Ramblings (watch out Grammar Nazis!).
After less than a
month at a well-known Korean ad agency, I finally left them to join another ad
agency that’s located near my home. And in two weeks time, they will be moving
to a new building, a building that’s located next to my condo! How cool is
that? I don’t have to spend a lot on fuel and toll. Is it a dream job? I don’t
know if it is.
I’ve always wanted to work near my crib. My worry is that in 2 years time, I’ll be moving to Kajang; because I bought a property with my fiancé. It is a freehold landed property, double-storey terrace and a guarded community. Created by Tropicana Heights (or formely known as Dijaya Holdings), this is the latest development by the stellar developer. I like my life right now. I feel like I have it all.
I have a Macbook Pro (courtesy of my office), my very own home, a work place that is near to my place, a wedding on the way, my Indonesian brother, who is here in Malaysia, and a wonderful fiancé. I know. I know. I’m blessed, and I will not take this for granted. I thank the almighty Allah S.W.T. He is the only one that can take it all away. And he can give more. He’s generous and he is fair. So I thank him and all the people that have helped me to get here.
It is what I want. But all of this is not luck. It took hard work, and a little bit of networking helps. To be honest when I wanted to try out this current ad agency, the Managing Director already knew me. In fact we met 2 years ago when I was in my previous agency. She wanted me to meet up with the previous Executive Creative Director. And the meet was very pleasant. Although I told the MD that I’d join her after a year, I didn’t expect to join her three years later!
My grammar still sucks and I know that for sure. After all I’m no Neil French or David Abbot. I don’t have a book waiting to be written. I’m a true blue ideas guy. Always have been and always will be. Think Dave Droga and Jonathan Kneebone. Come to think of it, I think I have talked about this once.
This is dejavu. Shit. I guess I’m running out of shit to write. See, I told you. I’m like Chuck Palahniuk. I rather write things that are fast and easy to digest. Like a digestive biscuit that is screaming for mercy before the acid in my stomach burns the fucker. Yes, melt away you little processed cretin made from sugar and flour. Assimilate yourself with the fat on the walls of my stomach. Stay and forever drown in the putrid lipids. There is no exit for you.
I didn’t know my MD stayed at my place, Metropolitan Square Condo. Didn’t I mention this earlier? Fuck déjà vu all over again! I’m just spitting and barfing a chunk of dejavu all over the place. It’s like FREE Déjà vu day. And I don’t give a rat’s ass. Buy 1 free 1 dejavu. Come one and come all. There is no stopping. That’s it. I need to play some Helios. A little light song for this office that resides within ikea.
It’s raining now and I feel like I’m in Europe. Hmm, Europe. A place, a country that I would love to work in. Besides Japan. Oh my god that would be the ultimate dream. To work in Japan and just chill there until the day I retire. I really don’t mind. I will always make Japan my number one country. It is clean, disciplined, modern, traditional and everything in it. It is as though Japan is the mother ship and I’m being called home. A place to call home. I don’t mind denouncing my citizenship and be a Japanese. A Malaysian Japanese. A MaJap. A JaPam.
Wait, what’s happening here? Why am I coming up with weird terms and such? And on that note, I’ve been writing nothing but gibberish. Break open a skull and destroy the stuff inside. Mash it up with potatoes and mix it with brown sauce. If you are drooling right now, well hello there Dr. Hannibal! Son of a bitch, this guy is looking so weird. I wonder if Eddy ever thought he would be working for an awesome ad agency, a multinational nonetheless.
This is the beauty of it all. The creatives are sharpening their tools, as they get ready to go into battle. Helmi the Digital Master looks on the battlefield. Thinking and strategizing. Eddy the Word Strategist discusses his next move with a lowly intern or servicing. Ken Lee the Grand General is frowning upon his tactics. The Word Wizard Justine mulls over the fact that her Kitty Powers have foiled. Faraj the Warrior cuts the unwanted plans in order to find the real idea underneath it all. The printer prints copious amount of cool wonders in order to defend against the EVIL Clients. This is it. This is the moment that everyone has been waiting for. Witness the final battle plan the great and powerful Rae, Warlord of the Words and Master of the Text. Everyone gasps and looks on as Rae unveils the greatest plan of all and the greatest. This is it. Can Rae make a difference? The West Suit Army is making a move and heading towards the land of the creative. This is it. Will this make a change? Will the tides turn? Or will the idle mind decides to wake up from its deep slumber? Don’t despair. There is no chance in hell that the darkness will cover the world. Hits after hits will be the death of it all.
