Hooters is advertising for girls! But guys, don’t get your hopes up ( or anything else for that matter). The closest one is in Singapore. According to the newspaper ad a Hooters girl will earn S$1600 (that’s RM3500) and “other benefits”
All she needs to be is pleasant looking and be service oriented. And no experience needed.
Oddly it did not specify cup size.
Thursday, September 08, 2005
Boo Hoo Hoo
No matter what people say about the BBC radio, I think it is absolutely fab.
Last night I tuned in to a lovely story entitled Theo.
It tells the absolutely riveting tale of a 20th century bear Cinnamon bear. Harrods bought by a very insistent 7-year-old, the b ear reminisces of its many masters’ and mistresses’ trials and tribulations, as well as its’ own joys and heartbreak.
You will never forget your first love and that includes bears.
Oh woe, how I have abandoned my Boo bear. You can see his ears from my profile picture. On the left. He is my first real bear, gifted to me my brother who bought it with his saved up school pocket money. It was a lot of money for that kid.
Time to get Boo washed and returned to my bedside.
Last night I tuned in to a lovely story entitled Theo.
It tells the absolutely riveting tale of a 20th century bear Cinnamon bear. Harrods bought by a very insistent 7-year-old, the b ear reminisces of its many masters’ and mistresses’ trials and tribulations, as well as its’ own joys and heartbreak.
You will never forget your first love and that includes bears.
Oh woe, how I have abandoned my Boo bear. You can see his ears from my profile picture. On the left. He is my first real bear, gifted to me my brother who bought it with his saved up school pocket money. It was a lot of money for that kid.
Time to get Boo washed and returned to my bedside.
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Bangers and Mash
‘Tis was a working weekend for me. The company had a fashion show/product launch/cocktail party.
Adamant that I am not going to waste more money by buying another frivolous frock, I wore my dress from my uni prom.
Felt like a blinking pork sausage the whole night.
Good thing it was an evening event and God bless scarves.
I had to PR the media and got to know a very pleasant Japanese editor. Okay, so he’s very cute. Very charming. Sweetheart material. He even taught Japanese in India before coming here to write. Of course I learnt all this in casual conversation. It was all work, you must understand.
Then I got high on three glasses of wine, and 2 gin cocktails before the fashion show started. Things started getting so much better after that.
Heck the products but I remember two male models on the catwalk. One looking like Brad Pitt and the other with a face like that squeaky clean mounty from the Canadian TV series Due South. Did I swoon? Yes. Did I grovel and beg to follow them home? No.
There was already a queue for that.
Not as disagreeable as I thought it would be. I was expecting to greet Kee Hua Chee. I think in my stupor, I may have found him interesting. Of course when sober, he scares the heck out of me.
Adamant that I am not going to waste more money by buying another frivolous frock, I wore my dress from my uni prom.
Felt like a blinking pork sausage the whole night.
Good thing it was an evening event and God bless scarves.
I had to PR the media and got to know a very pleasant Japanese editor. Okay, so he’s very cute. Very charming. Sweetheart material. He even taught Japanese in India before coming here to write. Of course I learnt all this in casual conversation. It was all work, you must understand.
Then I got high on three glasses of wine, and 2 gin cocktails before the fashion show started. Things started getting so much better after that.
Heck the products but I remember two male models on the catwalk. One looking like Brad Pitt and the other with a face like that squeaky clean mounty from the Canadian TV series Due South. Did I swoon? Yes. Did I grovel and beg to follow them home? No.
There was already a queue for that.
Not as disagreeable as I thought it would be. I was expecting to greet Kee Hua Chee. I think in my stupor, I may have found him interesting. Of course when sober, he scares the heck out of me.
Sunday, September 04, 2005
Bane of the Creatives
Here is an example of my typical day, which is also shared by my corporate graphics team. We all service internal clients, but my wrath is mostly directed to the promo manager.
1. Promo Manager has hare-brained idea.
2. Conveys strict instructions, in cold-no negotiations-bullet points, on how to deliver message.
3. I am given 8 hours to come up with titillating copy that would shame Neil French
4. I email copy to my boss who tunes it down to fit corporate identity
5. Promo Manager stomps to my table and tell me how my copy needs a rewrite
6. I beg another advance from the Devil to whom I sold my soul to when I joined the company.
7. Rewritten copy is delivered to Promo manager
8. Promo manager forwards copy to Big Honcho Creative Director for vetting
9. Big Honcho Creative Director rewrites the copy completely as original brief completely missed the point.
10. Promo Manager ecstatic, Creative Director thinks I am an imbecile and I lost more years of my life than I care count.
