Monday, August 31, 2009

Ready, Steady... Watch!

Lipstick Jungle, Season 2 begins NOW.

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CSI Needs Your Help

So I may think I'm more qualified than CSI
but, uh... I kinda need a Robin right now.

(Epic fail. -_-)

You see, I fell in love with the ending track on Chapter 7: Carpe Threesome in Season 1 of Lipstick Jungle but I can't seem to find the song title or artists' name online. T_T Can you guys help me out here? Lyrics below ya. Better yet, somebody, email me the mp3! (Nyek nyek nyek.) I'd be forever grateful... *puppy dog eyes*


I'm looking at
All the time that's gone
Seems that I can't say

Of all the things
That I have done wrong
And wished that I could change

I hear you say it doesn't really matter
Hold on to me in the end you'll see

When all your days go wrong
It's all right I'll never stop trying
When all your tears have gone
Could you ever really love someone like me

– Female Singer

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Sunday, August 30, 2009


All hail me cos I am brilliant!
(Even if I do say so myself.)

If CSI had me, their episodes would just be 10 minutes long, I tell ya! HAH! Take that, sitcom writers! I cracked yer mystery. Just like that. Why? Cos I'm brilliant. B-R-I-L-L-I-A-N-T! (Just gotta stress that again so I don't feel that staying up to find out is a waste of Sleep Hours. =p)

Read this to know more ---> *click* Otherwise, you can always refer to the 35th minute of Lipstick Jungle, Season 1, Episode 6. Specifically between 35:17 to 35:39.

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I Think I Just Solved The Mystery!

Oh em gee, I think I just figured out
the answer to the mystery.

(This is in reference to Lipstick Jungle, by the way.)

Ok. Brief run-through of what
Lipstick Jungle is all about so those of you
who haven't watched it don't get lost.

Lipstick Jungle revolves around the lives of three women. Of the three, one's a fashion designer named Victory Ford. She used to be a big name in the fashion scene but after a few bad designs (according to the fictional press in the sitcom), her good fortune kinda fizzled out. She fired 15 employees, got screwed over by the one-and-only she retained, then resorted to work herself to death in her own kitchen with a new assistant as her Robin. The only thing working out for her is her relationship with Mr Billionaire Boyfriend, Joe.

Nothing interesting as yet. But wait.
Here's where the story gets interesting.

Some old dude she meets at a party named Mr Contero suddenly says he's interested in investing in her. He pays the bills with no questions asked. Is only interested in WHO he's investing in, and not WHAT – he's not interested in her sketches or which designs she's planning to produce. He just keeps them cheques coming and they never bounce. Her assistant thinks she's hit the jackpot where it comes to Fairy Godfathers but she seems disturbed by his unfaltering support and is growing increasingly curious of his source of income.

Here's where I play CSI and solve the mystery.

I think Mr Contero is a sham. Why? Cos he's just a puppet. For who? Mr Billionaire Boyfriend, Joe! You see, Victory would never have asked for his help nor accepted any such gesture in any other case if it came from him. And of all the people she knows – her BFFs included – Joe was the only one who told her that Contero checks out. That aside, come on lah. Which venture capitalist wouldn't want to know exactly what he's investing in? None, I can tell you that! Of course you'd wanna know where your money's going if you're going to throw a big chunk of it at a once-was big time fashion designer.

Am I brilliant or am I brilliant, I ask you???

Haha. But then again, maybe I'm just reading too much into everything and thinking too hard about trying to make the pieces fit. If I'm wrong, my defence is that, hey, I'm a girl! And us, girls, we dream up stories and create fiction in our heads then think that they're fact just because. But whatever the case, I think I'm right. I don't know if I am for sure yet, but I've just got a feeling that Joe's behind all this. IF you already know how this works out, DON'T TELL ME. I don't wanna know. Let ME tell YOU if I'm right once I get to the reveal. I'M NOT KIDDING! Keep your spoilers to yourself. >(

Ok. I'm done. Am going to go back
to watching Lipstick Jungle now.


Who says hanging out laundry my laundry
to dry at 3:33AM isn't a good thing? =)

p/s: I'm only at 15:54 on Episode 6 of Season 1, by the way, so don't go revealing stuff to me. Again, I cannot possibly stress enough that I DON'T WANT TO KNOW. Don't ruin it for me. It could get ugly. Thank you for your kind cooperation.


My Gmail Inbox at 2:43AM today.


Do you see what I see?!?

Like, how the heck did Ky do that??? I've never seen any other Malaysian/Singaporean blogger have their blog linked on Google. Crazy cool! Sponsored link wor... Must pay wan ah?


This Is Why I Haven't Blogged All Day:

It's crazy addictive, I tell you! I started on Season 1 and I haven't stopped since. Am already on Episode 6 (and still going strong). Haha. Disiplin tak ada. Self kontrol konfirm fail. No more sleep tonight. Marathon all the way to the end! Woot woot! So semangat. =p

Saturday, August 29, 2009

My Misbehaving Body Meets Mrs Mind

It seems to me like my mind and my body are at odds with each other again. They're just not cooperating! Argh! And because they're behaving like mean kids at the playground right now, I don't get to play in Dreamland. >(

I don't get it.

Why am I always either sleepy as hell but not tired,
or dead tired but wide awake and not sleepy at all.

Like, wth. Talk about bad combos, man. -_-

Thing is, tonight, the ageing body... (I'll be a quarter of a century old in just a few months! Gah!) tired and really just wants to crash but Mrs Mind says, "NO. You stay up. Just because. Mwahahahaha."

Ugh. Stupid evil witch. >(

Project 365: 28/08/2009 [Friday Face]

This is how I look when I'm struggling to stay awake.

Lazy Neck + Sleepy Eyes + Rempit Hoodie + Moo The Cow


Look at my eyes, wei. Or rather the lack of them. HAHA. Funny. This afternoon really so, so sleepy lah. Beh tahan. Summore doing Company Code of Conduct Integrity Squares game show nonsense. Wah. Really can pengsan until dun wanna wake up.

And as you can see, I finally found a way to put Moo – the cow I stole from The Art Guy – to good use. He's that white/pink/black thing I've got propped under my chin. Pictures of the cutie later lah ya. Haha. Now, I'm going to GO HOME. Wheeee! My weekend's here!

p/s: It wasn't just me looking like this. didjital was no better. Haha. Also no eyes. But ok lah. Got kaki then at least dun feel so bad. =p

Project 365: 27/08/2009 [If You Wake Up And It's Thursday, Go To Klang]

This is me all dressed up for Friday.
Mana tau... it was still Thursday.


