for guessing who's Paris), doing our thing and washing weeks worth of food load with our magarita and lychee martini. With red faces, we went to check out some cds and I ended up with feeling sleepy at work and Diana Krall's newie after the two hour lunch

Well, fuck me! I nearly came when I saw a link to 'curi' Sarah Mc's newie. Apparently it's from her new Christmas album. Now who has NOT release a Christmas album please stand up! The thing with Sarah Mc which is always interesting is her voice and you can always expect quality. This year's Christmas will be pure quality. A check on the tracklist reveals that she covered none other than another banshee, Joni Michell's River. Fuck me once shame you, fuck me twice oh just fuck me. To top it off, a duet with oh my god, Diana Krall. And need not to say, no Christmas album will be complete without Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas - my all time fav Christmas song. This album will be a cumfest to my ears. "Happy Xmas (War Is Over)" (John Lennon) 3:28 "What Child Is This (Greensleeves)" 3:31 "River" (Joni Mitchell) 4:02 "Wintersong" 3:31 "I'll Be Home for Christmas" 3:15 "O Little Town of Bethlehem" 3

I must confess that one of my many weaknesses is the tendency to go around a bush or five or need 50 lines just to say one thing. Is that annoying the tits of any of you? Well, 1. I did have the test concall on Saturday morning. Yes, woke up at 6.30am to the office. 2. I am having a very hard time lately at work. 3. I think when I said I love my job - it refers to the type of work and the industry that I am. Not neccessarily mean the exact account, location, clients, projects or even bosses. 4. Yes, someone is giving me a very hard time lately. 5. I have chosen not to dwell and talk about it (esp in details here). Not because I am afraid of someone finding out (I DON'T GIVE A FLYING FUCK) but no one wants to listen to a complain queen. 6. I have so many thoughts but I am really tired. Mentally tired to be bothered to do any writing. 7. It's all good thoughts. So, here's what I'll do. 1. Still go to bed, in fact I am all dressed up for it. Me and my PJs. 2. Look forward

According to talkingcock.com BUAYA Malay for “crocodile”. Means “lothario” or wolf, i.e. sleazy pick-up artist. May also be used as a verb. 1. “Johnny’s after Jane, even though he’s supposed to be with Jenny. What a chao buaya.” 2. “Look at Johnny buaya-ing Jane.” It has seriously been a very long and horrible week for me. Here's hoping that the next would be better. While it's one thing not to have anything to do, it's another when you're told today that the deadline was yesterday (I borrowed the quote from a quite fab planner from this nice media agency). Anyway, it's no point harping and going into the details because lets face it, cest la vie. I can only pray that tomorrow's conference call to New York will not take place. Imagine waking up on a Saturday to office just for that. Maybe a little fun talk then? I have not done this before but I think there's no better time than this. I want to review this really nice blog that I bumped into recently. Now be

I remembered that I used to be able to enjoy all the sitcoms on Star World and a very frequent dash of Channel 11, 50 and 52 (Travel and Living, Discovery and NGC). Those were the days when I don’t have to worry about my waistline and also money. Not that I have much to begin with. Those were the lazy college days. Some of the shows that I’ve never missed were: Ally McBeal, The Practice, Law and Order, CSI and really butch stuff. I never really thought about the sheer amount of shows that I have watched – created by no other than David E. Kelley himself. A friend told me that he himself was a law graduate and used to practice as well. A search on wikipedia revealed that he did Chicago Hope, Doogie Howser MD, Boston Public, Picket Fences and my current fav Boston Legal. That is about the only show that I watch these days. Even CSI tires me out these days with the usual over the top I-can-solve-a-case-in-15-sec shit, used to be smart and witty remarks and also since when CSI replaced the

