Imagine this...
Imagine this. A guy in his mid-twenties is wide awake at 5 o’clock in the morning. He twists and turns on his mattress while his W810i Sony Ericsson walkman phone plays a track from one of his custom playlist. Feeling a bit restless, he got up and walks toward his bagpack and took out a notepad – filled with random sketches and ideas.
His mind runs amok looking for ideas in every corner of his brain, and he taps his pen furiously against his forehead hoping that maybe, just maybe that something good will pop out. Stomach growling, the hallway lights are turned on, the sound of Azan Subuh can be heard from a distance- these distractions are swaying his train of thought towards the creation of ideas.
He swipes his walkman phone and took a quick glace at one of the mirrors that are placed in the living room, and walk toward the front door as he notices the time was already 5.30. He walks along the street, accompanied by fading streetlights, tiny drops of rain and the cool breezy wind. The magnificent view of KLCC was shining brightly as if it’s a lighthouse for the passing airplanes that are about to enter Malaysia.
Passing motorcycles prompted him to walk on the sidewalks for reasons that any of them could be rempits prowling for victims, but his ego and his body size, wouldn’t allow that to shake his dignity as a macho guy (ppft).
Feeling a bit relieved and relaxed, he walks back toward his house and takes one last look at the silent, noir-esque like street of his hometown and breathes in the cool, crisp air that he rarely breathes at this time, and at this moment.
Now imagine if you could put any type of product in this scenario.
Go ahead, it will be fun I assure you.
His mind runs amok looking for ideas in every corner of his brain, and he taps his pen furiously against his forehead hoping that maybe, just maybe that something good will pop out. Stomach growling, the hallway lights are turned on, the sound of Azan Subuh can be heard from a distance- these distractions are swaying his train of thought towards the creation of ideas.
He swipes his walkman phone and took a quick glace at one of the mirrors that are placed in the living room, and walk toward the front door as he notices the time was already 5.30. He walks along the street, accompanied by fading streetlights, tiny drops of rain and the cool breezy wind. The magnificent view of KLCC was shining brightly as if it’s a lighthouse for the passing airplanes that are about to enter Malaysia.
Passing motorcycles prompted him to walk on the sidewalks for reasons that any of them could be rempits prowling for victims, but his ego and his body size, wouldn’t allow that to shake his dignity as a macho guy (ppft).
Feeling a bit relieved and relaxed, he walks back toward his house and takes one last look at the silent, noir-esque like street of his hometown and breathes in the cool, crisp air that he rarely breathes at this time, and at this moment.
Now imagine if you could put any type of product in this scenario.
Go ahead, it will be fun I assure you.
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