Ugh, potong.

So... to make up for it (to myself), I escaped work by 8:15PM and drove all the way to Klang. Hahahaha. Spontaneous decision. One of those spur-of-the-moment things. (PM: Sorry, Balala!) Picked The Art Guy up and ended up driving (he, not me) all around Klang for about an hour just looking for dry bak kut teh. -_-'''


*rolls eyes*

So tak happening lah that place.
Sheesh. Klang, FAIL!

Friday, August 28, 2009

If I Were A Boy...

I'd be a butt guy. Like, totally.

I've discovered that it's not big boobs or tiny waists that catch the most of my attention. (They do also lah. Just not as much.) It's tight asses. In jeans. Levi's especially. Man... So. So. Hawt.

So... I guess this is me confessing that I'm pervy when it comes to "certain things" cos I'd (very much rather) check out butt cheeks (over boobies and waists) any day. No matter where I go, no matter who I'm walking behind. Haha. Aren't you glad I'm not a guy now? At least my taking peeks at your tush isn't all THAT bad cos, hey! We're both YYs!

Oh, yes. Having said that, I forgot to add one little detail. I'm not much into boy buttocks. I mean, I don't check them out as much lah. Men don't have very nice bums anyways. Most have none.

Me, I like womanly bums. Nice, hot buns. (@_@ Shit, that sounded so much sicker than I intended it to. Haha.) I like them perky and shapely. (Who doesn't?!) The kind you just want to reach out and give a squeeze to. The kind that fits just right into the palm of your hand. The kind that looks so perfect you'd imagine they're flawless under all that (unnecessary?) fabric. No stretch marks, no orange peel skin, no pimples (yuck) – mm hmm, nice.

But I'm not saying boobs aren't a good thing to keep an eye (or two) out for lah. Boobs are my next-in-line. A close second. Haha. Fine. I like boobies, too. The just-right, not-saggy kind, of course. Gravity-affected melons don't entice me much. No points for guessing why.



You know, I really don't know why I'm telling you guys all this. Over share kau kau. -_- Think I should just call it a night, get my butt self into bed and turn off the lights before I embarrass myself any more than I already have. -_-''' Nights.

Edit at 3:29AM on 28 AUGUST 2009: Eh, now I'm curious. Are you guys (and girls) butt people or boob people? Sharings a bit lah. It's time to let your inner perv out. =p

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Made A Boo Boo

Mentioned in last night's post that today's Friday.
It's not! It's Thursday! NoooOOooOooOOOooo!!!


Facebook Is Depressing!

You know how I'm hardly lurking around or mucking about on Facebook, right? Well, IMHO, it was for good reason. Cos I was smarter then. Too bad I'm not so smart tonight. -_-'''

Because tonight, no thanks to Facebook, I found out the horrible truth about growing up. The horrible truth in growing older. The horrible truth in being a tortoise when it comes to my arrival at life's peak, but a hare when it come to pigmentation, wrinkles and growing sideways. (That's what happens to women when they grow older.)

You know what's the real problem with Facebook? What's wrong is that it tells you things you don't have to know. Things you probably wish you didn't know. Like what, you ask?



I'm not kidding. MOST of them are there. *points above* As in a majority. As in they make up more than those who are not. As in their side of the fence is filling up while mine is thinning but I ain't going nowhere. Aargh, emo! I didn't know all this till tonight. Didn't realise I'd probably be the last one standing. Ugh, I hate Facebook. T_T

Up To More Nonsense

Here we go again. Tee hee.


LO, darlings! Nonsenses bak! & cuz we had so much :) lst wk, hEr I M, ^ 2 my usual nonsense 'gen. d lst tym I puLD a fst 1 on U, U guys sed it wz t% much 2 tAk.. Brain Cnot handL lah, bla bla bla dunno wot nonsense.

weL, boiz & 3:o)z, fRnds & foes, parNts & chldrn of aL ages, races & fAcz, youll b glad 2 knO dat I saved DIS 1 tl dis fri. jst 4 U. W8D aL of 4 dAz b4 I gave myself d grEn lite 2 brighten yor dA. HAHA. c HOW nIs I M??? whr got blogger so nIs lIk me wan, I ask u? U so LckE lah.

hav a gr8 fri., guys. My thurs. hasnt endD yt bt Im alredi l%kin 4ward 2 s@RdA, sun. & mon.. It's a lng wknd – yeah, ~:o, yyssw!

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Project 365: 26/08/2009 [You're Not My Friend]

I don't like all of you. Hmmph!

You guys thought I'd slacked off on Project 365 again, right??? ADMIT IT! Just admit it!!! YES I'm judging YOU. Cos I know YOU judged ME first! HAH! I know you guys sure think that I didn't Photobooth myself for Project 365 the last three days. And even if you thought I did, I know all you then thought that I wouldn't be publishing them any time soon. Sure you all thought that I'd forgotten all about it, right?? Or you thought that I'd procrastinate longer, RIGHT??? Yes, right! I KNOW I'm right!! I know you all thought that! Hmmph! Babi babi semua, all judging me. >.< Dun wan fren you eh di laaa...

Project 365: 25/08/2009 [Pinky Tinki]

Actually hor, that top I was wearing was cotton candy pink. Like, HARDCORE cotton candy pink, okayyy. Never bluff. Too sweet already. *shiver* Beh tahan. Dunno what I was thinking that time lah, actually. Sales lady at the shop must have jampi-ed me into buying it. Now I look at myself in the mirror also I sket can kena diabetes, man.

So what to do?

Well, I resorted to neutralising
the pinkness with black in the end.
(I couldn't bring myself to walk out
the door lah. Just couldn't. -_-')

So lots and lots of black, it was! Black cropped top, black modern corset, black slacks, black heels and black liner. Thank goodness I was sporting dark nails, too. Or else sure people think I bimbo then blow my rocker chick cover only. Haiyo.

Project 365: 24/08/2009 [Going Green]

Was my first time wearing that top.
Not very suitable in airy spaces.


Gotta rethink the wardrobe.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Mac OS X Snow Leopard: The Release

This Friday. August 28th.