There was a time I remembered how I really enjoyed smoking and typing my thoughts away. Smoking to me is more than just puffing and huffing and getting the highs. It’s not to so call release tension. It’s an excuse to walk away from a problem for a moment (spend it on smoking) and come back with a clearer mind. What am I saying? Smoking does release tension after all. It is not to look cool, what am I? 15? I really find solace in my smoking solitude. Imagine just hanging out at veranda, surrounded by greens, a cup of tea and just smoking the days away and not thinking about anything at all. That is my picture of heaven. I guess all said and done, I am not a person who is afraid of being alone just as long as I have my 20s pack. But now without it, I feel naked. I feel vulnerable. I have all sorts of nonsense feelings and thoughts in my mind. Most of the time, I will not entertain them. But when I do, I write them all here. I used to have a diary though, noting down important things and

One of the many questions posed to me over the years of being interviewed by agencies is - what is/are your fav ads/have you seen any good ads lately? in all sort of variation. Of course, if you have been to that many interviews as I have, you would know what sort of things that they would ask and would promptly read out the answer like a photocopy machine on heat. Sadly, I always flop when they ask me that. Reason being I hardly watch any TV at all and no time for paper. Well, at least these days I am forced to read and cut the paper out for analysis from time to time. However, there was ONE TVC which really caught my eye. It wasn't clever nor witty. The production is simple. Anyway, please click on the youtube link above. Sorry, it's in Mandarin. The synopsis of the TVC basically tells a story of a husband/boyfriend cooking soup for a lucky cow. The message is while Mr Hubby take cares of your body, Dove will do the hair. I have no idea what so great about the ad but it kind

Someone send me a poem. Purely fictional of course. Tom was stucked in a lane for 45 minutes When he could normally pass it at 10 Traffic jam, when he's already late Thinking about what he is rushing for makes him sick Never been late for 5 months Once he did it, he was treated like a cunt In this line, it's so true when they say You are only as good as your last job Does he need to suck cock to get to the top? What can he do when he's never done it before Stop comparing him to the other darling boy There's a reason why he's the darling to begin with Not to mention he has never done it before It's not Tom's fault when everything went missing Do you think he enjoys it when everyday bising? Now he is guilty if the sun rise from the east Stop harassing him, fumes in his mind rising like yeast He does all the running around like an overpaid runner All he did was crap, crap and crap He is not even included in anything 'important' Makes him feel useless,

As an unwritten rule, I normally cringed when people post lyrics and stuff (mostly because I think they have nothing better to say, well I do have alot to say but I am not about to entertain the demons in my head so there) but hey I just caught this song by The Killers and its really good. The whole album, image and video comes together in a concept. Of course the new sound is really 80s hence the look. I really love the treatment they did for the video...very nice unlike the usual teeny gloss we get from US (you know those wannabe punk rock with mascara and shit, so shitty and too many I couldnt be arsed to remember their names). Watch The Video Here But of course everyone already know the funny lyrics from Somebody Told Me (...you have a boyfriend that looked like a girlfriend...hmmm). They teamed with the wonderful Stuart Price again for a fabulous (yes, how gay) Jacque Lu Cont/Thin White Duke mix. You sit there in your heartache Waitin' on some beautiful boy to To save you from

As I am typing this in my room (mind you on a Saturday night. Where's your life, girl?), I couldn't help it but feel a teeny weeny bit sorry for my poor self. I have just said no to offer of joining my smoking kakis at Laundry. Normally, I wouldn't say no to a night of self destruction: drinks and smoking. Talking about the drinks make me really thirsty now and no, water will not do. But I wasn't always like this. Alcohol has never been like my favourite thing and I only have it occasionally out of social requirement. Maybe it's the age or maybe after this job, I need a drink or two once in awhile to numb myself. Whatever it is, it's once vice that I really really really really love. (Lychee Martinis, Magaritas - all sorts and Chardonnay baby!) Not that I can't allow myself just a drop of drink, just that after widtdrawing some dough from the bank yesterday, I realised my financial state is worst than I've ever been. It's like totally half gone every

Yesterday night right before entering slumberland, I had a bit of down the memory lane trip in my mind. My mind is a funny place. It always remembers things, places and people whom I know that I will never see again. It's like when I left my last company. I know I can always visit. But things will never be the same again. This trip however stretch even further than that. Back to basics...back when I was innocent. Back to kindergarten. Sometimes it remembers high school days, sometimes it's some place I visited. But this time, it's kiddy land. Back in the days, I lived in Ipoh from age 1 to 7 till I came back to KL (where I was born) to start my primary education. The days are in Ipoh was fine. My aunt's Catholic so I attended tons of mass and generally enrolled into missionary/Christian kindergarten. One was St John's. I can barely remember the building. It's all fuzzy. I found two picture of St John, the church building itself which is like next to the kinderga