1. Promo Manager has hare-brained idea.
2. Conveys strict instructions, in cold-no negotiations-bullet points, on how to deliver message.
3. I am given 8 hours to come up with titillating copy that would shame Neil French
4. I email copy to my boss who tunes it down to fit corporate identity
5. Promo Manager stomps to my table and tell me how my copy needs a rewrite
6. I beg another advance from the Devil to whom I sold my soul to when I joined the company.
7. Rewritten copy is delivered to Promo manager
8. Promo manager forwards copy to Big Honcho Creative Director for vetting
9. Big Honcho Creative Director rewrites the copy completely as original brief completely missed the point.
10. Promo Manager ecstatic, Creative Director thinks I am an imbecile and I lost more years of my life than I care count.
Saturday, August 27, 2005
43 things
Spending a lot of time on 43Things. It chronicles things and goals you want to achieve.
I have added it to my blog. See left.
They even have 43 places, the destinations that you wanna go.
Pretty cool.
I have added it to my blog. See left.
They even have 43 places, the destinations that you wanna go.
Pretty cool.
Thursday, August 25, 2005
Thou shalt not
Today I made up my mind that I would not complain.
Plus I decided that I do not owe the world an explanation for everything I do.
My, it has been a very quiet day.
Plus I decided that I do not owe the world an explanation for everything I do.
My, it has been a very quiet day.
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
Claustrophobia
Life is what you make out of it, K says. I think he is fed up with me being so miserable everyday.
Mulling in the office, I swear the walls are closing in. Surrounded by folders, scheming office politicians and paper high risers everywhere, I wonder how the heck am I going to break free from this prison of my own making. It is not as if I know what I want to do with my life anyway.
See how I effortlessly turn into an urban Morticia without even trying? I used to go to school with this girl called Joyce who, like her name is so bright and positive and chirpy, it irritated the hell out of me. Of course I didn’t mean to. It’s the ying and yang of things.
Some people are happy, some people are dead.
Choy choy, 8th month, must be respectful of the departed. The Chinese believe that the 8th month of the Chinese calendar corresponds to the Hungry Ghost Month. It’s when the gates of purgatory are opened and the spirits roam the earth for one month before returning to their prisons for another year.
On another note, I really think a dog will do wonders to my life. How can anyone be glum with a dog? Yet dogs don’t really fancy me. They usually don’t give me the time of day. My brother’s ex dog even buried a chew toy under my butt for safekeeping, that stupid mutt.
Mulling in the office, I swear the walls are closing in. Surrounded by folders, scheming office politicians and paper high risers everywhere, I wonder how the heck am I going to break free from this prison of my own making. It is not as if I know what I want to do with my life anyway.
See how I effortlessly turn into an urban Morticia without even trying? I used to go to school with this girl called Joyce who, like her name is so bright and positive and chirpy, it irritated the hell out of me. Of course I didn’t mean to. It’s the ying and yang of things.
Some people are happy, some people are dead.
Choy choy, 8th month, must be respectful of the departed. The Chinese believe that the 8th month of the Chinese calendar corresponds to the Hungry Ghost Month. It’s when the gates of purgatory are opened and the spirits roam the earth for one month before returning to their prisons for another year.
On another note, I really think a dog will do wonders to my life. How can anyone be glum with a dog? Yet dogs don’t really fancy me. They usually don’t give me the time of day. My brother’s ex dog even buried a chew toy under my butt for safekeeping, that stupid mutt.
Monday, August 22, 2005
Like sands through the hourglass
Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives.
I met up with a long time friend today. I have not seen her in 5 long years. She is the same bubbly young lady I knew from way back when. Aw man, saying that has just condemned me to acknowledging that I am indeed, old.
Shuck, I am turning 30 soon and I am as ready for that as a trip to a trainee neurosurgeon. Was it really 5 years ago that I was making eyes at my EU tutor and rolling the same ones during Feldman's lectures. I recall a mate doodling a criss-crossed pancake on my notes. Waffling, it was. Seriously, this lecturer can make a rock get up and scream from sheer boredom.
I was a geek extraordinare then. Chunky shoes, second hand jumpers, cold packed toast and quick lunches at the law faculty foyer as we were too poor to have lunch at the cafeteria. I sure have stories of suffering to bestow to my kids/grandkids/pets. Of course it would not serve any purpose in mentioning the plays at the Royal Shakespere Theather and trips to Europe.
With my rose-tinted glasses on, I raise my teacup and say a cheery 'hurrah' to life in Britain. My memories there have mostly been pleasant ones. And meeting Adeline again brought back bright warm memories of hot air baloons and pancake parties and trips around Hull in a Granny-mobile.
