June 24, 2010
Con call madness
Omg I’m so sick of con calls! Not only do some of them happen at weird times, but once it starts, there is this whole jumble of accents and opinions to sift through because it seems like the whole strat planning team FROM EVERY OFFICE IN THE WORLD is sitting in on the call. And when I say ‘opinions’ what I really mean is long-winded rants painstakingly delivered in excruciating detail.
Tonight, it’s really pissing me off because the presentation deck by now is huge and we’re having trouble sending it, and so we can’t start on time and it’s delaying and in conclusion, seriously interfering with my social life.
Grrr.
And the final bigass presentation will be tomorrow smack in the middle of the night for us zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz……………………………..
June 22, 2010
I should have a fan page on FB
‘Cos I’m a rock star. My boss loved the name I coined for our huge multi-gazillion dollar global pitch.
Below is EXACTLY what he said, ‘cos pathetically-starved of recognition that I am and woefully needy of any sort of attention, I inconspicuously typed it into my Notepad as my colleagues gazed enviously and admiringly at me, no doubt wishing they had even a fraction of my talent:
“I really LOVE that name! (punctuated also with two thumbs up) It’s like you were struck by the muse.”
Yes, he LOVED it with two thumbs up (and I daresay, an admiring look) and it was like I was struck by the muse.
Even my GM came in later and said, “Hey… I saw that little line that made me go like… ‘ahhh’… it really turned the logic into magic.”
LOGIC INTO MAGIC, FOLKS.
So you know, it’s practically OKAY to constantly be on Facebook, my blog which nobody reads, cracked.com, fmylife.com, MSN, random Wikipedia articles, Glee videos (it’s ok to admit watching it if you’re a girl), malaysia-today.net, and the list goes on, because HELLO? Genius is at work here! If I wasn’t absorbing all these little snippets of knowledge and inspiration, dude, the pitch would be sad, so sad… devoid of that creative zing that coats the proposal as chilli salsa does to a plain taco.
Sigh, ok, they liked it… big fucking deal. Made me feel good for like, 5 minutes. Okay, 10.
June 9, 2010
My poem was featured in a group and their blog
Just a few hours ago on the art community site where I post my stuff. It took me completely by surprise as this group has some really talented members, even some published authors, and is usually inundated with a lot of submissions. I guess adversity can be turned into a strength or at least an outlet for creative expression.
April 12, 2010
Days after
Crazy! Educational! Inspirational!
And at one point, kind of unbelievable but that’s another story.
Anyway, it’s just been one big blackhole where I don’t know where the time goes. It’s roll out of bed, brainstorm, eat, brainstorm, brainstorm, then roll back into bed. It didn’t help that we did most of that in the hotel, because it meant that we didn’t have to step out at all and you could hardly tell if it was night or day.
Day 4 was a real eye opener in terms of the kind of work the other teams could churn out. I was totally floored and humbled, HUMBLED, by the kind of writing the other copywriters were coming up with. Humbled, did I say humbled? Geez. Very nice tight lines, spot on the concept, had wit and intelligence… everything that made kick-ass scripts.
The client meeting went pretty well, where we presented 5 concepts from all the teams. The client in the end picked a mash up of ours/American’s and also the Sg team’s concept, which was really gratifying. I felt… consoled. I guess… you put in a lot of yourself in the work, and to have it rejected or feel that it’s inferior is tough!
Anyway, blablabla work work work. Managed to see my friends. And then what seemed like an apparition miraculously and surprisingly appeared at the hotel lobby on Friday night. It was surreal, is all I can and should say, and the only drawback was that I had to work through the weekend. Other than that, I was happy in a silly way.
Tomorrow, or rather, several hours later, is my remaining time here, and I’ve packed and have to ridiculously rush about because of the early check-out time. Think I should stop rambling now and get some sleep.
April 4, 2010
Breathing swankier air
So I’m here in the gorgeous hotel, where the lobby alone can fit 5 times my house. Just ordered room service, because I couldn’t be bothered to go out. Am tired from rushing and packing and getting all my work ready and the whole week’s just taken a toll on me. Besides, in this room, I doubt I’d feel like going out anytime soon! The first thing I said upon entering was… “SWEET!!!” Decent sized, huge bed in the centre at an aesthetically pleasing angle, an awesometastic bathroom which I think I’ll be using real soon, and a view from the 14th floor. When you call the operator, they immediately answer you by name LOL… am I a country bumpkin or what?
Gosh the ricotta spinach ravioli is delish.
Will just chill here until my colleague gets back from his dinner and then we’re starting work, yawnnn…
February 27, 2010
Weee~
What a crazy night. It started out with a fairly demure dinner and degenerated from then on. Haha.
For starters...
January 7, 2010
Stream of consciousness today
Why lie, why bother? Why persist in an untruth that makes no difference either way? In the end, what offends the most is not the fact itself, but the fact that the lie was thrown to the face.
