I was fifteen minutes early for my second interview with Boyd. As i entered a room full of chinese male workers in their late twenties, i swear i nearly had a nervous breakdown. Its a male dominating zone! I do not know if i could able to even survive the interview! Daniel assured me that everything's gonna be super fine while he happily called Malaysia's Vanessa Mae; Joanne for lunch.
11.30am sharp. My big boss Boyd is in his early forties and is not the common typical chinese guy with small eyes as i have imagined. Mix parentage, i assumed. Fairly strict yet flexible and smart is how i can described him.
"Are you single?"
"Yes, i am."
"No boyfriend(s)?"
"No."
Remembered what Daniel told me about Boyd last Friday; "He's a divorcee." Funny Daniel but of course Boyd meant commitment with work. After an hour and a half of Q&A sessions, he called Daniel to come over.
"So when you want Ibah to start?" and Daniel was all smiling and gave me a i-told-you-wink. As soon as i closed the door behind me, i screamed a silent yesssss and punched the air! I have a feeling that its gonna be an exciting job. My task includes creating visual concepts for events, presentations, assisting Daniel in managing the events; something i've never done before. I admit i am not a good organizer so hopefully my work will help me to overcome this one weakness and make me scrutinize every little detail of things in a whole different outlook. The best part of course when Boyd told me that he might even let me do freelance shoots with his clients and this means i get the chance to travel around and brush shoulder with some famous people!
As happy as i can be, to be frank i am quite edgy about this. Will i be able to handle such task and responsibility? Its been three years since i last had such apt exertion. Suddenly, i can hear Boyd's voice ringing in my ear "Daniel highly recommended you to me. He is a difficult man when it comes to work. So, i believe that you can really deliver."
Well, ib...never say never. Come what may, i'll face it and give it a shot! I didnt die after the Pentas Ikon Malaysia concert now did i?
I'm off to Ipoh for work comes Friday. I'm hoping for a good start. Will be back with lots of photos!
p/s thank you to all my dear dear friends! received tons of congrats, hugs and pats on the back. love you guys and gals a lot! *hugs* we'll celebrate once i get back!
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.pecha kucha hey!.
At the time of typing this in my lappy, its already 2.41am and i just got back home an hour earlier. The tabby kitties are all lying around me, sleeping. I cant think of a clever intro, most likely for the reason that half of my brain is already asleep but something is keeping me up here. Hmm.
Yesterday night was definitely fun! Thanks to my soon-to-be boss, Daniel who is more than kind enough to bring me to watch Pentas Ikon Malaysia in PICC. (hey, its not nice to say i'm mengampu here okay) But yea he was being such an all time sweetie by giving me a good front row seat while he sat at the back. (shall i repeat, its not nice to say i'm mengampu here). You people!
Was there with four of his clients and friends. Nice crowd with Daniel being the most jovial of all. The event wasnt that bad, with splendid performances by Reshmonu, Jac and grand piece by Datin Paduka Julie Sudiro. It was my first live tele-cast and without a doubt, it was an exciting exposure for me. The whole point of jumping right in when i was first offered with the VIP passes was to see if i could like the work that i'm going to do soon. I liked what i saw but its all still pretty much blurry. All i can say is that i'm looking forward for a change of air! Daniel had explained about the job scope and so far, i can sense its gonna be really interesting designing an event! As i said before, lets pray hard i'm gonna make it through the second interview comes Monday.
Yesterday night was definitely fun! Thanks to my soon-to-be boss, Daniel who is more than kind enough to bring me to watch Pentas Ikon Malaysia in PICC. (hey, its not nice to say i'm mengampu here okay) But yea he was being such an all time sweetie by giving me a good front row seat while he sat at the back. (shall i repeat, its not nice to say i'm mengampu here). You people!