It's finally here. And for only $29. (@_@) So accessible. So much less than the $129 Apple asked for during the upgrade from Tiger to Leopard two years ago. A sign that Leopard made a bigger leap in terms of tech than Snow Leopard will make this time around? Maybe. Whatever the case, it'll be a big day for lot of people. I wish I was "people", too. *sigh*

2 Days Later

  1. 1 30s TVC: Due tomorrow – DONE!
  2. 1 press ad: Due tomorrow – DONE!
  3. 15s TVC recording: Tomorrow afternoon – DONE!
  4. 4 10s tag-ons: Due before noon tomorrow – DONE!
  5. 1 3-panel brochure + full specs: Due before noon tmr – DONE!
  6. 1 NN Advertorial: Due tomorrow – DONE!


p/s: I have a new list but... ah! Dun wan publish lah. See also sien.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Confirm Die

It's morning and I'm still not done. T_T

  1. 1 30s TVC: Due tomorrow – DONE!
  2. 1 press ad: Due tomorrow – DONE!
  3. 15s TVC recording: Tomorrow afternoon – N/A
  4. 4 10s tag-ons: Due before noon tomorrow – DONE!
  5. 1 3-panel brochure + full specs: Due before noon tomorrow
  6. 1 NN Advertorial: Due tomorrow

I blame my inability to stay up all night to plunder on. (Used to be able to. Can't do it anymore. Dammit, I'm getting old. T_T) Planned on taking a short 2-hour nap to recharge but somehow, my 2-hour nap turned into a 2-hour nap PLUS an extra 2-hours worth of restless snoozing. (My alarm clock was set to re-ring every 5-minutes. That means I snoozed 24 times. Wth. -_-')

I Wasn't Born Perfect

And I doubt I'll be gettin' there any time soon.

My right eye's smaller than my left, my right hand's uglier than my left, and my left foot's uglier than my right. I have pimples, blackheads and dehydrated skin. I have smile lines, frown lines and fine lines on my neck. I have dark rings, killer eyebags and not-curly-enough lashes. My hair frizzes, it sometimes doesn't listen, and it drops to much too fast. I'm putting on weight (finally – yay?), my arms are getting fat and my tummy's getting bigger (boo hoo T_T).

I ain't perfect... but it's ok.
(Consoling myself. Haha. Wth.)

Monday, August 24, 2009

My Colleagues Are Trying To Kill Me

  1. 1 30s TVC: Due tomorrow
  2. 1 press ad: Due tomorrow
  3. 15s TVC recording: Tomorrow afternoon
  4. 4 10s tag-ons: Due before noon tomorrow
  5. 1 3-panel brochure + full specs: Due before noon tomorrow
  6. 1 NN Advertorial: Due tomorrow

I. Am. Going. To. Die T_T

p/s: Okay, so #6 isn't exactly the fault of my colleagues but... STILL!!!

Fight Fire With Fire

If you don't want to date some people,
start dating other people.

Pam Song: *ranting* What is wrong with guys these days? I don't get it! Is my English that bad ah? Very difficult to understand what I say meh? I've repeated myself many, many, many times in many, many, many ways leh. Why cannot get wan??? >_<

Duh Roads: *sits up straight and smiles at sudden realisation* I know what you can do!

Pam Song: *sits up straight with excited look on face* What?

Duh Roads: Get a boyfriend! =D

Pam Song: -_- Not. Helping.

See, this is why they always tell you not to take advice from just anybody. Sometimes the advice karat and logik setengah masak wan. If listen sure terbabas/terkandas/terpelanting later on. -_-'

Project 365: 23/08/2009 [Monday Beckons]

After bath, before bed.

Yes, I usually go to bed with wet hair. -_-''' Don't nag.

I had a good Sunday. Too bad the thought of spending yet another Monday at work, chained to my desk while typing furiously on my comp all the work-day long, is turning out to be such a killjoy. =(

Project 365: 22/08/2009 [Pam Song, The Social-fied]

This was me on Saturday night.

Already 3:35AM but still going strong. That's what a healthy dose of good music does for the soul – it recharges! Haha. The Social rocks my socks so hard I can't help but promote it. =D But if you guys ever hit the spot, cramp it up and kill my fun, I'll hunt you down and make you pay for ruining my wunnerful Saturday night hangout.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

The Place To Be

The Social, Bangsar.

Open air at the outside section. Hot peppermint tea. Acceptable pricing. Relatively young crowd. Awessum live band. Nuff said.

Okay, I lied. I've still got summore to say.
(Not surprising since it's me lah, kan?)


You know, even if there wasn't all the other points, I'd still be there if only for the band. Take my word for it, they're damn good. I was walking by with a girlfriend after after-dinner drinks and because of the music, we stopped and decided to have another drink right after our after-dinner drinks. -_-' See what I told ya? Damn. Good.

The band plays from dinner hour to closing time. Or so the waiter tells me. Don't know what the band's name is (we got communication problem with the waiter lah) but what the hew, all you need to know is that they're awessum and most definitely worth your time and money. It's pretty much the perfect place with the perfect setting to unwind over drinks with the perfect music playing. Just my kind of place to be on a Saturday night. =)

57-59, Jalan Telawi Tiga,
Bangsar Baru,
59100 Kuala Lumpur.
Tel: 03-2282 2260

Saturday, August 22, 2009

Pat-Self-On-Back Moment

I just had 9 hours of sleep. Go, me!

Project 365: 21/08/2009 [The Tilt]

During my younger days – 2000/2001 can consider quite long ago lah – I somehow got involved in a Five Arts Centre musical called "Red and Gold Shoe". (Last time can act/sing/dance lah. Now, old then karat already. T_T Semua tak boleh pakai.)

I remember the practices being gruelling. Fanatical, even. (Thank you, Aida Redza – dance coordinator and choreographer of "Red and Gold Shoe". You are without a doubt my favourite choreographer of all time to work with and train under. I know now that whatever other choreographers throw at me, I can do... and I won't die doing it. =p)

Throughout my 2000 year-end holiday and on weekends during the school term, practices ran from 9AM to 5PM with only an hour-long lunch break in between. Warm-ups were an hour or two long. Revisions – retracing yesterday's steps for the sake of greater recall – took another hour or two, then we'd break for lunch.

Upon returning to the studio after grabbing a quick bite (and chilling a little by the sea), we'd go into choreography, experimental dance and some weird, foreign, funky form of training (nothing resembling the classical ballet training I was used to) that would improve our techniques as contemporary dancers. And give us the courage we needed to pull off the stunts that were required of us.

It took guts for all of that, I tell ya. We'd roll all over the floor, step over each other, throw each other around, carry each other, flip/push/manhandle/swing each other like our lives depended on it – it was nuts! Very dangerous, too! (Hurt my back in a freak accident and never really healed completely. -_-) But lots of fun. =p I loved every minute of it though I always went home looking like a vagabond. My laundry then was my mom's nightmare. HAHA. Everything was always black and dirty. Haha.

