I'm trying not to dope up on painkillers from this ocular strain or whatever. The doc said I should rest, but with work and the parties that hasn't gone too well.
This is however, the most FUCKED UP strain ever. I'm not supposed to read or look at any screens as that strains my vision and agitates whatever I have. Giving me migraines again.
That's like giving someone the day off so he can spend it in a cardboard box.
But not all exciting like hobos have it.
Like in a box in Ikea with no holes. Just people passing by, prodding you.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
FridaySaturday
Photo's courtesy of Jo. Ex-colleague from Naga now at Ogilvy. When she left Naga I told her I noticed a 200% decrease in my photo uploads in facebook. When Jo's around you don't need to bring your own camera :p
Had this twice last week. Sarawak Laksa from the cornershop in Lucky Garden. They're open throughout CNY if you're looking for Chinese hawker food during the holidays.
Better idea of where to find the place. Highly recommended.
Considered shaving my head awhile ago but a colleague said it wasn't a good idea. Here's why:
There are more of them in the office. It's like village of the damned. An insatiable hunger for Sarawak Laksa.
Yesterday was relaxing but very drawn out to say the least.
Work, then drinks and cardgames at work in the holiday spirit. Then off to Barsonic at 8. By 1.30 I was so drained I decided to go home. That and all my designated Tag-gers failed to show up that night -_-
Today's been an exercise in lapsing in and out of sleep, walking downstairs to find anything edible then walking back up to attach myself to the computer or the ps3.
Not incredibly exciting.
I don't know why I'm so hungry.
Had this twice last week. Sarawak Laksa from the cornershop in Lucky Garden. They're open throughout CNY if you're looking for Chinese hawker food during the holidays.
Better idea of where to find the place. Highly recommended.
Considered shaving my head awhile ago but a colleague said it wasn't a good idea. Here's why:
There are more of them in the office. It's like village of the damned. An insatiable hunger for Sarawak Laksa.
Yesterday was relaxing but very drawn out to say the least.
Work, then drinks and cardgames at work in the holiday spirit. Then off to Barsonic at 8. By 1.30 I was so drained I decided to go home. That and all my designated Tag-gers failed to show up that night -_-
Today's been an exercise in lapsing in and out of sleep, walking downstairs to find anything edible then walking back up to attach myself to the computer or the ps3.
Not incredibly exciting.
I don't know why I'm so hungry.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Ocular muscle strain
The perils of working life include
-a rise in weight
-carpal tunnel syndrome
-demise of social life
and apparently ocular muscle strain. It's that thing your mom warns you about when you watch TV for too long or play too many computer games.
Also it's painful as FUCK.
Imagine someone chipping at one part of your skull with an icepick every 30 seconds. When the pain increases, it's because he's made a big enough hole and is now jabbing at your nerves with an knitting needle. This doesn't stop. I was kept up for hours last night until I somehow happened upon some painkillers.
This morning it seemingly went away. But by lunch time the ever tenacious skull digger continued.
So I went to the doctors and the nice lady stuck a needle into my butt.
Painkillers are gooooooooooood.
-a rise in weight
-carpal tunnel syndrome
-demise of social life
and apparently ocular muscle strain. It's that thing your mom warns you about when you watch TV for too long or play too many computer games.
Also it's painful as FUCK.
Imagine someone chipping at one part of your skull with an icepick every 30 seconds. When the pain increases, it's because he's made a big enough hole and is now jabbing at your nerves with an knitting needle. This doesn't stop. I was kept up for hours last night until I somehow happened upon some painkillers.
This morning it seemingly went away. But by lunch time the ever tenacious skull digger continued.
So I went to the doctors and the nice lady stuck a needle into my butt.
Painkillers are gooooooooooood.
Monday, January 19, 2009
I am so lazy (a blog post my boss should never EVER read)
My mouse blinks this red light, signalling the last few meager hours of its existence. Then I have to get it new batteries. I wonder what it's like being a mechanical device powered by alkaline batteries. Must be fairly exciting knowing that your life literally depends on someone who's utterly incapable of buying more than 2 batteries at a time.
I like to believe I'm as responsible as any adult should be, but I have this near manic aversion to performing mundane chores. I will avoid them at all fucking cost until I absolutely have to. I will fucking lie and tell you I have done them when I have not. I will lie as intricately as a spider weaves its web to catch the fly of your belief.
I don't even bother getting batteries until way after they die.
Like maybe a week.
Probably a month.
This lie becomes so intense that I will exert effort well beyond that required to realise it. Moving my mouse cursor with the fucking keyboard keys (mousetools!).