Was there with four of his clients and friends. Nice crowd with Daniel being the most jovial of all. The event wasnt that bad, with splendid performances by Reshmonu, Jac and grand piece by Datin Paduka Julie Sudiro. It was my first live tele-cast and without a doubt, it was an exciting exposure for me. The whole point of jumping right in when i was first offered with the VIP passes was to see if i could like the work that i'm going to do soon. I liked what i saw but its all still pretty much blurry. All i can say is that i'm looking forward for a change of air! Daniel had explained about the job scope and so far, i can sense its gonna be really interesting designing an event! As i said before, lets pray hard i'm gonna make it through the second interview comes Monday.
vvvvvvv21 (sorry this isnt me typing but my kittie bubu. And another kittie is trying to bite my lappy now grr)
Today at work, everything was a breeze. I even had enough time to go for lunch and bermalas-malasan in the evening eating kuey tiao sup a colleague bought me. I took my own sweet time at about 6.30 pm to drive to Subang. Met up with Eka and Fatini before heading off to Avenue K to attend Pecha Kucha where Muid gave a talk and showcased DMP's work. Aha, another mini gathering for all of us. Pretty much everyone was there, designers from DMP and Flickr-ians. Three of us geared up with cameras and the next thing i know everybody turned into camwhores! Okay, maybe two guys turned into gay-sha. I'm not mentioning anyone's name 'ere. Blame the beautiful black backdrop!
We went for a quick dinner afterwards, (aint complete without one, yo!) with the rest of the DMP team; Perez and Shieko joining in. Later, made a pit-stop at Eka's for a catch-up. He's practising Bahasa Malaysia by responding to me in malay..*lol* how cute!But yea, he need to practice harder for the hundred bucks hehe. Aussie accent wont count obviously!
I guess we all had a long day and we really need our sleep. So I bid him good bye and good night and here i am back at home and beginning to get sleepy and lazy to think of anything sweet to end this entry. Krooooh.
Today at work, everything was a breeze. I even had enough time to go for lunch and bermalas-malasan in the evening eating kuey tiao sup a colleague bought me. I took my own sweet time at about 6.30 pm to drive to Subang. Met up with Eka and Fatini before heading off to Avenue K to attend Pecha Kucha where Muid gave a talk and showcased DMP's work. Aha, another mini gathering for all of us. Pretty much everyone was there, designers from DMP and Flickr-ians. Three of us geared up with cameras and the next thing i know everybody turned into camwhores! Okay, maybe two guys turned into gay-sha. I'm not mentioning anyone's name 'ere. Blame the beautiful black backdrop!
We went for a quick dinner afterwards, (aint complete without one, yo!) with the rest of the DMP team; Perez and Shieko joining in. Later, made a pit-stop at Eka's for a catch-up. He's practising Bahasa Malaysia by responding to me in malay..*lol* how cute!But yea, he need to practice harder for the hundred bucks hehe. Aussie accent wont count obviously!
I guess we all had a long day and we really need our sleep. So I bid him good bye and good night and here i am back at home and beginning to get sleepy and lazy to think of anything sweet to end this entry. Krooooh.
.wired and hired.
Yesterday was one of my bad day where everything went hay-wire. Was stuck with work until late evening. I knew it was going to be another crazy day without lunch again and yep, i was right. Had a hard time dealing with my client who is so clueless about everything. He wanted things to be done his way and neglect other important aspects.
Client: I just want it to look attractive and nice.
Me: Yes, i know sir but using internet photos for the banner is definitely not nice (gave him lengthy explanation)
Client: Its okay. Just use the photos i gave you.
Me: But..but..
Client: I just want it to look attractive and nice.
The cherry on top of my cake was the designer from China i had to work with - he doesnt speak any English. I had trouble listening, understanding and explaining! Moments like this are just way damn complicated. Oh well, if you cross the ocean, you gotta face 'em fishes so i see this more as a challenge. After work, rushing off to meet a friend in bangi for a quick catch up before heading back home. Luckily, i got Bo with me so i can transport myself from hell back to heaven easily. As i was reaching for house keys inside my newly bought bag ( :P ), i was greeted by two happy faces at the door. My nephews were waiting for me to play cards together.