Anyhoo, I digress.

We practiced for a whole quarter. Tickets were sold out and we ended up having to do a couple of extra shows to cater to the crowd. (Surprising and thrilling at the same time.) Thing is, after our finale night performance, the Production Director, Janet Pillai, gave us all farewell cards. Mine said, "I'll always remember you. The *censored* girl with the permanent tilt." Haha. She was the first one to notice and tell me about it.

So, yeah... I've been told I have a natural tilt. (I finally got to the point of my story! Wheee!) I talk with my head senget, I take pictures with my head senget, and I laugh with my head senget. Dunno why also. Maybe I got lazy neck. Haha.

Anyhoo, this is my attempt at reversing the tilt.

I think a bit tak jadi. My neck looks like it's going to break and my head appears detached from my body. -_-' Fail. Wait. Maybe in normal colours it will look better. Hmmm...

Nope, still fail, still cacat.

Maybe that natural tilt is nature's way
of helping me look un-spastic. Better dun mess.


EDIT at 3:58AM on 22 August 2009: Eh, maybe the tilt is because of my left parting! More hair on my right so it's heavier on that side? Or maybe it's cos my would-be fringe falls to my right so I tilt my head that way to keep my hair out of my eyes and face. Hmmm. Possible. Highly possible...

To Fall Or Not To Fall – That Is The Question

Sometimes I wonder if my fear of falling in love
will eventually get in the way of me being in love.

Gotta Let It Out Sometime Or Another

WARNING: This post is not for the faint-hearted or weak-spirited. MAJOR (Bold, Italic, Underlined and CAPITALISED – don't mess, I mean business) pissy-girl rant ahead. Consider yourself forewarned.


I don't stress much
so stop stressing me out.

I compartmentalise well for a girl. That's why I don't stress about things as much as some other girlies I know do. My day at work may suck but when I'm finally at home, work's the last thing on my mind. So, STOP BRINGING IT UP! It doesn't console me one bit. In fact, it only makes work feel like potty paper stuck on my shoe that just refuses to lose itself. Start talking about how pathetic my work-life balance is or how pitiful my situation is, and you'd have officially ruined my time out of work and my day tomorrow.

I also don't stress about situations that cannot be turned around or about things I no longer have control over. Examples: (1) When I left my passport at home and realised it on my way to the airport, I was so matter-of-fact that the boys who were with me didn't take me seriously for awhile; (2) When my comp got stolen, I called my folks to notify them of the break-in and made a police report. No freaking out, no panicking, no fuss, zero drama – just the way I like it. A friend who was with me told me that he'd be freaking out already if he was in my position. Well, I'm not much of a freaker-outer so...

It would really help if you stopped stressing me out with mindless questions about the things you only perceive to be my problems based on what you read online. I blog my stresses away so I sleep soundly at night. That's why what you guys usually see are my rants. My AMPLIFIED rants, no less. That also means that when you bug me about my daily rants via SMS, phone or email (blog post comments are different – will explain later), you're REMINDING me of my stresses. Stop it. It's annoying as hell.

I don't need your help
so stop trying to play the hero.

I may be a single girl in a big city, but I've survived the city on my own for the past 8 years so I'm perfectly capable to taking care of myself – physically... and emotionally. Especially in the emotional department, in fact. If I do need your help, your ear, or your shoulder, you will hear from me. Otherwise, leave me alone.

I wasn't built with a need for emotional crutches (i.e. your counsel, sympathy or pity). Especially not from people whom I'm not close enough to or have no respect for. Thanks, but no thanks. Go cradle somebody else instead. I'll do just fine with my family, my partner (if I had one) and my small circle of friends whom I know will pick up should their phone go ringing.

I know exactly what I'm looking for in a partner
so if you think you'll be able to change my mind
about men and my ideals,
you're grossly mistaken.

I also know that in a day, a month or even half a year, I won't be able to tell if you're going to turn out to be him. I may make friends easily. But I don't fall in love quite as quickly. It takes longer than 6 months to build a solid friendship, what more a full-fledged 3D vision of the future with kids and white picket fences?

Plus, it takes a hell of a lot more that a few outings to know if you've got a friendship that won't burn if you melt it down with passion. One that you can then carefully mold into a relationship and fill with love. You see, I'm all for taking time to get to know potential partners better. In fact, I think that it's necessary. Especially with me. I knew my first love interest for 15 years before anything sparked and I knew my ex-boyfriend for 10 years before we got together. Think you'll be able to sweep me off my feet in just a couple of months? Think again.

Sure, it'd be nice to have someone along for the ride. But that doesn't mean I'm going to fall for every waiter I think is cute. (Go eat at Kim Gary Sunway Pyramid. Got one guy there quite hot. =p) Take it slow. Make it steady. Overnight romances aren't my thing. And for goodness sakes, if you find that I'm not responding well to your efforts, put your finger on the Pause button. Stop before I start running. And FYI, when I run, I (usually) never look back.

I need my space
so stop suffocating me.

Friends who've known me for awhile know that I go MIA sometimes. Not because I've chucked the friendship, mind you. If anything, I only put it in hibernation till the next time friendship Spring comes along. So, don't emo with me, drama with me or kick up a fuss when I fail to entertain. It'll only annoy me and cause me to want to throw away what we've got. This MIA-ness isn't personal. It isn't you. (Although sometimes, it is.) Just consider our Friendship Downtime a dependent variable to my Me Time.

I have no problems maintaining friendships that last a lifetime. I have a handful of such friendships and I treasure them. But I do have an issue with friendships that overwhelm. You see, I'm a girl who needs her space. I like hanging out, having fun and all that. But I also like a healthy amount of Me Time to recharge. So stop hounding me whether or not it's in person, online or over the phone. It suffocates me. Plus, the more you bug, the more I want to reach for a fly swatter.

My time is precious so stop making me
waste it on pointless nonsense.

I'd like to spend my time on things and people that make me happy. On things and people who will enrich my life. So if you're not going to make me a happier/better person, leave. If your SMS/chat message/PM/email is going to irritate me or cause me to frown, don't double click my name. And don't expect a reply. If your telephone conversation isn't going to put a smile on my face, don't call. I probably won't even pick up when I see your name flashing. I've had enough of people draining me of my joy.

It's time I invested in the right people. Because it's not always about me. It's about (some of) you, too. If you're someone I consider a friend, I'd like to spend whatever little leftover time from my miserable 24-hours on you. (If you have to ask if you're that person, you're probably not.) If you need me, you know I'll be there. No matter what. For now, and for always.

Friday, August 21, 2009

To Hell With This

It's Friday night.

