Off to Wordpress.

Indeed. I've predicted the tedious editing and layouts from afar. Regardless, I'll still be hosting my blogs here.
But here's my blog under construction anyway.

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!

Identify the snitches at your prison block.

Getting a new job be a joyous sensation. An accomplishment of such is usually followed by a party of some sort. Or a let-this-be-an-excuse-to drink, to the very least.
Yes, big sense of accomplishment.

It can also mean a total hell hole for us.

Oh noes!

Yeah, experiencing the first few days of your new, 'glamorous' workplace can seem like an 8-month sentence to Guantanamo Bay. You go in without a clue of how things are being run, and who your homies are. You sniff out the shot-callers, the point men, the snitches. Lookout for the cooks and see what their deal is.

Think two steps ahead and play the game by strategy. Get sent to the hole if isolation is for the best. Don't write in kites because that'll get you shanked some day.

But most of all, try to keep it together and not get sucked in the virtual world. People don't bite you for no reason.