I'm going for an event at the PICC tomorrow with my future boss; oh did i tell you that i went for an interview today? Twas a fun fun. Alhamdullilah, it went smoothly and i'm on for a second interview next thursday. There's, insya Allah, a big possibility that they are going to pick me. Its the kind of job opportunity i've been waiting for awhile. They are very supportive with my photography and freelance work. The best thing is perhaps that i can sense a fun and friendly environment within the company which is really important if i'm looking for a permanent job. Oh well, at least i like Daniel. Praying hard to get through the second round though!
Now if you would excuse me, I need to get back to my java chips and catch up with my friend.
Client: I just want it to look attractive and nice.
Me: Yes, i know sir but using internet photos for the banner is definitely not nice (gave him lengthy explanation)
Client: Its okay. Just use the photos i gave you.
Me: But..but..
Client: I just want it to look attractive and nice.
The cherry on top of my cake was the designer from China i had to work with - he doesnt speak any English. I had trouble listening, understanding and explaining! Moments like this are just way damn complicated. Oh well, if you cross the ocean, you gotta face 'em fishes so i see this more as a challenge. After work, rushing off to meet a friend in bangi for a quick catch up before heading back home. Luckily, i got Bo with me so i can transport myself from hell back to heaven easily. As i was reaching for house keys inside my newly bought bag ( :P ), i was greeted by two happy faces at the door. My nephews were waiting for me to play cards together.
I'm going for an event at the PICC tomorrow with my future boss; oh did i tell you that i went for an interview today? Twas a fun fun. Alhamdullilah, it went smoothly and i'm on for a second interview next thursday. There's, insya Allah, a big possibility that they are going to pick me. Its the kind of job opportunity i've been waiting for awhile. They are very supportive with my photography and freelance work. The best thing is perhaps that i can sense a fun and friendly environment within the company which is really important if i'm looking for a permanent job. Oh well, at least i like Daniel. Praying hard to get through the second round though!
Now if you would excuse me, I need to get back to my java chips and catch up with my friend.
.figuring figur8ight and the number 25.
The reason why i wanted to check out the figure8ight event last Saturday is because of Reza Salleh. I kid. Ermm maybe not. Okay, okay i kid. I was there in search for some ideas and just to have that nostalgic trip back to my older days of being younger. Yes, i miss being nineteen.
Yana and I was just in time for a free Junk T-shirt and mag. Mashing in to the counter,we managed to grab the freebies. Thank you, my dear zatyl. If it wasnt for you.
Its a fun event, I must say. A small but fiesty get together. CM Annexe, the small and not-so-safe place to accomodate a large crowd was packed with teens in 'double F'; funky and fashionable. These emo style obsessed kids made me feel old! Everyone was in pretty much the same haircut and accessories. But uhm twas a nice nice feeling to be surrounded by artsy tartsy designs from up on the wall to down on the floor. The warm fuzzy feeling i got was strikingly familiar. Yep, the design vibe. My head felt a sensational vibration as ideas smashing in into my brain.
Met three friendly indonesian art lovers who abundantly decided to go against the mainstream; dynna, luki and tania from Monik Clothing. They proudly owned the label Monik&Celtic. "Come to Bandung!" said Dynna. And after a good few minutes of chit-chat, laugh, envying her "3 hari untuk selamanya" notepad and taking pictures together, she really made us eager to go to Bandung and get intimate with their horse-y Jolly! I couldnt help but to admire their passion. Check out their cool design stuff here!
Yours truly also got herself a CD of the local band Hujan. Not that I fancy popping my cherry-ears to the sounds of young talented local bands (i'm 25 and ageing, sweetie) but hey if you are the only one who feel old amongst 153 restless crowds rocking in with the beat and there's not much you can do to hide your grey hair, you might as well join in the fun and sing along!
Sunday however snapped me back into reality. Was at Ira's for a stay-over. The three ageing and clueless laydees: Ira, Ayu and I headed down to the market to buy some groceries. Mission for the day: masak tomyam! I think, by the time we left the uncle jual sayur; half of the market knew we are going to cook tomyam. Auhuhuhuhu.