Just a quick update, wanted to bitch about today's traffic again...my god, left the house at 9.30am. I repeat. 9.30. NINE THIRTY. HALF PAST NINE. Still jam. All the way. To work. Reason. Just because. Joy. Anyway, today was abit fun because I managed to go to BSC for a quick lunch with Upstair's Bitch. She wanted to do some market visit and buy competitor's product. We ended up having sandwiches because I need to rush back for a meeting. I just love having bread and stuff for lunch. Thank god Subway is nearby. Speaking of that makes me really hungry now - I only had one ciggie and been eating like pig. I shouldn't hang out with Upstair's Bitch. She will smoke in shower if its possible. Bitch! Anyway, a quick one...online corridor research, can you guys tell me what product this is? Answer(s) in the comment please. Okay, so I rushed back to office and jumped into my car and drove like mad cow all the way to Glenmarie. It was already 1.37pm. Meeting supposed to be at

Yes dear readers, I am in much better condition as compared to yesterday even though some motherfacker son of the bastard bitch's car died on THE FUCKING FLYOVER again this morning. These matherfackers will never learn. Apart from that nasty and there was also my so-called-sister-Cookie giving me the aeroplane treatment to our lunch appointment at BSC. Like I was so looking forward to Alexis. Nevermind. We are so doing slumber party this weekend. One tub of KFC (OMG we are so GUTSY) and two tub of ice creams with OC marathon. Right, I was just compiling some traditional Chinese holidays for my boss and god, like Moon Cake festival is like not too far away. There's really something beautiful about the moon and the whole festival that makes me feel oh so romantic. No, I am no werewolf. Wouldn't it be lovely to stroll around in a park with a lovely man, deeply immersed in each another's conversation and smiles? But then my version will probably end with someone getting rob

Initially, I thought of writing something really angry. I was alright for the better half of the day. But even after leaving at 7.50pm and still got stucked in the jam - my mood really got the best of me. Coupled with the realisation that I am two and a half months pregnant for the rest of my life and to come back home finding the lights not working and dad hogging the showers. I just wanted to scream: Why dad chosed to shower on purpose when I reach home? Why do I have to waste precious time waiting for my turn? What am I going to do? I am fucking tired! Why are the lights not fucking working when we pay good money for it? Why are stupid people allowed to drive? Can't they fucking service their car so it won't fucking breakdown esp on a two lane flyover? Why am I so fat? Sitting down in my car, I can feel the huge 'baby' inside? Why am I not born better looking? Who would want a fat cow like me? Should I fucking change so that I can nab myself a man? Fuck them then? Wh

I used to be lunatic from the gracious days Ah, no, I have not fallen deep into the depths of despair but rather I am enjoying every moment of it. Why should we all be happy all the time? Someone told me if we are happy all the time, how would we know what is happiness and learn to appreciate it? In fact I was just reading this and there was a chapter on this imaginary land whereby everyone is so beautiful. Beautifuly dull. One ugly cow actually bumped into that la la land and became the worshipped item. The lesson? Go and book a ticket to somewhere with loads of ugly people and you will be happy for the rest of your life? Actually, I believe in standing next to uglier people to make myself look prettier. Sad. I know. So what is wrong with me? Nothing. What is right with me. Nothing. I like this stage of not right or not wrong. Is this how it feels to be on crack? (nope, I am not on any...in any case, I couldn't afford any of those shit) I am neither happy or unhappy. I am not dep