I met up with a long time friend today. I have not seen her in 5 long years. She is the same bubbly young lady I knew from way back when. Aw man, saying that has just condemned me to acknowledging that I am indeed, old.
Shuck, I am turning 30 soon and I am as ready for that as a trip to a trainee neurosurgeon. Was it really 5 years ago that I was making eyes at my EU tutor and rolling the same ones during Feldman's lectures. I recall a mate doodling a criss-crossed pancake on my notes. Waffling, it was. Seriously, this lecturer can make a rock get up and scream from sheer boredom.
I was a geek extraordinare then. Chunky shoes, second hand jumpers, cold packed toast and quick lunches at the law faculty foyer as we were too poor to have lunch at the cafeteria. I sure have stories of suffering to bestow to my kids/grandkids/pets. Of course it would not serve any purpose in mentioning the plays at the Royal Shakespere Theather and trips to Europe.
With my rose-tinted glasses on, I raise my teacup and say a cheery 'hurrah' to life in Britain. My memories there have mostly been pleasant ones. And meeting Adeline again brought back bright warm memories of hot air baloons and pancake parties and trips around Hull in a Granny-mobile.
Only Nik Aziz
Taken from Berita Minggu, 21 August 2005
KOTA BHARU: Isteri diminta turut memikirkan masalah anak dara lanjut usia dan masih belum berkahwin yang jumlahnya semakin ramai di negara ini dengan tidak menyekat hasrat suami mereka untuk berpoligami.
Menteri Besar Kelantan, Datuk Nik Abdul Aziz Nik Mat, berkata isteri tidak seharusnya menyekat dan bertindak ganas terhadap suami yang berhasrat berpoligami, asalkan suami berkemampuan berbuat demikian.
"Sekiranya si isteri sendiri tahu suaminya mempunyai bakat untuk berkahwin lebih daripada satu... tiba-tiba dia bertindak ganas, sedangkan mereka berhak.
"Cubalah fikir pula bagaimana keadaan perempuan anak dara tua tak dapat suami sampai mati... sedangkan ada orang nak pada dia dan isteri pula perlu beri ruang selepas dia tahu suaminya mempunyai kebolehan.
"Benda ni benda lama, yang tak selesai sekiranya manusia hanya jaga nafsu dia saja... tapi tak jaga nafsu orang lain sama," katanya kepada pemberita selepas merasmikan majlis Muafakat Bersama Rakyat anjuran Majlis Perbandaran Kota Bharu (MPKB) di Perumahan Jalan Padang Tembak, dekat sini, semalam.
Nik Abdul Aziz diminta mengulas kejadian seorang suami cedera disimbah dengan cuka getah dipercayai isterinya kerana berhasrat ingin berkahwin dua di Tanah Merah, baru-baru ini.
Nik Abdul Aziz berkata, isteri perlu juga memikirkan nasib masa depan lebih ramai wanita yang bakal menjadi anak dara tua, kerana tidak dijadikan isteri oleh lelaki yang berkemampuan.
Katanya, Islam tidak menghalang umatnya daripada berkahwin lebih daripada satu atau berpoligami, asalkan mereka cukup syarat ditetapkan agama.
"Mereka tidak harus menyekat suami mereka berbuat demikian, apatah lagi bertindak ganas terhadap mereka yang berhasrat berpoligami,"
COMMENT: What exactly amounts to 'mempunyai bakat' hm? I am rooting for the woman who simbah-ed the cuka.
KOTA BHARU: Isteri diminta turut memikirkan masalah anak dara lanjut usia dan masih belum berkahwin yang jumlahnya semakin ramai di negara ini dengan tidak menyekat hasrat suami mereka untuk berpoligami.
Menteri Besar Kelantan, Datuk Nik Abdul Aziz Nik Mat, berkata isteri tidak seharusnya menyekat dan bertindak ganas terhadap suami yang berhasrat berpoligami, asalkan suami berkemampuan berbuat demikian.
"Sekiranya si isteri sendiri tahu suaminya mempunyai bakat untuk berkahwin lebih daripada satu... tiba-tiba dia bertindak ganas, sedangkan mereka berhak.
"Cubalah fikir pula bagaimana keadaan perempuan anak dara tua tak dapat suami sampai mati... sedangkan ada orang nak pada dia dan isteri pula perlu beri ruang selepas dia tahu suaminya mempunyai kebolehan.