I should be home, snuggled up in bed after a nice warm bath, my limbs tangled between the sheets, the aircon on, the lights down low, reading, watching GG on my lappie (refresher course before GG S03 hits the web – DUH!), listening to music, blog-hopping, sleeping – whatever. Just catching up on Me Time.

But I'm not.

I'm here. At the office. Doing work. Other people's work. Ugh. This is so not worth it. Not on a Friday night. Screw work. I'm leaving in five.

Random Misses

  1. My iPod, my music
  2. Dating – the In-A-Relationship kind
  3. :-*
  4. HH
  5. Hugs
  6. Piggyback rides
  7. Biting (other people's) knuckles
  8. Go-karting
  9. Weaving in and out of traffic
  10. Cheer dancing

Which One Rings Truer?

Out of sight, out of mind.


Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

The Most WTF-est Preview EVERRR!

The official announcement has been made!
Gossip Girl Season 3 premiers 14 September 2009.

Oh. Em. Gee.

I think my blood pressure just sky-rocketed
and heart just skipped a few trillion beats.

p/s: I didn't just say WTF, okayyy. GG (short for Gossip Girl lah) did. But I'm also GG – good girl. BWAHAHAHA. So funny, so funny! -_-'

Project 365: 20/08/2009 [O2 PLS]

This is me after dinner, at approximately 9:30PM.

Thoughtful bosses decided that we should save the environment by killing ourselves the air-conditioning system after "official" working hours. Mind you, that means involuntary death by suffocation, carbon dioxide poisoning and heat, no less. I think not enough Oxygen here by midnight also. Brain cannot function. That's why no ideas. HAHA.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Busting The Budget

No more than RM10.

RM70. Each. -_-'''

I ate:
2 baby bowls of fried rice
+ 2 parts of a roast chicken
+ 1 crab claw + 1/4 crab body
+ 1 butter prawn
+ 1/2 a mango
+ 1 slice of watermelon

Duh Roads ate:
2 baby bowls of fried rice
+ 2 parts of a roast chicken
+ 2 parts of crab
+ 2 butter prawns
+ 1/2 a mango
+ 3 slices of watermelon


That's a week's worth of dinners blown on one not-so-fancy semi-seafood dinner at Green View, PJ. Sakit. My purse is reeling from the blow. That's it lah. I'm going budget till the end of the month. Duh Roads is joining me. (She also kena tax. Haha. No escape.) So... don't ask me out. Unless makan's on you. Heh heh.

Pepper Makes You Sneeze, Salt Makes You Cry

First, them ad people messed up our emotions with Spike Jonze's IKEA "Lamp" commercial. For what? For money. And impressive sales numbers. And big ROIs. Now, they're doing it again... with salt shakers. Ugh, I feel so used. And manipulated.

AD CAMPAIGN: Knorr Sidekicks • DIRECTOR: David Hicks • PRODUCER: Rob Allan (Sons and Daughters) • CREATIVE AGENCY: DDB Canada • DIRECTOR OF PHOTOGRAPHY: Adam Marsden • EDITOR: Brian Williams (Panic and Bob) • VISUAL EFFECTS PRODUCER: Irene Payne (AXYZ FX) • ON-SET SUPERVISOR: Dave Giles • COLORIST: Bill Ferwerda (Notch) • MUSIC: How am I Supposed to Live Without You by Michael Bolton

Waaaa, emooo siiaaallll...

I was laughing and emo-ing throughout the ad. Haha. The music, the rain, the slow-mo walking with the "head" down. EMMMOOOOEEEE. Especially the salty tears part. HAHA. Totally heartbreaking. But I love it. Stupid ad people. Make me feel for stupid salt shaker. T_T

Project 365: 19/08/2009 [I Make Good Decisions]

When I'm able to decide, that is.


Today's Project 365 picha was a tough one to pick. After yesterday's good-girl look, I couldn't for the life of me decide if I should be good (again) or be bad mischievous. Nyeh heh heh. Ahh, decisions decisions. Life is tough. Ha. Ha. So after 5 minutes of staring at my own pictures – eee, narcissistic sial!!! – I thought, "Heck, why choose?? Pakai hentam bubuh dua-dua lah!"


Today's special bonus day on Tinki Talks
sempena the ongoing Project 365 series.

The Office was empty cos it was lunch hour.

I also don't know what I was doing so don't bother asking.

And surprise surprise! It's been 4 days into the new Project 365 plan and I've not slacked off! *bangga* This Photobooth-driven Project 365 thingy is totally working out. Good choice, Pam. Good choice.

*pats self on back*

Important Question Of The Day

Would you guys be willing to jump with me
if I start blogging on my own dot com?

If I Was A Mummy... kids would have flip switches
like these *points below* in their room(s).

Click here to view from source.

I think they're beyond cool.

You know, it's the little things like this that would totally propel me to the top of the "Cool Mom" list. One cute flip switch I'd beat all the other aunties and ayis to it by a mile. Heh. Why don't they sell stuff like this here??? How to be cool mom liddat??? Haiyo...


Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Sheer Awesomeness?

Was going through some of my links
and trackbacks when I discovered this:

Click here to view from source.

Haha. Now, will you look at that!
What a pleasant pre-bedtime surprise.
Makes the perfect ending to my day. =)

Well, this blogger (I'm just going to assume he/she's a 'her' cos of his/her style of writing so... her blog no name wan worrr) says, "Sheer awesomeness..." in her post but right now, I'm thinking, "Sheer AWWW-someness." Haha. (It's late lah. Forgive the homonym lameness can?? But lame also still make sense wat. Dun complain.)

So since I'd already found out about her post,
I had to say something, right? Must be polite a bit, right??

Click here to view from source.

Wonder if she'll (yes, I still think that he/she's a 'her') discover that comment or this post first. Haha. Anyhoo, since she says she's not earning from Nuffnang... (I think there should be a 'yet' somewhere. Faith the size of a mustard seed and all that, you know? =p)


Click on the image below
to make the girl a happy blogger.

There, I've done my part in making the world Cyberworld a better place. *beams* Time to head off to bed to catch Zs. OH-EM-GEE, CAN YOU BELIEVE I JUST SAID THAT??? It's only 2:13AM! Haha. I feel so... so... so... reformed! I totally deserve to be rewarded for this. Anyhoo, nights, guys! Catch ya tomorrow. =)

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Project 365: 18/08/2009 [Bringing Back The Good Girl With Good-Girl Hair]

Bright, non-dodgy-looking surroundings – CHECK! Thick, geeky glasses – CHECK! Innocent smile – CHECK! Good-girl hair – CHECK! Wondering why I'm going through all this trouble? Well, I figured I should at least try to redeem myself and restore my good-girl image after your response to this.

