24 months and counting.

Today (9th) marks two extremely significant events. While fellow Malaysians from all walks of life march for free and fair elections, I celebrate the event of knowing the person with the kindest heart two years ago.

She loves me with all that she has left, and even more, exceeding her capacity. I made a remark to her when it hit me. I’ve noticed that with her, it takes a big brave step for good things to come. The first was of course, getting myself together to approach this very alien, yet interesting girl. And it paid off big time. So much I still don’t think I deserve it. The latter? Well, you’ll hear from me soon.

It will take some interesting steps to brave the upcoming chain of events. Not that I’m uncertain, but I trust that even when all else fails, I still have hope. Because you love me.

Happy anniversary, baby.

He must be real.

Best decision are made with divine wisdom. That’s why the most successful always seek God’s provision before decision-makings. At the age of (only) 24, you’d wonder what could my decisions be. I was once fickle minded. Still is a little, now. There were hardly any effort planning my time, or deciding beyond the grey area. Like spelling the word grey, instead of gray. Because I’m accustomed to the Brits.

Given a choice, men don’t flaunt their weaknesses. Hard times are dealt ‘professionally’. Cool, stern and laid back, while the heart sprints. Take me, for instance. Troubled times are kept cool as hell. There’s always the stacked away tissues to wipe the breakout cold sweats. But mostly, in ends up scrubbing the flaring nostrils. Thankfully, she knows me best. She always there to remind me that I’m only human, and my world isn’t going to crumble down when I start grunting like a chimp. She reminds me of hope when I feel like there’s none. And my mind wonders, what did I do to deserve such a loving person?

Stupidity comes from learning.

Moving into a new decade only reminds me how reliant we are towards technology we didn’t build, and the digital world we’re all in. The damn Internet’s more resourceful than anything else to us. In fact, that may be the matchstick that sets geekism so hot like a bushfire. Or for those who like insightful answers, the Sun, because it has surface temperature of approximately 5778K. Whatever the hell that means.

Once we’re allowed the accessibility to unlimited knowledge and information, a new kind of character comes to life. Sadly, I’m talking about our lives.

Presenting Mister Walking Wikipedia. (I’d settle for Encyclopedia, but since we’re so 2011 and all..) Similar to a walking dicktionary, he not only unloads information like diarrhea, it seems these species are proud of pulling all sorts of random knowledge from their pants. Conversations tend to revolve around the number of pages he has read from websites with 27 hits since 1994. Anything from volcanoes to the change Ronald Reagan has really made during his time. Like the haunting of Da Vinci. Uglier, of course.

What we think:
The fact is, the more we invest learning and discovering something new, the less likely we consider ourselves expert at it. In short, as much as we are learning every day, we see raw stupidity in the mirror.

The next time you pick up an Einstein douchebaggery scent, don’t feel bad about yourself and allow him to play Doctor House for a little more while and learn something out of it.
But we need a whole level of tolerance when we come across this sort’a ‘situation’.

24th October. Every other day.

Lately, I’ve been trying to encourage my girlfriend to start blogging. Incase someone’s going down the copywriter path, at least everything’s warmed up a bit. But you know what bums me out? I’m afraid at this rate, she might be blogging more often than I am. Now, what can be more blasphemous!

So let’s talk about names. We’ve had a fit just talking about what names we don’t want for our kids. And I realize how easy it is knowing what names are a no-no. On the other hand, finding the right one is gonna, well.. take a while. Think about it. It’s pretty amusing how the names of our kids are entirely up to our decision. What’s more amusing is that we have names like Al Bino, or Luscious Pussy. I mean, c’mon guys! Take it easy on the alcohol.

Here’s your little boy, Mrs. Time. I believe he’s Justin Time.

Enough about that. I heard how a single person can’t be taken seriously sometimes because their actions are usually done with no consequences in mind. Which to an extent, pretty true I’d say. You don’t have to answer to anyone. You can do whatever the hell you like, whenever you want to. And it’s not going to affect anyone else. Which is a little frustrating to get in. If it’s any harder for you, picture a child. The little brat gets away with everything, and nobody cares.