Its a miracle nobody burnt down the kitchen and the 'kiub pati ayam knorr' still not outdated. It has been forever since the last time i had a proper home cooked meal with the girls. Invited Azrul and Ayu's boyfriend Mus over (poor thing didnt know they were victims) and tralalalaa it was a great luncheon! Little that the gentlemen knew, while they were watching TV, Ira and I had a panic attack after tasting the why-this-taste-so-funny tomyam. Luckily nobody ends up rushing to the loo.
All in all, it was really fun. I am so overwhelmed :)
Yana and I was just in time for a free Junk T-shirt and mag. Mashing in to the counter,we managed to grab the freebies. Thank you, my dear zatyl. If it wasnt for you.
Its a fun event, I must say. A small but fiesty get together. CM Annexe, the small and not-so-safe place to accomodate a large crowd was packed with teens in 'double F'; funky and fashionable. These emo style obsessed kids made me feel old! Everyone was in pretty much the same haircut and accessories. But uhm twas a nice nice feeling to be surrounded by artsy tartsy designs from up on the wall to down on the floor. The warm fuzzy feeling i got was strikingly familiar. Yep, the design vibe. My head felt a sensational vibration as ideas smashing in into my brain.
Met three friendly indonesian art lovers who abundantly decided to go against the mainstream; dynna, luki and tania from Monik Clothing. They proudly owned the label Monik&Celtic. "Come to Bandung!" said Dynna. And after a good few minutes of chit-chat, laugh, envying her "3 hari untuk selamanya" notepad and taking pictures together, she really made us eager to go to Bandung and get intimate with their horse-y Jolly! I couldnt help but to admire their passion. Check out their cool design stuff here!
Yours truly also got herself a CD of the local band Hujan. Not that I fancy popping my cherry-ears to the sounds of young talented local bands (i'm 25 and ageing, sweetie) but hey if you are the only one who feel old amongst 153 restless crowds rocking in with the beat and there's not much you can do to hide your grey hair, you might as well join in the fun and sing along!
Sunday however snapped me back into reality. Was at Ira's for a stay-over. The three ageing and clueless laydees: Ira, Ayu and I headed down to the market to buy some groceries. Mission for the day: masak tomyam! I think, by the time we left the uncle jual sayur; half of the market knew we are going to cook tomyam. Auhuhuhuhu.
Its a miracle nobody burnt down the kitchen and the 'kiub pati ayam knorr' still not outdated. It has been forever since the last time i had a proper home cooked meal with the girls. Invited Azrul and Ayu's boyfriend Mus over (poor thing didnt know they were victims) and tralalalaa it was a great luncheon! Little that the gentlemen knew, while they were watching TV, Ira and I had a panic attack after tasting the why-this-taste-so-funny tomyam. Luckily nobody ends up rushing to the loo.
All in all, it was really fun. I am so overwhelmed :)
.ibah wants some cookies.
i'm running around, doing some freelance and meeting up friends...
in KL!
sushi yesterday, designing logos today, art event tomorrow and ocean's thirteen on monday.
ah :)
and yes, martin...you should come to KL and we WILL fall in love.
if you are not busy, though.
think, love is wasted a lot nowadays, people rushing over nothing and some waiting for the moon to fall.
whew.
all i want is a cup of hot chocolate and some cookies.
in KL!
sushi yesterday, designing logos today, art event tomorrow and ocean's thirteen on monday.
ah :)
and yes, martin...you should come to KL and we WILL fall in love.
if you are not busy, though.
think, love is wasted a lot nowadays, people rushing over nothing and some waiting for the moon to fall.
whew.
all i want is a cup of hot chocolate and some cookies.
.talk about love.
Wiping her tears and blowing her nose, my friend, in between sobs, asked: "What does he sees in that girl? Am i not pretty enough? Am i not smart enough? Tell me, do you think he dumped me because i'm fat?"
"No, i dont think thats the case." i answered, blithely.