There is no determined end to this purgatory. My mouse is only resuscitated when I randomly stumble upon more double A's. This could happen tomorrow, it could happen never.
Till then this sad bugle plays as its movements start to grow sluggish, slowly fading till it completely stops.
Then there will be an audible, "Ah, fuck.".
I like to believe I'm as responsible as any adult should be, but I have this near manic aversion to performing mundane chores. I will avoid them at all fucking cost until I absolutely have to. I will fucking lie and tell you I have done them when I have not. I will lie as intricately as a spider weaves its web to catch the fly of your belief.
I don't even bother getting batteries until way after they die.
Like maybe a week.
Probably a month.
This lie becomes so intense that I will exert effort well beyond that required to realise it. Moving my mouse cursor with the fucking keyboard keys (mousetools!).
There is no determined end to this purgatory. My mouse is only resuscitated when I randomly stumble upon more double A's. This could happen tomorrow, it could happen never.
Till then this sad bugle plays as its movements start to grow sluggish, slowly fading till it completely stops.
Then there will be an audible, "Ah, fuck.".
Sunday, January 18, 2009
JCVD, The Wrestler, Rocknrolla. In that order
Spent most of today recovering after UOX play yesterday. Fortunately/unfortunately I don't carry a camera around with me. So there won't be anything in the way of pictures recapping yesterdays events. Bands were so-so. Left shortly after TAG and Lapsap tore everything up.
Caught 3 movies today. With plenty more to go. Maybe these reviews will be of some use to you as it's not likely these will make it into local cinema. Even if they do, expect them to be cut quite heavily.
JCVD
JCVD plays JCVD in this fictional biopic. An aging movie star with a dwindling career, fighting for custody of his daughter during a divorce settlement. He's back in Belgium for undisclosed reasons and ends up in a hostage situation at the post office. The cops think it's him that has the place held at gunpoint.
The entire movie is told in French and you realise JCVD is far-more eloquent an actor than we have ever seen on screen while growing up. I'm not sure if he's ever had any work done in French, but this one certainly proves he can do more than a backward heel kick. Dog Day Afternoon meets Rocky Balboa starring JCVD.
The Wrestler
Mickey Rourke's proper career reprise. He plays Randy 'The Ram' Robinson, aging washed out professional wrestler that's not done so well for himself despite the massive fame and fortune that comes with being a pro wrestler in the 80's. It's heart-wrenching watching Mickery Rourke channel the role of a man who was once great, being forced to work crappy jobs. The odd flash of recognition gives him a little joy but he seems resigned to his current state as he stumbles along trying to figure out what to do with what little he has left.
Randy 'The Ram' Robinson, not Mickey Rourke. See what I mean?
There wasn't a better cast role all of last year.
Rocknrolla
First Guy Ritchie movie sans-Madonna. Gone back to his English gangster film roots with an all star cast featuring the likes of
Gerard Butler
Thandie Newton
Ludacris
Jeremy Piven
etc. That I didn't recognise.
Your typical convoluted heist film from Guy Ritchie. Big-fat-ruthless gangster bastard gets some brash young blokes involved in something they shouldn't have, the next 2 hours is a mishmashed-maze of plot twists, capped with a huge finish that ties it all together.
Not as good as the rest of his films, but honestly it's good to see the man give it another shot. Last Guy Ritchie movie I saw was layer cake, directed by Matthew Vaughn apparently but if what I read was true, Guy directed most of the flick before taking off to do something else. Hence his producer, Vaughn, took over.
Promise of a sequel.
Alright then, more movies.
Caught 3 movies today. With plenty more to go. Maybe these reviews will be of some use to you as it's not likely these will make it into local cinema. Even if they do, expect them to be cut quite heavily.
JCVD
JCVD plays JCVD in this fictional biopic. An aging movie star with a dwindling career, fighting for custody of his daughter during a divorce settlement. He's back in Belgium for undisclosed reasons and ends up in a hostage situation at the post office. The cops think it's him that has the place held at gunpoint.
The entire movie is told in French and you realise JCVD is far-more eloquent an actor than we have ever seen on screen while growing up. I'm not sure if he's ever had any work done in French, but this one certainly proves he can do more than a backward heel kick. Dog Day Afternoon meets Rocky Balboa starring JCVD.
The Wrestler
Mickey Rourke's proper career reprise. He plays Randy 'The Ram' Robinson, aging washed out professional wrestler that's not done so well for himself despite the massive fame and fortune that comes with being a pro wrestler in the 80's. It's heart-wrenching watching Mickery Rourke channel the role of a man who was once great, being forced to work crappy jobs. The odd flash of recognition gives him a little joy but he seems resigned to his current state as he stumbles along trying to figure out what to do with what little he has left.