Another weekend, with nothing much to do and listening to Joni Mitchell on the background as I typed this out. I have actually thought of many things which I wanted to write but right now I am letting words flow out from me and free reign for the fingers as they go tip tapping on my 6 year old generic keyboard. Outside, the weather is just nice and my room looks out to a mini garden. One of the many little things that I've always wanted to made know and point across is something which everyone do but next to none likes at all. It's something very close to my heart and it came across as a conversation piece that I have with many friends. I am talking about work, job or a better word for it - career. I am trully blessed and thankful each day because from day one that I started working, I've really never felt the drag of waking up and going to work. My personal litmus test would be if you dread waking up then the job is not working out for you. I remembered when I was a kid, e

After working late for two nights in a row, I am ready to say thank you, please no more. I am so sick of looking at phone and their bloody specs that I can vomit GPRS-and-microSD-with-slim-and-sleek-finishing-that-matches-your-personality-with-this-blardy-phone-you-imagine-no-more. But then again, I also never felt so satisfied. Anyway, it's not about me this time...for once. I kind told a friend that I will write about him. Let's call him Monkey for now. Now I knew Monkey boy for like...a good 5-6 years now (god how time flies). When I knew Monkey, he just broke off with this twinky bf of his. Of course he sorta got to know my friends eventually and before I knew it, he's like part of the fixture. I am just speeding things up, there was plenty of drama and shit that will put TVB to shame. But one thing never changes, he's still into careless twinks. Anyway, Monkey has came a long way since his childish-I-am-so-cute ways...actually he still keeps some of it but anyway,

At the risk of sounding like Pink, yes I need to say that I am not dead since I have been so dedicated to this lil blog for like 2 weeks and suddenly no entry? Speaking of Pink, here's a lovely picture of her smoking. Of course everyone knows that she has recently quit smoking. Good for her. We shall all cheers and light up! What have I been up to? Work. What else. Its good to work late, go home late, hardly eat and wake up feeling like I have never touched the bed. Now this is what I called normal. It's nothing major, since I have reassigned with a new portfolio to handle so there are bound to have so work here and there. On Monday, as I stubbed my 5th cigarette of the day (yes sigh) perhaps out of boredom or being abit lost lately, I have decided that enough is enough. Whatever it is, if I cant smoke and still look a million bucks like Miss Lohan here, I might as well quit. Look at her, now that's just perfection. She's a goddess of ciggie and self destructive behavio

Just finished ironing a bucketload and weeks worth of clothes and my hand is actually aching now. As a rule, I am quite happy doing ironing but if this continues I would stay far away from wearing anything that demands to be ironed. Thank god I can go to work in T shirt and jeans. Speaking of work, I am extremly proud over Saturday when I was flipping through the paper while having my usual noodles. There was a mention or rather praise on the local paper on an ad campaign which my team did recently. To make it clear, I have NO contribution whatsover as the concept was approved and bought by Client when I came into the agency. I merely undertook the task of overseeing/supervising the whole process until the material reaches the media owner but I was very proud to be a very small part of it. Anyway, for such a small (and sometimes insignificant, thats how I felt) campaign to be noticed is actually priceless. This is like extra mileage for our Client and esp good in these critical times

This just in. Only 1 cent per stick hike in ciggie pricing. Not too bad. But it shouldn't make any difference to me cause I am quiting, remember? GODDAMMIT! Oh right, another thing which I am so proud of (other than the price makes no difference to me..because I am quiting)is this 'old' new watch which my sister just got. Look at it. Damn old school. I remembered wearing one of these goody when I was in primary school. Of course it's not expensive and in fact look cheap next to the rows of Tags that everyone is sporting these days but hey, I like it. Maybe I am cheap.

Merdeka day is especially important to me because it's normally time for big corporate boys to unload abit of their bullet to do some cheesy National day ads. While my set of accounts did not participate (either no budget or not relevent as in no need to do the whole kiss ass thing), it did not deter me from looking at what others have done. As expected, the ads this year has gone from bad to worst to plain didn't I see that last year? You can expect the whole 3 different race standing today flying the flag shit from the usual set of shitty companies and GLCs. One that stood out for me was from Nestle. It is very simple and need no explanation and yet sell their product upfront while trying to do the usual we are living in harmony shit. What is more important is that it stood out from the rest of the junk. The icing on the cake is that, even my 50 year old mum understood what the ad was trying to say. Which suprised me of course. Not that I think my mum is dumb or anything but