Oh no. Where is it? Where is my mind? We don’t know but I do know for sure that this article is full of gibberish and grammatical mistakes. Loads of it.
I’ve always wanted to work near my crib. My worry is that in 2 years time, I’ll be moving to Kajang; because I bought a property with my fiancé. It is a freehold landed property, double-storey terrace and a guarded community. Created by Tropicana Heights (or formely known as Dijaya Holdings), this is the latest development by the stellar developer. I like my life right now. I feel like I have it all.
I have a Macbook Pro (courtesy of my office), my very own home, a work place that is near to my place, a wedding on the way, my Indonesian brother, who is here in Malaysia, and a wonderful fiancé. I know. I know. I’m blessed, and I will not take this for granted. I thank the almighty Allah S.W.T. He is the only one that can take it all away. And he can give more. He’s generous and he is fair. So I thank him and all the people that have helped me to get here.
It is what I want. But all of this is not luck. It took hard work, and a little bit of networking helps. To be honest when I wanted to try out this current ad agency, the Managing Director already knew me. In fact we met 2 years ago when I was in my previous agency. She wanted me to meet up with the previous Executive Creative Director. And the meet was very pleasant. Although I told the MD that I’d join her after a year, I didn’t expect to join her three years later!
My grammar still sucks and I know that for sure. After all I’m no Neil French or David Abbot. I don’t have a book waiting to be written. I’m a true blue ideas guy. Always have been and always will be. Think Dave Droga and Jonathan Kneebone. Come to think of it, I think I have talked about this once.
This is dejavu. Shit. I guess I’m running out of shit to write. See, I told you. I’m like Chuck Palahniuk. I rather write things that are fast and easy to digest. Like a digestive biscuit that is screaming for mercy before the acid in my stomach burns the fucker. Yes, melt away you little processed cretin made from sugar and flour. Assimilate yourself with the fat on the walls of my stomach. Stay and forever drown in the putrid lipids. There is no exit for you.
I didn’t know my MD stayed at my place, Metropolitan Square Condo. Didn’t I mention this earlier? Fuck déjà vu all over again! I’m just spitting and barfing a chunk of dejavu all over the place. It’s like FREE Déjà vu day. And I don’t give a rat’s ass. Buy 1 free 1 dejavu. Come one and come all. There is no stopping. That’s it. I need to play some Helios. A little light song for this office that resides within ikea.
It’s raining now and I feel like I’m in Europe. Hmm, Europe. A place, a country that I would love to work in. Besides Japan. Oh my god that would be the ultimate dream. To work in Japan and just chill there until the day I retire. I really don’t mind. I will always make Japan my number one country. It is clean, disciplined, modern, traditional and everything in it. It is as though Japan is the mother ship and I’m being called home. A place to call home. I don’t mind denouncing my citizenship and be a Japanese. A Malaysian Japanese. A MaJap. A JaPam.
Wait, what’s happening here? Why am I coming up with weird terms and such? And on that note, I’ve been writing nothing but gibberish. Break open a skull and destroy the stuff inside. Mash it up with potatoes and mix it with brown sauce. If you are drooling right now, well hello there Dr. Hannibal! Son of a bitch, this guy is looking so weird. I wonder if Eddy ever thought he would be working for an awesome ad agency, a multinational nonetheless.
This is the beauty of it all. The creatives are sharpening their tools, as they get ready to go into battle. Helmi the Digital Master looks on the battlefield. Thinking and strategizing. Eddy the Word Strategist discusses his next move with a lowly intern or servicing. Ken Lee the Grand General is frowning upon his tactics. The Word Wizard Justine mulls over the fact that her Kitty Powers have foiled. Faraj the Warrior cuts the unwanted plans in order to find the real idea underneath it all. The printer prints copious amount of cool wonders in order to defend against the EVIL Clients. This is it. This is the moment that everyone has been waiting for. Witness the final battle plan the great and powerful Rae, Warlord of the Words and Master of the Text. Everyone gasps and looks on as Rae unveils the greatest plan of all and the greatest. This is it. Can Rae make a difference? The West Suit Army is making a move and heading towards the land of the creative. This is it. Will this make a change? Will the tides turn? Or will the idle mind decides to wake up from its deep slumber? Don’t despair. There is no chance in hell that the darkness will cover the world. Hits after hits will be the death of it all.
Oh no. Where is it? Where is my mind? We don’t know but I do know for sure that this article is full of gibberish and grammatical mistakes. Loads of it.
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