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The state of discontent is when I’m most inspired to write. It’s as if no creativity or competent prose can be borne out of pure happiness or feeling complete. Maybe it’s because stories generally have a conflict and a resolution, and I need to feel conflicted first to tap into all the emotions and imagery and vividness that comes with it. Maybe it’s an outlet. Maybe happiness is just boring to write about.
Harry Potter didn’t lead a charmed life, after all. Estella Havisham’s life would’ve lasted all of two pages if she was brought up jolly and rosy-cheeked.
I’ve put up some of my work in 2 art social networks, and have received some really encouraging response. I’m treading unknown waters, but I feel liberated, empowered, like a huge weight is taken off my shoulders. Finally, I’m doing something I really want to do and intend to pursue.
After all, I’m going to finish my book this year.
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Can I just make it official that I l-o-v-e Johnny Depp? Just a twitch on his face can make me crack up, and that trademark intense squinty-eyed scrutiny keeps me HOOKED on just watching him. Amazing stuff in The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnasses – his airtime might’ve been the least out of the 4 hunks, but it was the most riveting. The movie itself – darkly fantastical, imaginative, a universe within a universe.
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I’m schleepy.
May 6, 2009
People will disappoint
God knows I’ve done my fair share of disappointing people – boyfriends, friends, family, whoever – and it doesn’t feel good to let people down, but it really really sucks when the reverse happens.
Maybe I spoke too soon about looking forward to Monday because while MonDAY was sort of ok with too much work to really dwell on the bad weekend, MonNIGHT took a turn for the worse, very unexpectedly, just like how today is taking a turn for the worse.
The movie cheered me up somewhat, but my mood turned black as the sky when I was back home.
In these few days, the people who know me best and whom I care about the most simultaneously decided in their heads that it was a good time to give one back to me.
It’s beautiful how harmoniously the universe works. I mean, it just wouldn’t do for them, for Circumstances, to stagger their blows. No, obviously the world doesn’t spin that way. As it should be, the punches were delivered at the same time with very generous helping of force, like a big cosmic knuckle sandwich.
Alright, you get the breath knocked out of you, but you gotta roll with it right? Get up, suck it up and move on with life.
That’d be easy if I didn’t intermittently get angry and upset throughout the day.
For whatever my faults are (and I know there are plenty), I am there for each and every one of those I care about. I might be late, I might not be able to find the right words, or do the right thing even, whatever, but I will get there and be there in whatever way I can. I will stick up for you when others criticize (the need for this is more often than one might think), I will justify your actions even if you don’t deserve it and I will defend you whether you’re right or wrong. It may sound like blind loyalty, but that’s my promise to the few people I give a damn about. If I’ve failed anyone in doing this, it is not my intention.
Knowing what I’m willing to do and have done makes it incredibly frustrating on top of feeling abandoned.
Perhaps it is a blessing in disguise that I’ve had to rush a big presentation for these past two days. Only had time to brood in between delivering stuff and meetings.
Tired of dark thoughts for the past couple of days. You know, either I’m worth it or I’m not. If I’m not, don’t waste my time and yours.
April 11, 2009
Misunderstood
This morning, one question I asked my dad set him off on a tirade against me. He ranted and raved at my perceived insolence/ingratitude and threatened to get out of the car. Tempted as I was to let him, I had to quell the burning anger inside and try to speak calmly. I didn’t quite succeed but my retorts might’ve been a tad more restrained than I originally intended. I was furious and indignant at constantly being talked down to in the past 2 days or so, being put under pressure for something he delayed and finally, for having my question misinterpreted. All I asked was: SO YOU’RE TAKING THE CAR?
Wtf, wtf.
And then at night, I was lashed out at for not picking up the phone. Was accused of purposely not picking it up, which 1) begs the question why I would do that, 2) implies I was avoiding the call hence implying I’m up to something 3) does not make sense considering I had sent a message not too long before that. The reason is simple: I could not hear the phone above the noise of the dinner crowd at peak hour in the mall.
I’m kind of fed up of today. The only thing that might have redeemed it was watching the band again. Vijay David and Albert Sirimal once again took my mind, heart and soul to a very pleasant place. They rock.
February 15, 2009
Boiling pissed
When I get mad, the anger sort of radiates to include every other thing that makes me mad… like say, smokers, ex-boyfriends, inconsiderate people, etc.
I’m pissed off like you wouldn’t believe right now, and as a result of that, I’m mad at everything and everyone else. I could hardly entertain a friend who happened to call up just now, so I said, with false patience, that I couldn’t talk right now. Because if I have to say anything, it would be to rant about what’s making me so increasingly annoyed every second that passes.
This is compounding the headache I’ve been having as a result of a very hot and humid day.