Oh and it’s my birthday today. She took weeks to plan a surprise for me. I love you baby, you’re super sweet :)
I like having yakkety yakes with you. Sometimes with a pinch of trivial questions even. I could go on and on.

The BS evolution.

After a long thought, I think I’ll second the fact that the future will be ruled by bs. Think about the amount of bs corporations have invested in their product claims just to stay afloat. And you know why it isn’t declining? Because we love bs. We love to make up shit that isn’t true. I’ve recently read through a bunch of student’s writings based on their projects. I read three paragraphs of words put together, that doesn’t mean anything. Congratulations. But who cares? Everyone’s picking up on it. You spent six months being completely unproductive? Produced a shitty work? That’s okay, words will save you. Go on, start putting harder thought on words you can put together and that’ll save you.

“What’s my social media strategy?”

“Building loyalty and increased engagement through ongoing conversation and brand experience.”

“Sold!”

WordPress my nerves.

It doesn’t take a genius to notice that fairly good writers seldom rely on visuals to get their message across. Ads aside, I’ve been trying to put on the heavyweight writing suit to blow readers away. Reading other copywriters’ web posts is a good kick-starter, aside from coffee. Then again, good visuals won’t do harm to great writing. I’ve noticed how wordpress’s blog enables more flexible layouts, so I’ve decided why not sign up for a wordpress account and give it a try. Yoda said “Do or do not. There is no try.” which leads me to believe I shouldn’t have after all. It’s poor web usability ticks me off. But don’t take my word for it. When I’m done figuring this out, I’ll be all set to leave. There’s really nothing in Blogger that says me. Besides, it’s far too common among the KL-ites. Everyone has a damn blogger account. This is one of those time where it’s okay to switch for the sake of being different. Like the all-in-your-faces iPhone.

You probably aren’t aware of this, but our pet hedgehog suffered a high fall just about 3 weeks ago. The fall resulted in what I presumed, to be a broken left (front) leg. As he was limping, it was really painful to watch. Being a typical hedgehog, little bruno is quite the diva. Being defensive is an understatement. Any sudden movements and he’ll curl up like a ball of thorns. Sure, he’ll hiss and puff to get intimidate us but he’s really the one that’s scared to death. So little space, so much personality.

The good news however, was that he has miraculously recovered. Able to walk with all four feet again, he’s been getting our love and attention more than ever.

Hey look, a sway of topic in just a paragraph. Awesome.

Copyrighter? Copywriter?

No one knows what a copywriter does. Not even the slightest clue. If another person says I copyright stuff again I will fall on my knees and cry. No scrap that, I’ll make you fall on your knees and cry. Like a wimp.
You could be auditing, or psyching someone to get pay cheques for all I care. I don’t know what the rest of you do, but it sure is fun having to manipulate your senses to believe what I want you to.

It’s every bit if imagery you see. You buy, and participate in things and now, you’re a new man.

It’s that guy that yaps about his iPhone’s features, making you feel like a sore loser every time you show up at your work desk. No, not me, just you. Or that douchebag who swore that he’s a jock and all the chics dig his short neck because he holds a membership card to Fitness First. And it’s not like they’re going to score with a shiny touch-screen phone. Relax, no one’s going to ogle over your phone. Ooh.. Jake, your phone’s making me so hot.
Yeah.

Really, Sexyman_291 and Sir iTalkalot is just an idea to mess around with your minds. Well, at the very base at least. More like, your pockets. Good copywriters can write just about anything and you’re going to read it. We’ll tell you that bacon’s the new beef and you’ll buy stacks of those with the money that you don’t have. We’ll make you buy packs of expensive milk powder thinking your 5 year olds are going to grow up healthy and smart because it has the right mix and ingredients of formulas you can’t even pronounce. And the best part is, you don’t know who made you swipe your card for that 10 dollar Eviant bottled water. They’re the copywriters. Who’s laughing now?