The Simplest Message Via The Longest Route

...or was it supposed to be the other way around?


Pam Song: *turns to didjital* Did you know that if your baby's mother gives...

didjital: *interrupts* Wait. My baby's mother? Means my wife lah, right?

Pam Song: Uh, right. So if your wife gives birth to your son or daughter...

didjital: *interrupts* Wait. Means my baby lah.

Pam Song: *blink blink* HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Ya hor! HAHAHAHAHA.

didjital: Why do you have to go one whole round?

Pam Song: Hahahaha. Dunno leh. (I pretend dunno only wan. Wanted to use up my daily word quota maaa. Sheesh. Liddat also dunno. Men! *shakes head*) I was going to say "your baby's mother gives birth to your son or daughter" summore. HAHAH.

didjital: Hahaha. Wtf. (Need to train this fella to censor a bit. Tsk tsk. Talking about baby summore. Haiyo! So tak halal.) So what did you want to say?

Pam Song: What I wanted to say was... if your baby is born big and long, he/she'll probably have a higher IQ compared to his/her smaller sized friends. (True wan! I read that here. Mrs Anoti agrees!)

didjital: Big. *cheeky look* Long. *stifles laugh* BWAHAHAHAHAHAH.

Pam Song: -_-''' That's a baby lah! Tontonan Umum a bit can???

Haha. I dunno why I like complicating things. =p


The learnings from today's conversation are:

1. Everything you learn in school is on loan. It goes back to the teachers when you leave. The 2 years spent taking my Diploma in Advertising + 2 years taking my Bachelor of Communications (Honours) Majoring in Persuasive Communications; Minoring in Management + 6 months of post-degree studies in Web Design, Graphic Design and Copywriting + 2.5 years of Copywriting experience has (apparently) thought me n-o-t-h-i-n-g about applying the KISS Principle in communication – BWAHAHAHA! Comm student fail. =p

(2) Godzilla was right. Size does matter. When it comes to babies in the womb, big is always better. Stretch marks can just close one eye lah. If husband complain, tell him next round, his turn. Heh.

Kuchi Rats In Tough Spots

If I don't have enough time, what should I do?
[A] Nothing
[B] Miss deadlines
[C] Do shoddy work
[D] Pray for divine intervention

I think I'd like to do A. And if things get really rough, I could probably work around B and C. But only cos Option 4 may take too long. =p

I like Dilbert. He's honest.

Google Knows My Heart

Found this quote sitting atop my Inbox
just a couple of minutes ago.


"The better I get to know men,
the more I find myself loving dogs."

– Charles de Gaulle


HAHA. True dat. =p


Communicators Should Know Their Audiences

Pam Song: *turns to didjital* Eh! I found out hor... *sudden pause* *frowns*

didjital: What??

Pam Song: Nothing. You got no hair. HAHA. *turns to Duh Roads* Eh! I found out hor, that on average, people have 6 bad hair days a month. (No kidding. Read it here.) That's 72 days a year, wei! Means that on average, we look like crap almost 20% of the time. -_-''' The numbers don't look good.

didjital: *interrupts* Eh, I have bad hair days also!

Pam Song: What bad hair? You got no hair lah. (If you dunno how he looks like, click here.)

didjital: GOT!

Pam Song: Please lah. You got more hair in your nose than on your head! (True ma. =p)

didjital: Wtf. (DJ talk no censor wan. -_-)

Pam Song: *turns to Duh Roads* True ma, right?? His nose hair longer than his head hair. *turns back to didjital* So paling-paling, you get bad nose-hair day. HAHA.

didjital: What you doing checking out my nose hair?? -_-'''

Pam Song: I don't. It's just that what I said makes perfect sense. That's what you get for engaging in conversation at 2AM. HAHA.

I think this is a sign that we should all go home.

Sam Tsui Does Michael Jackson Justice

This is definitely worth a watch.

Vocals: Sam Tsui | Arrangement/Production: Kurt Schneider

The human voice truly is a magical tool.

Post-Midnight Pains

Pam Song: *wails to nobody in particular* I can't do this anymoreeeee!!!

didjital: *in matter-of-fact manner* Join the dark side.

Pam Song: *also in matter-of-fact manner* Ok, what's the dark side?

didjital: *in super low, super buat-macho voice* JOBLESSSSSSS...

Pam Song: @_@

Pam Song/didjital/Duh Roads: BWAHAHAHAHAHA.

Monday, August 17, 2009

Social Media Revolution: Is Social Media A Fad?

Or is it the biggest shift
since the Industrial Revolution?

By 2010, Gen Y will outnumber the Baby Boomers. 96% of them have joined a social network.

Social media has overtaken porn as the #1 activity on the Web. 1 out of 8 couples married in the U.S. last year met via social media.

Years to reach 50 million users. Radio – 38 years. TV – 13 years. Internet – 4 years. iPod – 3 years. Facebook added 100 million users in less than 9 months. iPod application downloads hit 1 billion in 9 months.

If Facebook was a country, it would be the world's 4th largest (after China, India and the United States respectively). Yet, China's QZone is larger with over 300 million using its service.

2009 US Department of Education study revealed that on average, online students outperformed those receiving face-to-face instruction. 1 in 6 higher education students are enrolled in online curriculums. 80% of companies are using LinkedIn as their primary tool to find employees. The fastest growing segment on Facebook is 55-65-year-old females.

Ashton Kutcher and Ellen DeGeneres have more Twitter followers than the entire population of Ireland, Norway and Panama. 80% of Twitter usage is on mobile devices. People update anywhere, anytime. Imagine what that means for bad customer experiences.

Generation Y and Z consider e-mail passé. In 2009, Boston College stopped distributing e-mail addresses to incoming freshmen.

What happens in Vegas stays on Facebook/Twitter/Orkut/Bebo/Flickr/digg/myspace/YouTube. YouTube is the 2nd largest search engine in the world with > 100,000,000 videos.

Wiki is a Hawaiian term = Quick. Wikipedia has over 13 million articles. Studies show it's more accurate than Encyclopedia Britannica. 78% of these articles are non-English. If you were paid $1 for every time an article is posted on Wikipedia, you would earn $156.23 per hour.

There are over 200,000,000 blogs. 54% of bloggers post content or tweet daily. Word of mouth; world of mouth. 25% of search results for the world's top 20 largest brands are links to user-generated content. 34% of bloggers post opinions about products and brands. Do you like what they are saying about your brand? You better...