"I cant believe he left me for that skanky skinny b***h! Tell me, ib, what do men want?"
Oh dear, even in my most vivid memories of having strings of relationships, i am still very much clueless to what men want as my friend whose eyes now look like its bloating out of its socket. Mind her, her boyfriend (or asshole as she coldly calls him) left her for a 22 year old skinny Uitm undergrad.
I dont mean to malign my female friend here; to be frank, she has my deepest sympathy, because truth is that to know what is going on inside a man's head is indeed hard-hitting. I, myself still looking for the right password to crack the code. My friend outburst earlier on what it meant to be a Malaysian woman in this 21st century: nothing is ever enough.
It is not enough to have a pretty face, she has to be a supermodel at that. It is not enough to be a miss smarty pants as she often quarrel with her ex over who's smarter. In additional, being the only daughter of a rich businessman, she gave him everything money can buy, only for him to exploits it all and scoots off to date a failing undergrad. Oh, and did i tell you that she's a great chef in the kitchen and such an all time sweetie? That too, according to the grapevine, is not enough.
A few days back I spent an evening with three guy friends. They share the same thing: rich and good-looking...and all three have Filipino as girlfriends. So, i asked "whats wrong with Malaysians?"
"They are bitches. They cheat. They're just after our money."
"So, the Filipino doesnt?" i wonder at their ridiculous logic.
They mumbled some stupid useless pieces of informations that i am more than willing not to hear.
I wonder what happen to love nowadays. Hell, in this harsh cruel world we live in now, what is love?
Think, people fell in love for different sets of reasons. It can be the looks, the brain, prospect, security. Some even choose to love blindly while others list out '99 list of Ideal Guy/Gal' to live by. Oh, dont ever ask me about my list. I have none. I leave it to my heart to decide when the right time comes. It sure knows better. For the time being, heart is on vacation and love still very much absent.
I like to think of myself as a bit old-fashioned. Instead of reading my suppose to be list of ideal boyfriend as a guideline (okay so i used to have one), i chunk it all away and fell in love for the tiny little details that my eyes could notice, say, the way he shake the salts off his fries, the way his eyes grow big when he eagerly tells me a joke he read online or when his ears turns red on a hot day and the list goes on.
But, you get what i mean, right? Besides, I cant read manuals.
So, if so and so says that i am with this guy because he is so and so and so or that i should be with that guy because according to their personal guides, it should be because he is so and so and so and that i am so and so and so that we so suit each other, well, its bonkers. Love isnt something you make up on your mind or what you plan on a piece of paper. It is something that you feel in your heart. Something that is real and you cant live without. If it happen for the wrong reason, say, because one wants to be a datin or because he is a genius that you just need to be with him to make you feel smart or simply because that you have this idea of liking guys wearing baju kotak-kotak you think you need to fell for the type, than i feel sorry for those who fell for the stupid ideas. They sure miss out a lot.
I fell in love with my goofy giant when he roars in the morning. And because he is so big he will knock all his stuff off on his way to the bathroom. He has a pet named 'monster' and sometimes goofy giant, monster and i will wrestle on the bed and laugh our heart out. Ah, lovely days they were. Goofy giant is my ex, mind you.
Love is simple. Only that we human sometimes sets hurdles and make matters worse. But its undeniable that with love comes other things as responsibility and expectations. Its up to us how to make it a happily ever after.
As for my friend, as much as she wants to weep and wail and whine,questioning every living details of what men want, i hope she will snap out of it soon, dust herself off, chin up and just get on with it. Life is so short to waste on such uncertainties.
A short poem, or haiku as the japanese calls it, by Kobayashi Issa:
Having slept,
the cat gets up, yawns,
goes out to make love.
If only love is as subtle and simple as haiku.
"No, i dont think thats the case." i answered, blithely.
"I cant believe he left me for that skanky skinny b***h! Tell me, ib, what do men want?"