It might sound a little over the top, but copywriters are quite the masterminds when it comes to creating beliefs and impressions. You’re still going to get the damn iPhone aren’t you.

Great, my girlfriend is going to use this against me now. :-p

The land below the wind? Who made that up?

I really don’t recall the last time we snapped a bajillion photographs. Maybe work has gotten to me and everything seems less amusing by day. So taking the trip off to freshen up a little bit was, well, borderline crucial. Not forgetting this is a treat to the one big year, before we were strangers.

Incase you’re wondering, the big six day trip was to Sabah. The one local state that kept me wondering all these years. Rumours had it that the skies were beyond awesome (pardon me, I hate to use that word too) and the land was culturally rich.
Before I go on, I have to thank Aaron for somewhat planning this trip and preparing the 3 versions (I believe) of itinerary for us. You have made us very prosperous, shape-less people.

I chuckled to the pictures when I saw her being the inner kid she is, and knowing she’s just happy without having to worry about everyday issues for once. I’d do it all over again to see her smile and laugh the way she did. As for me, I look completely ridiculous in candid, like some washed up chump. Yes, unlike your perfect idea of a man’s symmetrical everything, I’m very much human.

We ate our Sabahan hearts out, walked, and tried things we can never do here in this cultural-forsaken city. It’s nice to be seeing real tan and toned local indigenous men driving boats (Although one has Justin hell-no Bieber as ringtone). I’ll stop elaborating right about now, as it’ll seem creepy if I kept going. I only wanted to say, well, compared to the ‘idea’ of a real men here who does 5 sets of bench presses everyday just to look, douche-ier?

All is done, but not close to over. It’s time to squeeze-in holiday time between those tight work schedule!

I’m still daunted by the great amount of spelling errors I have seen there.
Okay that is it. The black correctional marker is going with me the next time!

Hell of a word crafter.

I’m born to piss you off.

Writings from people like David Thorne often proves to me that writers have some sort of superpowers. He makes me shit my pants laughing whenever he wants to. It’s almost like I have no sense of control whenever I read his articles and dialogues. I mean, how does anyone not feel sorry for the guy after reading his ‘Girls That have said no Part’ readings?

If he would’ve been an ordinary dude that’s just David Thorne some accountant, I would’ve gladly taken his throne and start this movement of ‘I am one peculiar dude who does not know how to socialise and is half a jerk’ but only in the virtual world. C’mon, the only downside of this is my photo would probably turn faces in cafeterias and yeah not the good ones. But it’s a darn good chance to shine.

It’s basically being the real Sheldon Cooper without ‘real’ consequences. I’m totally in for a few nasty replies, but whatever.

Hello One (Big) Year!

Up to date, I’ll be writing.. well, professing my love to my dearest girlfriend (:

Yes, one whole year has passed and a lot has happened. I have shared my personal thoughts with her and as cheesy as this is, for public viewing now. I will not, and refuse to even begin to think about what this year will be if I wasn’t blessed with this partner God has ordained me with.
Yeah, ordained! She will tell you the story.
Having to accept one’s weaknesses and still love him sure isn’t easy as pie and having to be loved that way is a feeling that cannot be put to words. I sure hope I have given you more than I have. There’s no sweat in loving and accepting a person without being exposed to his flaws.
Well I have many, that nobody knows, and you chose to stay.
I love the little things that you do. Some ‘analytical’ (you know what that is), and others mostly doofus-like. I like the fact that you’re different. As much as you might not know, you put your hats down to women figure that you find admirable. Men, nonetheless. But women, generally.

You have an incredible heart. The most subtle, yet the biggest giver.
I can write endlessly, but I know it won’t do justice to my emotions. (I should probably go brush up with my words then, I know! Let’s not judge) And living it with you is no doubt the better thing to do!
I hope I have given you enough reason to want to be in this walk with me.
And I hope I can keep up with you, and you can keep me :P always.
Happy 1 (big) year anniversary, baby (:

Here’s to the sweatest person, ever!