OW MY TOE!

In the history of famous quotes, there is but one that i remember well for the tale of my toenail's plight.

Starscream "Ow my foot!"

Wondering which episode that quote comes from? It's not an episode, more like the very 1st and original Transformers Movie! Yeap, 20 years on and i still remember it vividly. Mostly 'cos i watched on dvd the other day. :P

Anyways back to the title story. My ingrown inflamed toenail has finally been removed. Of course, there was a lot of pain involved. But no screaming thanks to my inane ability to withstand pain (Yes, the image of me standing proudly with a cheesy grin on my face is actually what i am doing now)!

Oh, and i sold my car. So now, i am Chin Chin La less. Sold it to a good guy, hopefully he'll take better care of my car.

Sigh, relegated to driving my mother's Vios ... Yay.

Anyhow, i am looking at getting a pristine condition DC2 Integra GSR (Or SIR for JDM readers) and to be honest i can't wait! Finally, i will have a V-tec to speak of. A lot. All the time. Everyday. Even in my sleep even, even. Even.

Sigh, the days can't count down fast enough. Au beintot.

Where have all the good suits gone?

1. Liaise between departments
2. Be succinct and to the point in writing job requisitions
3. Be accountable for your briefs and the work creative does from your brief
   
4. Smooze when needed (Carry balls for those who aren't familiar with the term)
5. The ability to THINK first before acting
6. INSPIRE US (Creative department) in their creative briefs or with the gift of gab
   

That's it. That's all it takes.

Instead we get stuck with some fool who thinks he/she can getaway with just running the operational aspects. "Do it because client said so" they yell without considering what really needs to be done.

It's a sad, sad world.

I'd like to take this opportunity to thank my mentor in client servicing before i went and became a copywriter.

My eyes have been opened and the horrors have to be faced not avoided.

Woooohoooo!

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I am bored. I am in the office, but i am not really in the office. You know the feeling i am sure. I'd rather be in the mall looking at stuff i can't afford on my measly budget. Sigh.

I got a dinner date (use the term as loosely as possible) later tonight at 9:30 if anything comes of it other than the sound of my own voice i will be surprised.

Wonder if the IT guy will let me install some PC games on my work computer to let me pass the time. Or maybe i could start loading up some Naruto... I wonder whether it will take long.

Wonder, wonder, wonder... more like wander, as in my mind wandering.

I am currently losing 7 games of chess on FB all at the same time. Disgusting, who knew everyone on FB was a freaking professional.

I wanna buy a newer car. But the choices are so limited. Parts availability, service history, when the car was built and so on and so forth. I just can't stand throwing down 150K for a Honda no matter how much i want one. Especially for one built like 4 years ago. Whoever said it's a 2ndhand car buyer's market in Malaysia should be slapped in the face. Gently at first and then firmly. Then just after you apologize for the outburst you hit them with the old hand on the shoulder slap trick.

Allow me to illustrate:
Ladies and germs, is this not the most brilliant piece of illustration you've ever seen?

Yes, yes it is. Sometimes i wonder whether i could ever love anyone as much as i love myself.

Morning cartoon

So i dropped my car off at the tire shop this morning and got my mom to give me a lift to work. But instead of going straight to work from the tire shop, we took a detour home to pick some stuff up. This is what happened.

Mom: i'm going to get my bag and the globe for the class later. You drive.

Me: Ok.

5 minutes later.

Mom emerges from the house with globe and bag on shoulder on shoulder. She closes the gate but then something occurs to her.

Mom: Oh crap. I left my bag upstairs.

Pause...

Mom: Oh haha. It's on my shoulder already, hahaha!

Me: ...

This story scares me, a lot. Because you know what they say "The apple doesn't fall far from the tree".

Either way, i had a brilliantly good laugh this morning. But even at 57 years young my mom seems to be getting more and more senile by the day. Sigh. When will my senility kick in D:

Naruto!