Oh dear, even in my most vivid memories of having strings of relationships, i am still very much clueless to what men want as my friend whose eyes now look like its bloating out of its socket. Mind her, her boyfriend (or asshole as she coldly calls him) left her for a 22 year old skinny Uitm undergrad.
I dont mean to malign my female friend here; to be frank, she has my deepest sympathy, because truth is that to know what is going on inside a man's head is indeed hard-hitting. I, myself still looking for the right password to crack the code. My friend outburst earlier on what it meant to be a Malaysian woman in this 21st century: nothing is ever enough.
It is not enough to have a pretty face, she has to be a supermodel at that. It is not enough to be a miss smarty pants as she often quarrel with her ex over who's smarter. In additional, being the only daughter of a rich businessman, she gave him everything money can buy, only for him to exploits it all and scoots off to date a failing undergrad. Oh, and did i tell you that she's a great chef in the kitchen and such an all time sweetie? That too, according to the grapevine, is not enough.
A few days back I spent an evening with three guy friends. They share the same thing: rich and good-looking...and all three have Filipino as girlfriends. So, i asked "whats wrong with Malaysians?"
"They are bitches. They cheat. They're just after our money."
"So, the Filipino doesnt?" i wonder at their ridiculous logic.
They mumbled some stupid useless pieces of informations that i am more than willing not to hear.
I wonder what happen to love nowadays. Hell, in this harsh cruel world we live in now, what is love?
Think, people fell in love for different sets of reasons. It can be the looks, the brain, prospect, security. Some even choose to love blindly while others list out '99 list of Ideal Guy/Gal' to live by. Oh, dont ever ask me about my list. I have none. I leave it to my heart to decide when the right time comes. It sure knows better. For the time being, heart is on vacation and love still very much absent.
I like to think of myself as a bit old-fashioned. Instead of reading my suppose to be list of ideal boyfriend as a guideline (okay so i used to have one), i chunk it all away and fell in love for the tiny little details that my eyes could notice, say, the way he shake the salts off his fries, the way his eyes grow big when he eagerly tells me a joke he read online or when his ears turns red on a hot day and the list goes on.
But, you get what i mean, right? Besides, I cant read manuals.
So, if so and so says that i am with this guy because he is so and so and so or that i should be with that guy because according to their personal guides, it should be because he is so and so and so and that i am so and so and so that we so suit each other, well, its bonkers. Love isnt something you make up on your mind or what you plan on a piece of paper. It is something that you feel in your heart. Something that is real and you cant live without. If it happen for the wrong reason, say, because one wants to be a datin or because he is a genius that you just need to be with him to make you feel smart or simply because that you have this idea of liking guys wearing baju kotak-kotak you think you need to fell for the type, than i feel sorry for those who fell for the stupid ideas. They sure miss out a lot.
I fell in love with my goofy giant when he roars in the morning. And because he is so big he will knock all his stuff off on his way to the bathroom. He has a pet named 'monster' and sometimes goofy giant, monster and i will wrestle on the bed and laugh our heart out. Ah, lovely days they were. Goofy giant is my ex, mind you.
Love is simple. Only that we human sometimes sets hurdles and make matters worse. But its undeniable that with love comes other things as responsibility and expectations. Its up to us how to make it a happily ever after.
As for my friend, as much as she wants to weep and wail and whine,questioning every living details of what men want, i hope she will snap out of it soon, dust herself off, chin up and just get on with it. Life is so short to waste on such uncertainties.
A short poem, or haiku as the japanese calls it, by Kobayashi Issa:
Having slept,
the cat gets up, yawns,
goes out to make love.
If only love is as subtle and simple as haiku.
ooh.
i've watched all 22 episodes of Mind Your Language and now i have nothing better to watch on lappy!
this is...sad.
( i suppose by now, all of you notice that i am in desperate need of doing something useful. )
watched funny face starring Audrey Hepburn and Fred Astaire. I love the skinny pants she's wearing! Bought a pair at a very affordable price. Now...i have a few ideas for a new photography shoots. The colors, the skinny pants....hurmm...i can see something coming!
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