People care more about how their social graph ranks products and services than how Google ranks them. 78% of consumers trust peer recommendations. Only 14% trust advertisements.

Only 18% of traditional TV campaigns generate a positive ROI. 90% of people that can TiVo ads do. Hulu has grown from 63 million total streams in April 2008 to 373 million in April 2009. 70% to 18- to 34-year-olds have watched TV on the Web. Only 33% have ever viewed a show on DVR/TiVo. 25% of Americans in the past month said they watched a short video on their phone.

35% of book sales on Amazon are for the Kindle. 24 of the 25 largest newspapers are experiencing record declines in circulation. We no longer search for the news, the news finds us. In the near future, we will no longer search for products and services. They will find us via social media.

Social media isn't a fad. It's a fundamental shift in the way we communicate. More than 1.5 million pieces of content (weblinks, news stories, blog posts, notes, photos, etc.) are shared on Facebook daily.

"It's the economy, stupid."
James Carville, 1992

It's a people-driven economy, stupid."
Erik Qualman, 2009

Successful companies in social media act more like Dale Carnegie and less like David Ogilvy. (Though I still think that this man with the magic pen rocked socks.) Listening first, selling second. Successful companies in social media act more like party planners, aggregators and content providers than traditional advertisers.

Still think social media is a fad? Welcome to the world of Socialnomics™. Are you ready?

* This is the transcript for Social Media Revolution. FYI, minor grammatical changes were made. (SEE! I SO HARDWORKING!) I first watched the video here on [b]ecker's blog.


Welcome to the revolution.

Monday Blues... Like, Literally.

Shit, I look like a peasant girl. -_-'''

It's my first time wearing Maybelline New York's Lasting Drama Gel Liner in Blue (Limited Edition). Got itchy and bought it last Saturday night for RM39.90. The other colours on sale were Black and Brown. I have neither one of the two but it's okay. I'll live.

Actually, if you can get your hands on their other colours – blue, black and brown aside – you should. Because other markets (meaning, other countries) carry a couple of funkier colours like purple and green. Since I've already got purple (one of the perks of writing for the brand – tee hee), I'm now on the hunt for green (it's damn nice also but I don't have it... YET).

Will update if the hunt for
the green liner goes successfully.

*fingers crossed*

Project 365: 17/08/2009 [Back To Square One]

The b*tch is back!

I'm pleasantly surprised at how easy writing backwards is for me.

Monday, I mean. Not me. I'm nice. =)

Project 365: 16/08/2009 [The Sunday I OD-ed On Girly Time]

I liked my skin today.

Think I owe it to the 8 hours of
uninterrupted sleep I enjoyed last night. =D

Spent the day indulging in girly shopping, girly chatter, and talk of girly getaways. Nice! Who needs men when you've got girlfriends? =)

Project 365 Update

Okay, so here's the deal: I lost my comp, right? That also means that all my pictures from before are gone, bye-bye, sayonara, ciao. I've dealt with the loss, you should, too. So, let's all forget about those Project 365 days I owe you and move on.

*flashes killer I-can-get-away-with-anything smile*

So what I have to propose is this: We begin afresh from today. The difference is... I shall no longer take pictures of myself with the G1, the Omnia or the W810i. That means no real picture from real cameras. This time around, Project 365 will purely be the product of my MacBook Pro's Photobooth.

It's a simple matter of convenience for me actually, cos I've just recently discovered how easy it really is to snap, edit and publish without even having to transfer any photos anywhere. And greater convenience simply results in a higher chance of those Project 365 pictures seeing the light of day. (I'm lazy a genius!)

So, there ya have it.
The new Project 365 plan – REVEALED!

p/s: The first of the new wave of Photobooth Project 365 pictures will be published a little later tonight. Probably in an hour or two. I've already snapped it but I'd like to clean up and get comfy before I publish anything else so... check back later if you're still up and about. If not, there's always tomorrow. =)

Sunday, August 16, 2009

The What-Ifs That Matter

What if at some time in the past, you've said "no" to the person who could have been right for you? What if you dated and then left the one who could have turned out to be meant for you? What if you never gave The One his chance (or time enough) to become The One? Then you're pretty much screwed, right?

But on the flip-side...

What if you say "yes" to his advances, end up dating, stick and not leave, give him a chance to be The One, get engaged, get married... and then wake up one morning realising that you married the wrong man? Then you're screwed, too, no?

Ugh. Relationships are a landmine of what-ifs!

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No More

I ran out of Samantha Who? episodes. Shaits.
Anybody got anything else to recommend?

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Fair-Skin-itis Is A Terrible Disease

You can't live without sunblock so you go broke buying the good stuff – the stuff that work. The good, dermatologically tested ones that are are crazy expensive while the bad ones smell like crap, clog your pores and still leave your skin burning under the sun.

Scars and pimples show like you've got spotlights on them. Even tiny, microscopic ones that usually don't show on darker skintones. Well, too bad for people like me, they're a gazillion times more obvious on fair skin than on tanned skin. Boo hoo.

There's a high chance you'll get freckles (even if you don't do stuff that cause your skin to tan) and pigmentation a.k.a solar lentigo spots (uneven dark brown patches of skin that resemble freckles but are much larger in diameter) naturally becomes a BIG problem as your skin ages. In fact, age factors aside, these spots are most common in light skinned people and people who have trouble getting a tan. I fall into both categories. T_T

You'll never know how you'll look with a sexy, golden tan. Try getting that and you'll just burn and end up looking like a baked crab because fair skin rarely tans. It burns, turns red, hurts like your skin's on fire, and then it peels and you're back to square one.

Now, who wants fair skin?

Friday, August 14, 2009

Psst... It's 5:30PM!

Friday's almost over, guys! Time to party like it's Friday night! Woot woot! (Although it really will be Friday night in just a couple of hours. Haha.) Have fun, party people. I'm just going to grab a quick bite, go home, lather up for a good wash, come out clean and fragrant (mmm, peach and apricot body scrub!), then I'm gonna sit down and Samantha Who? my night away till I crash.

And preferably, all that happens
before 2AM. Haha. We'll see. =p

Monday Monday, Can't Trust That Day

Especially when Big Man Boss
suddenly gives you afternoon snacks.

Ball, banana and puff.


Haha. But suspicious or not, it's food.
Don't think so much. Whack only!

But camwhore first!

I chose the curry puff.

didjital went for the banana.

This picture damn tak halal. Haha.

