1000 words of pure Tokkok and BS....

Alastair Crompton, a famed copywriter, once quote that to write 1000 words per day takes great dedication in helping to perfecting and crafting copy. No matter what you write, just keep writing. So here it goes....

1000 Words Part 1

I have no idea what to write. I doubt that it is of any interest even if I have something to write, and even if I have something to write, I have to make sure the points that I want to write is in order. This is when the problem arises, and it is the mother of all problems. My mind is a huge playground and it tends to go here and there and everywhere if I don’t have a good strong grasp to what I want to say. Probably because I ate paintchips when I was just a little kid; no surprise since my childhood is just a figment of my imagination.

I NEED TO ORGANIZE MY POINT SO THAT IT COULD BE A CRYSTAL CLEAR MESSAGE!!!

Seriously though, it takes a lot to do something so simple, and I’m saying that based on the feedback I got from asking people of a higher authority. Holy shit, I only wrote like 169 words only! This is bullshit! I’ve been trying to write things out but it’s all based on stupid incoherent bullshit! I seriously need some blowjob or some sort to release my crazy creativity or something because I’ve been going on a dry spell for almost 5 years now; I might as well be a virgin again!

There are times when I think my penis is pissed of at me for not giving it enough sex, instead of the standard masturbation. The “little lieutenant”, the nickname for my penis, is gradually getting weaker and flaccid day by day, and the only way to fill it with life is by stroking it once or twice a week; which can be pretty boring, since both my hands are the victims

Sigh, I need sex

By now, I’m sure I sound like some perverted-sex-addicted-average-male, but do keep in mind that I haven’t had sex for 5 freakin years! I’m eligible to become a Monk anytime soon! Heck, I’m sure they are just waiting for me to fill in the spot that is reserved for me since 2001. Abstinence can be a bitch sometimes, and it can be freaking amazing. Imagine if you finally had sex after so long, and the moment you blow your load, the world is a much better place and everyday is like heaven. Smiles and galore radiates any room once you walked in, and of course a lot of people would be affected by it. Am I making any sense?

All right, where was I? Owy yeah, I was talking about abstinence – the practice of not fornicating with the opposite sex.

447 words have been typed since 9.30, and I’m rambling out of my mind without any logical reasons to back it up – I’m such a messed up person.

MOOD BOARDS!

That’s right. Hisham just emailed me and Leong to discuss about a Mood Board for the Morib Resort City presentation this Wednesday. I don’t know what the hell a mood board is; I thought it was a board that gives emotional reaction such as anger, sad, happy and depression, but my guess was so dead wrong. A Mood Board is actually a collection or a collage of images that depicts the concept or the idea of an ad or a brand of a client’s product- which I hope that is what it means.

My Art Director is impressive, and I can tell he is a hardworking fella with years of experience and he knows how to see things in a logical way. He loves to listen to songs on his ipod but still rarely talks to me about work and stuff, and also able to sharpen my ideas. It is still hard to talk to him nevertheless.

Ahh the servicing is now out from the meeting! Let the sheep flock around and reawakened with their new thinking about what is the role of traffic. Hurrah! Let’s throw some fireworks and celebrate with great grandeur of this awakening! I just turned down my friend to join them for lunch, and it is because my money’s on a tight budget. I don’t even know if that made any sense.

Seven hundred and 4 words but still lacking 300 more, and speaking of 300, did I mention to you that I saw the movie? It was oozing with alpha maleness and made me green with envy for their perfect bods and their chiseled abs (bastards). I walked out of the theatre thinking “how the hell did they get those bods? It musta been computer graphic! All of them had too perfect of a body”.
So I did what any other guy did after watching that movie, and that is to pledge myself to work out again and achieve atleast a slim, toned body.

Here’s my theory, a hot body plus a well trimmed beard equals having sex with hot women any time- with the addition of my American accent. That what separates the chumps from the real men, and that is the defining truth. Swoon women all over Malaysia! Rae of Spartan shall walk among the mediocre men of Malaysia, and pity thee once you see me.

And I have been saying that same bullshit for so long now, but nothing ever happens except I keep on gaining weight like my cat, Ikko. If you look at my spare tires, you can see what I mean; I have a freaking hour glass figure! I need to get that V-shaped body soon and mesmerize the women in Malaysia. It’s not only the brain that should do the work but also the body, and then on the possibilities of having a harem is not that far.

Eat your heart out Tom Cruise, Brad Pitt, Colin Farrell and the lots! Prepare to meet the Asian invasion! And David Beckham, you betta watch out that your wife doesn’t meet me, cuz it ain’t gonna be pretty once we get it on the sack.

Sigh…When will I stop talking cock and start doing something?