the king of pop is no more.

Michael truly is magic.
He has given us so much.
And we will remember him for that.

Michael. The Legend. Forever.
1958 - 2009

the ship better not sink

i could grow to like this. i really could.

i hope it lasts.. or maybe something better'll come along.

either way, i'll be adequately satisfied.

Amen.

--

My office reminds me of The Office.

Today, we did a photo shoot. I sat on the floor half the time. The other half, I was doing SMU jumps. I didn't get paid.

the 80s

the 80s must have rocked.

either that, or it's just my headphones.

but seriously.. check out the cool head-bobbing.
__
and to add to the previous post of amusing things that happened over the weekend:
- i had vodka forced down my throat about 7 times. NEAT. that much i remember.
- i found a receipt for a $250 bottle of whiskey in my wallet the day after. It seems I signed for it.
- i missed my appointment with the artist. despite looking forward to it for a full week.

I am going back to my only-one-beer-a-night clubbing days.

the 24th one

it's all rather amusing that:
- i had to wrestle with home-made steak over the weekend
- a friend thinks my ego is bigger than my sex-drive. and i have to agree.
- i lost my Blackberry at Attica
- i don't remember when/where/how i lost it
- the cops at Clarke Quay are quite useless
- the cleaner found the Blackberry and surrendered it to the management
- the management called MY MOM, of all the people in my address book, to return the phone
- my mom was exceptionally cool about it and decided to term Attica a "24hr shop" although she knew full well what it was. just so that i didn't feel uncomfortable. :D she really is the best.
- the club looked worse than a coffee-shop toilet on a Sunday evening, when I went back to claim the phone. dried puke and tissue everywhere. and this is supposed to be the place where trendy yuppies who want to be seen spend their nights in style.
- the club manager told me that the phone was lying on the floor in the open just outside Attica. and nobody stole it.
- there are messages on my phone that i don't remember sending or receiving.

still, i must thank everyone who wished me, met up with me, wanted to meet up with me, for helping to make the day a special one for me. especially if you did it despite knowing that i absolutely abhor birthdays. i truly appreciate it.

happy birthday to me.


keep running. cos that's what you do best.

the organizedly random statements

You know you need rest when you don't understand the double meanings behind "men suck", especially when you read that on a t-shirt at newurbanmale.

Everyone's flying. I wish end-August would come soon.

I want to start my own family soon. Cos the godson can't get any more adorable.

A wise gentleman recently told me that I shouldn't be bothered with where the wind blows from and just enjoy the coolness of the air.

A wise lady recently told me that I am not walking alone.

I generously spent over $700 at the PC fair. I am now in a state of denial and hope it lasts forever. Red is the new black.

I'm waiting for some exciting plans to materialize - yacht party, house party, binging competition. All 3 were planned on the same day.

I'm glad it happened, just like you. Pretty perplexed, but nonetheless glad. I also know for a fact that I handled it a lot better than you. And you can't deny that. I wasn't presumptuous, hysterical, insolent, arrogant (yes yes, buzzword these days) or impertinent. And that is why the chapter has already closed.

the rebound

High level meeting with the Head of Consumer Markets (HCM) and some other big shots commences. Intense discussion takes place. Only the big shots speak. The rest observe. HCM grills my boss, the Department Head (DH). It is a sad, sad meeting. Suddenly, without any warning...

HCM (looking in my direction): Are you guys on dope or something? What's your opinion?

HCM glares at poor me, the 1-month old intern.

Melvin (mumbling): Well...erm...I do understand what's going on

HCM: And?

Melvin (kicking himself for not paying attention): Well... [blink blink]

Meeting drags on for another 20 minutes before HCM concludes the meeting abruptly and storms out without any goodbyes. Pin drop silence follows. My usually jovial boss is unusually stressed out.

DH (forcing on a tired smile): Any thoughts? Comments?

Melvin (trying to sound confident): Well.. I felt...blah blah blah... so we should.. blah blah blah.. and that should work.

DH: Why didn't you say that earlier when he (HCM) was around?? You looked like you were about to.

Melvin (not sounding so confident anymore): Ah.. that was because...[blink blink]


And that's how my Tuesday evening at office ended.
---

Wednesday and Thursday, on the other hand, were markedly different. Significant merchant deals inked. Jobscope expansion. A decent meeting with DH I had actually prepared for and so was able to contribute meaningfully to.

LIFE TRULY IS A ROLLER-COASTER RIDE.

the blurt

So I have a horrendous experience with a merchant today. Waste my time attending the off-site discussion. And the 2-way cab fare. So when I get back to the office, I slam my file down on the desk and exclaim to the rest of the team... "STUPID INDIANS!!!"

They stare at me for a moment. before one of them says.... "identity crisis?"

Citigroup's off the Dow. Ironically, Travelers' taken its place. A sad case of the servant becoming the master?

I wish I could just sleep the rest of the week away.

the stench of cats

I found out that there's a club that doesn't close even at 8am. Indians definitely club the HARDEST. Unfortunately, 10 hours of drinking/partying is about all that I can handle. Age is getting to me.

Acid Bar reminds me of New York. No, I haven't been to the Big Apple yet. But I've watched F.R.I.E.N.D.S. before. And the girl performing at Acid reminded me of Phoebe Buffet for some reason. I'm definitely asking her to perform Smelly Cats the next time I head down to that dazzlingly gorgeous place.

My self-proclaimed godson hid my mobile phone cover the other day. After engaging the help of his family and the two helpers to ransack the living room, we finally found it in his toy chest. Nothing melts your heart faster than a 2 year old giving you the guilty look.

I thought I had forgotten how to become sad. Now I know I haven't. It's a nice feeling. A nice, forgotten feeling.

I think it is very odd that you can't remove pending friend requests on facebook.