Duh Roads was supposed to have the ball (there were three snacks and three of us ma) but she dunno diet or what, dun wanna eat. -_-' Not kiasu enough. No Penang training. Dunno that free stuff, whether full or not, ALWAYS have to eat. HAHA. =p

Check out didjital's gay hand. Haha. Pfee-wheet!

Merdeka! Inspired by didjital's standing pinkie.

Grabbing his own ass. Or wiping a soiled hand
on his jeans. Either way, yuck. =p

I don't know what we were doing here.

The end.


Ok, I lied. It's not really the end. Ha. Ha. Ha. I'm so funny. Here are some random Photobooth shots I took at the beginning of the day/week. In the morning, before my eyes opened up. Haha. Still bengkak kau kau from my lack of sleep the Sunday night before. =p


Need. To. Cover. Up!

Lame attempt but still...
better than nothing lah, I guess. =p

Ugh. Can't believe it's been a whole week since these pictures were taken, man. Only five days but these five days totally felt like they stretched on forever! -_-''' Thank goodness the weekend's here. =)

Google Strikes Again!

Who the heck is Hans Christian Ørsted lah?
Not that famous also. Cheh.

Betcha Can't Read This!

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p/s: Check back later if you want a HUGE tip to help you dissect this post. Will probably republish sometime after lunch. By 3PM or so. Till then, have a good Friday, y'all! One last lap and we're done! Woohoo!

EDIT at 2:39PM on 14 August 2009: Tip's there!

Took You Long Enough

I can't even begin to tell you
how happy I am that it's finally Friday.

I actually woke up with a smile! Haha.

This week just hasn't been kind to me lah. My hours were horrible! I probably got and average of 3 hours of sleep a night or something. But whatever lah. What's done is done. Am just glad today's the final lap. Because after this, I get to crash. And hibernate. Can't wait to get 8 hours of sleep to kill them hideous eyebags and dark rings.

Ok. Time to go to work. Last! Lap!

Today's Lunch Surprise

The Art Guy popped by! Wheee!

Guys, meet my favourite Art Director of them all. (And trust me, I've jammed brains with quite a few in the short time that I've been working. -_-') He's the one on the left smiling a pan-kiut smile who's not looking at the camera. Tee hee.

From Left to Right: The Art Guy, Yours Truly and...
uh, Balala minus his chin.

In his defence, he was driving. (Pfft. Actually, no excuse lah. Once a camwhore, always a camwhore, anytime, anywhere. Hoo-WAH!) But because of that, we decided to snap another picha. Mana tau...

Wth, lagi fail than before.

I can only see one Balala eye and nothing more. HAHA. Plus, Mr Once-Was-Botak (a.k.a. Balala) totally ruined my hair with his hair. -_- (Passing The Blame 101: Admit nothing, deny everything. It's Always Somebody Else's Fault. *grin*) That means...

More camwhoring! Haha.

For this last shot, we got Balala to snap the picture instead cos my arm was about to break already from trying to stretch it as far as possible from our faces. (I may have short hands but hey, at least they're proportionate.) The focus is soft but ahh, we look happy and that's all that matters. =)

The shot after Balala tried taking a picture of us while
the camera toward the lorry in front of us. HAHA.


BKT the weekend after next
like we planned, boys.
No aeroplane, okay?

Pam Song


EDIT at 4:15AM on 14 August 2009: Waaaiiittt aaaa seeecccoonndddd. *blink blink* OMG, I JUST REALISED THAT ALL THREE OF US HAVE DIMPLES!!! @_@ What are the odds of that!?

Breaking The Monotony

Today, I finally decided that I had enough.

I decided that I had to do something to make myself (genuinely) happy to be at work again. I had to do something that would remind me of the joy I used to find with every working day. I had to remind myself of how much I actually love doing what I do – dream up ideas (minus the sleep bit), create something out of nothing, execute the plan (meaning to sit down and write). And of how much I enjoy doing all I'm doing where I do it.

I've forgotten how much of a thrill it can be to get a new brief. How fun it can be to attempt to understand a new client and her market (overnight). How much fun it can be to tackle a tough proposition. How much fun it can be to tear into a new project. And how much fun it can be to play in a busy colleague's sandbox. Ahh, I've let the memories slip. And I've stupidly put off making new ones.

Time to have some fun at work.

I need a project. It's been too long since the last time I did something at work that didn't concern work. But then again, I also need it to be something I'd be able to finish working on in a short time. (Got work to do lah.) But it also has to be something that will not just be a pure waste of my time.

Then I found the perfect project to dive into.

You see, the flooring at this new building The Office moved into is crap. The cement seems to be disintegrating right beneath our feet and it keeps coming out in powdery chunks, leaving us with mini potholes where our chair wheels roll. -_-' The lot of us have been covering those unsightly holes for ages now with mounting boards but... hey, who's to say the mounting boards can't look pretty while they're being functional?

Here's my new project.


A Writer's Tiles

STUFF YOU'LL NEED (if you want to work on a similar project):
1. Mounting Boards (3 A2-sized boards)
2. Fabric Tape (Black, 2 rolls)
3. A4 Paper (18 sheets, 1-side print)
4. A whole bunch of quotes (18 advertising/writing quotes)
5. NT Cutter + Cutting Board
6. Metal ruler

First, grab your Mounting Boards.

I used recycled ones.
(Save the planet, rarr rarr rarr.)

Next, make sure you've got
enough Fabric Tape. I needed 2 rolls.

Fabric Tape in Black.

Tape the boards together in the following manner:

As you can see, I used the fabric tape to form grid lines on the mounting board. Actually hor, you don't have to do that if you don't want to lah. I only did it cos I was too lazy to measure the boards accurately before I started work. HAHA. That's why I needed the grids to show me how many quotes I'd need to prepare. Was working backwards. Go, me.

Cut out your 18 quotes (15cm x 15cm).

I was lazy so I resorted to cutting all 18 at one go. =p Did a pretty good job. Even if I do say so myself. Haha. Next, you'll wanna place those quotes within the grids and start fabric taping them down.

View from the right.

If you keep your grid lines straight and equally spaced,
it should look a little something like this.

View from the left.

Next, bring the boards to wherever you wanna have it lie and start sticking the sides down with fabric tape. (Again, keep your lines straight.) And there you have it – The Writer's Tiles... COMPLETED!


So easy hor? Quick and fun.

To give you an idea of how big these tiles are,
here's an in-situ picture of the project. =)

p/s: Will publish a complete list of the quotes tomorrow or something, okay? Can't do it now so STAY TUNED! You'll want to. They're pretty smart and most of them are pretty funny.