It's only the most awesomest Japanese animated show i've ever watched. It's sick! (In a good way of course) I definitely recommend it to all. There's a shit load of episodes looks like it actually has turned into another Dragon Ball series-esque show. But then again who am i to complain about good youtube, dailymotion and naruto-tv.com-ing.

That's all for now.

From brakes to breaks

First i would to thank the glorious asshole who decided today was a fine day to attempt a feeble, backward, retarded break in and entering, and quite possibly stealing my not so loved, ridiculously money attention seeking car.

But instead of making off with my car, you decided that it was too difficult. What a professional you must be. In case you are literate enough to find this post, in a blog that gets updated, oh every once a century, in the sea of blogs on this ocean of a site - fuck you! And fuck you kindly, why, because you just stuck me with one more stupid bill. Congratulations would be thief, you have just made it onto my shitlist. When i become emperor of the world you will taste my wrath. I'll have you cum into a cup for artificial insemination, impregnate a woman thief with it, so you can have little thieves and then I'll have you all beaten and raped by pygmies. Because God knows, you're parents don't deserve it. After all, they may actually be law abiding innocents whose only mistake was to have a woeful misbegotten son (assuming you are a man, i can't tell because what man would leave stealing my car - your job - half done) such yourself.

Second, i would like to sing an ode to my car, the recently broken into Killer Chin Chin La. Sung to the tune of "Que sera, sera."

When you were braking ridiculously juddery,
I asked myself, what should i do?
Should i sell you? Or should i fix you?
This is what i said to me...

I'll fix you again!
Because i am notmadeofmoneyandcan'taffordanythingunlessisellyou!
I was foolish enough to think you loved me.
And now you're new brake discs and brakes have taken a shit on me too. [End song]

Yes, once again, in its brilliant sense of humor, my car has decided to make me look like a goomba. After RM1000, i might still have to get new discs or machine them and most likely get new high temperature pads. Oh, that should set me back another GAZILLION DOLLARS!

Fuck you car. Fuck you! You can't barely beat a B16A Civic. I'm so glad i fart into your seats often!

The checkered flag and shoes

There i was, at the starting line. Revving the ole girl. She was more than just ready. She was old, clunky, the steering alignment was off, the brakes were seriously faded even at a stand still, but nonetheless, she was ready!

The 3 lights illuminate. 3, 2, 1 GO! The next 6 seconds were a blur of cars passing to the left and to the right, thank you trusty right foot modulated accelerator control. I grab 4th and hit the throttle like a tonne of bricks, she screamed with delight as we hit 8000 rpm.

With a care free wave i dispatch my rivals with a calm yet sinister smile. Goodbye fellas, by the by, don't mind the dust. (Say it with a pompous English accent, i did!)

1st corner - i slam into 1st, she breaks traction, i slam her back into 4th doing 290km/h - I'm leading the pack.

2nd corner is a quick right hander. Bang! Into 1st again and back into 4th, "nice drift" i tell myself.

With reckless abandon we scream downhill. Like a light i initiate drift and carry through a perfect 4 wheeled drift. It was something to behold. You really had to be there to see it. Scintillating!

The last corner is fast approaching. The clunkers behind me are threatening my position. I stick to my game plan, i slam 1st and then into 3rd. From the 3rd lane over i control my slide all the way into the inside lane cutting off my would be competition.

Too bad they never had a chance. They were way too hasty. Tried to close in and perform some last gasp attempt at late braking, but ended up off track. Like i said, too bad.

I cross the line, winner. The checkered waves for me. I get out of my seat, the press are all over me in an instant. They ask "what's your secret?" I said "check out the shoes, they're checkered", immediately they understand. I can see it in their eyes.

Honestly, that didn't happen exactly how i told it. Recently at the office (my new agency in Mid Valley) we've been having Daytona competitions. I won two of the three races. I, thank you! Hope you enjoyed.

Oh, and by the way, when i crossed the line on the last race in 1st, i jumped out of my seat because i was the WINNAR! I PWN3D everyone in the 7 car field. I r champion!

Til the next story, later!

PS Keiichi Tsuchiya eat your heart out.