The journey so far

Thus the journey
I lead is tedious
like an unkempt garden
a wayward thought…
lest in detest otherwise..
I shall keep upon the path
be it a rowdy one..
or a delightful one (like eating a Turkish delight)
I shall move on as long as the sun may rise..

The Lord is my light
my walking stick
my teacher
my guide
my strength

In hope that one day I will reach the eternal kingdom
where my journey will end
and a new one begins..

It’s been long. I thought I’d never come back here. It’s weird. I finally completed my college course. Diploma in Mass Communications. Praise the Lord indeed, praise the Good St. Anne. Praise God in heaven and all the angels and saints. I have arrived at one of my desired destinations.

My convocation is in August 25th 2007 and I’m so excited. So much has happened. And some I will say without consideration that it was unpleasant like eating medicine.

I finally got my ps2 and I got a Nici Stuffed animal. Happiness:).

Now. They say your first job is very important. Is that true? Let me tell you it was no walk in the park.

In fact it was a total fiasco. I gotta say I didn’t expect the woman tyrant to hire me. Now it was in the papers and it said “Immediate vacancy” it was for a publishing house. I figured okay..just go to the interview. Fine. Boy was I in for it. First of all I spent like what seemed to be 4-5 hours waiting. yes that was for waiting. So while waiting we had to fill in a form. Right. So I did. THEN we had a test. Oh my god a test? one question was based on creativity ..and another based on business.

Anyway it was a bad bad decision. She actually hired me on the spot. Which was very very surprising. and at a good pay too. Well there’s a saying that goes like “Nothing comes without a price..”

Or somewhat.

And it’s quite true. So the first day was fine. I left about 7 something. Then later on, it became later and later and LATER. And the work became even more hectic and beyond human capacity. Much less than sense and toleration level. The wonder she was paying so high. So we could deal with her bitchy attitude and the craziness of the staff.

Let me explain.

First there was a stupid ass fuck ex teacher who can’t get her head on straight. One might think she was experiencing menopause or perhaps a brain disease. Or both. Then there is a very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, OBESE man. Just looking at him would give you arthritis, blood pressure and a heart attack- all of which I am sure he was liable of getting.

Then..there was that ridiculous need for daily meetings. Lord almighty..I thought it was insane. Unreasonable. Then. There was her stupid retard party with her (I have pity on them) kids. It seemed that she wanted to pinch money so it was an open house cum birthday party for her off spring son.

Now. For most people they might ( I suppose) have more tolerance than me. But I am a very frank person. Very frank indeed. The OBESE man started to come strongly on me. I could have made a police report and snag his sorry balless and dickless ass.

He must be one sorry son of a bitch because he must have been hitting on every new girl that came in the office. Lord almighty. Truly.

So anyway at first I thought he was being funny. So I didn’t mind but then he started to sexually harass me.

Then if that wasn’t enough they have fucking cameras everywhere.

and if that wasn’t enough…no messenger!

Creative field indeed. Stunted more like.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

No wonder(According to an inside source) that people there kept leaving and new people come in unbenknowst to this untimely fate.

I would have to say that it made me stress and gave me skin irritation. I kept feeling depress and that wasn’t very good.

Rm 1500 for that kind of fuck shit? I beg to differ.

So I quit. That must have blown her fuck ass off.

Even a new person who came after me left. She has no ethic at all. Much as she wants to TELL the world she does- Denial is a sad disease- which she obviously has inherited.

Yeah, I am sure she tells herself she’s some beauty queen. Please. I’d rather vote Paris Hilton over you.

Yes Paris Hilton.

That blonde.

Now it was depressing. Very depressing.

It’s not like I didn’t TRY to like it. But that company made me stay till late at night EVERY day! And they had unnecessary meetings. God even when you’re not involved. I don’t see what a 3 hour meeting would achieve. except a total waste of time and it really makes us slow down on production level. It makes us finish our work late you dumb asshole. And what’s more you had to actually ask permission to leave. Like a fucking school. Damnation on them.

So I was depressed. Really. Eczema reacted and that was just the start. I kept feeling like a loser. It was the last straw. I already decided to quit. Despite the fact that I have been applying for jobs I still had to wait. But being in that hell hole while waiting? It’s not like I didn’t want to stay there. I just could not handle it. It’s just not the kind of writing I want to do. I want to do interesting stuff like the kind I interned for . Features. Or something interesting. Not stupid business magazines or high society muffin headed magazines. It was just too much. Plus that stupid Obese man was so ‘perasan’ and kept sexually harassing me. He’s just lucky I didn’t report his retarded ass.

Wow that felt good just venting…

so after quitting…

I was sad for months.

A nice friend took me to a very amazingly understanding and warm hearted priest who prayed for me. She spoke to me. She understood. She cared. I was never embraced by such a warm hearted person. Aside from my fav aunt, cousins and occasionally good friends whom in few numbers out grows in their qualities. took a while for me to find a new job, but I damn well did. It was in God’s grace. I am sure He has plans. I mean it’s not an ideal whoo-hoo job..but it’ll do as an experience level till something more ideal comes along.

I think it was a good experience..because that ultimate fiasco taught me not to care so much about other people. Priority number one is ME. That’s right.

And a healthy dose of Baz Luhrman’s “Everybody’s Free to wear sunscreen” and some psychology magazines and journals don’t harm either.

It’s a decent job I’m in right now— most of the people here are really friendly..and the boss is quite decent too. So yeah.

It’s a stepping stone. Where ever I go from here is in the hands of the Lord.

I will try to get up here more often.

In other news….

I got my hands on a very good book on copywriting. – Try Joseph Sugarman. He’s a good author and he sure knows his stuff.

Birthday is coming. I’m planning to get a new mobile phone. AWesome right?


Oh Order of the Phoenix-the movie was a bit of a disappointment. Amongst other things..I went to see it with an old college mate. Seeing Snape and Lucius was worth it. You know the most interesting woman in the movie was Tonks.

Oh oh I got Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows for Rm69.90

I think that brawl over the four bookstores is very unprofessional and immature. So ..your marketing strategist has the brain the size of a pea. Can’t help it if hypermarkets are trying to gain customers old and new for loyalty and also to gain identification. Good for them I say!!!

Shame on those guys who was boycotting innocent buyers. Maybe next time you’ll hire a more reliable and qualified market strategist/media planner/PR/whatever to handle the promotion of your company. Remember you morons, you’re there to make sure customers love your prices..and well stocked books.

Don’t blame it on some stupid little CREATIVE idea that hypermarkets have come up with. Sheesh…and don’t put the consumers group or whatever govt. group that involves with consumers and buying in this.

You only have yourself to blame.

Lesson learned,then?

I am currently developing some creative concepts/ Big ideas for RHB/or maybe Unitar..awesome right?!

This is your local trainee copywriter saying

Do what Walt Disney said and Move forward!

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