Randy 'The Ram' Robinson, not Mickey Rourke. See what I mean?
There wasn't a better cast role all of last year.
Rocknrolla
First Guy Ritchie movie sans-Madonna. Gone back to his English gangster film roots with an all star cast featuring the likes of
Gerard Butler
Thandie Newton
Ludacris
Jeremy Piven
etc. That I didn't recognise.
Your typical convoluted heist film from Guy Ritchie. Big-fat-ruthless gangster bastard gets some brash young blokes involved in something they shouldn't have, the next 2 hours is a mishmashed-maze of plot twists, capped with a huge finish that ties it all together.
Not as good as the rest of his films, but honestly it's good to see the man give it another shot. Last Guy Ritchie movie I saw was layer cake, directed by Matthew Vaughn apparently but if what I read was true, Guy directed most of the flick before taking off to do something else. Hence his producer, Vaughn, took over.
Promise of a sequel.
Alright then, more movies.
Friday, January 16, 2009
The partner
Agency life is weird. The business of advertising is like no other.
One of the things unique to advertising (or so I think) is the idea of a partnership.
We're all friends at the agency, but creative teams work in twos. The writer and the art director. Most of these partnerships are forced upon you. You can't choose who you get, it's kinda like getting a brother/sister several years into your life. That you have to work with. Like family, there isn't much choice in these matters. Though I have heard stories of people threatening to quit unless they got a new +1.
So how does this buddy system work?
We both think of ideas.
I write-em-up, he makes the pictures come to life.
This is my partner:
Do we get along?
Fuck yeah.
One of the things unique to advertising (or so I think) is the idea of a partnership.
We're all friends at the agency, but creative teams work in twos. The writer and the art director. Most of these partnerships are forced upon you. You can't choose who you get, it's kinda like getting a brother/sister several years into your life. That you have to work with. Like family, there isn't much choice in these matters. Though I have heard stories of people threatening to quit unless they got a new +1.
So how does this buddy system work?
We both think of ideas.
I write-em-up, he makes the pictures come to life.
This is my partner:
Do we get along?
Fuck yeah.
Ruumz launch
Not to be confused with venues that has hosted bands such as NOFX and EITS. Ruumz is a new social networking site. I'd like to explain but you could just check out the site for more info.
Ruumz
Picked up Panda at Starbucks and
Showed up at a decent hour after several laps around the area looking for parking. Met up with Steph who had a hot date that night. Conversation somehow led to a hot debate on why the dinner date is still an optimal choice. That just proves to me Steph and Panda like to be dined and ogled.
PartnerAmir showed up with "the boys". Two of them wearing round neck shirts and were not allowed in. Steph then concocts some elaborate heist which involves me being half naked in the toilet for a good 15 minutes. Before I get my shirt back.
Then she goes off half-drunk on a date with someone who I think I'm not supposed to name.
Gotta admire a woman that can pull off some mad caper while hopped-up on copius amounts of alcohol before running off because she "wants her fucking duck" for dinner.
I wonder how it went.
Won a pillow. Had pillow + goodie bags stolen. Went for banana leaf rice at 2 a.m? Bought DVDs at ripoff price (so I'm told).
edit: I was also informed that women don't want to put out on the first date because they want the thrill of the chase. Because they want it to last. While I somewhat agree with this, I feel that a lot of the game should happen prior to the first date anyways. However if you're going on dates with people you've met briefly, like once, then putting out on the first date should be least of your worries.
Ruumz
Picked up Panda at Starbucks and
Showed up at a decent hour after several laps around the area looking for parking. Met up with Steph who had a hot date that night. Conversation somehow led to a hot debate on why the dinner date is still an optimal choice. That just proves to me Steph and Panda like to be dined and ogled.
PartnerAmir showed up with "the boys". Two of them wearing round neck shirts and were not allowed in. Steph then concocts some elaborate heist which involves me being half naked in the toilet for a good 15 minutes. Before I get my shirt back.
Then she goes off half-drunk on a date with someone who I think I'm not supposed to name.
Gotta admire a woman that can pull off some mad caper while hopped-up on copius amounts of alcohol before running off because she "wants her fucking duck" for dinner.
I wonder how it went.
Won a pillow. Had pillow + goodie bags stolen. Went for banana leaf rice at 2 a.m? Bought DVDs at ripoff price (so I'm told).
edit: I was also informed that women don't want to put out on the first date because they want the thrill of the chase. Because they want it to last. While I somewhat agree with this, I feel that a lot of the game should happen prior to the first date anyways. However if you're going on dates with people you've met briefly, like once, then putting out on the first date should be least of your worries.
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