"Benda ni benda lama, yang tak selesai sekiranya manusia hanya jaga nafsu dia saja... tapi tak jaga nafsu orang lain sama," katanya kepada pemberita selepas merasmikan majlis Muafakat Bersama Rakyat anjuran Majlis Perbandaran Kota Bharu (MPKB) di Perumahan Jalan Padang Tembak, dekat sini, semalam.
Nik Abdul Aziz diminta mengulas kejadian seorang suami cedera disimbah dengan cuka getah dipercayai isterinya kerana berhasrat ingin berkahwin dua di Tanah Merah, baru-baru ini.
Nik Abdul Aziz berkata, isteri perlu juga memikirkan nasib masa depan lebih ramai wanita yang bakal menjadi anak dara tua, kerana tidak dijadikan isteri oleh lelaki yang berkemampuan.
Katanya, Islam tidak menghalang umatnya daripada berkahwin lebih daripada satu atau berpoligami, asalkan mereka cukup syarat ditetapkan agama.
"Mereka tidak harus menyekat suami mereka berbuat demikian, apatah lagi bertindak ganas terhadap mereka yang berhasrat berpoligami,"
COMMENT: What exactly amounts to 'mempunyai bakat' hm? I am rooting for the woman who simbah-ed the cuka.
Friday, August 19, 2005
Graduation
I have not left my blog for dead yet.
It is not to say that my little universe hasn't been sprialling out of control(again).
For one, my brother has graduated. As his graduation was in Malacca, the family enjoyed a nice long break there. We hardly had a war of words at all, which suprised me to no end. Perhaps it helped that it was my dad who drove and I was the map-brandishing navigator. Any other combination with my brother thrown in would have resulted in somebody walking back to KL.
Food was great. There is this quaint Perakanan restaurant by the name of Nancy's Kitchen which serves lovely food and nyonya kuih. There is this awesome dish that has a layer of pulut tai tai at the bottom and a top consisting of the green pandan jelly of kuih talam, minus the santan. Nice. Must try their mutton and pork curry puffs the next tme I get myself there.
My only regret is not being able to have my roti john in Klebang. It is just a super oily toasted sardine sandwich but I assure you it's food of the gods. I was at Klebang with a group of friends about a year ago and it was there that I got the name of this blog. Just because I had whacked full servings of chicken rice, bread, satay celup, chendol, muah chee, putu piring and still has room to polish off the roti john is no reason to call me monster.
Okay, maybe it is.
My brother was required to be at the Hall by 7.30 am. We were by 6.30. But we weren't the only kiasu people around as there were people there even before us. Made us feel better that.
So while my parents were given the honour to sit in an air-conditioned hall I was stationed under a pink tent in the lawn accompanied by TV screens with live feeds. What made it bad were these people who were sitting next to me who regarded the graduation as a family picnic. In their supermarket plastic bags, they brought a giant tupperware of cake, a big tin of jacob's cream crackers, pickled mango and bottles of water. And worse, they refused to shut up. Criticising every thing from other graduates and their course, to the chancelor, to the how it was different when THEY were graduating, man, this family of newts had to run everything down.
Sometimes education is wasted on the world's biggest idiots.
Anyway, the ceremony went by smoothly and we left feeling very satisfied.
Oh, never stay at Naza Hotel. The service is dismal, the rooms were musty, furnishings were unsightly, the buffet breakfast was sad as here was hardly anything good to eat and most of the time you had to keep running to the staff to tell them that the makan sudah habis. In short, don't go there.
It is not to say that my little universe hasn't been sprialling out of control(again).
For one, my brother has graduated. As his graduation was in Malacca, the family enjoyed a nice long break there. We hardly had a war of words at all, which suprised me to no end. Perhaps it helped that it was my dad who drove and I was the map-brandishing navigator. Any other combination with my brother thrown in would have resulted in somebody walking back to KL.
Food was great. There is this quaint Perakanan restaurant by the name of Nancy's Kitchen which serves lovely food and nyonya kuih. There is this awesome dish that has a layer of pulut tai tai at the bottom and a top consisting of the green pandan jelly of kuih talam, minus the santan. Nice. Must try their mutton and pork curry puffs the next tme I get myself there.
My only regret is not being able to have my roti john in Klebang. It is just a super oily toasted sardine sandwich but I assure you it's food of the gods. I was at Klebang with a group of friends about a year ago and it was there that I got the name of this blog. Just because I had whacked full servings of chicken rice, bread, satay celup, chendol, muah chee, putu piring and still has room to polish off the roti john is no reason to call me monster.
Okay, maybe it is.
My brother was required to be at the Hall by 7.30 am. We were by 6.30. But we weren't the only kiasu people around as there were people there even before us. Made us feel better that.
So while my parents were given the honour to sit in an air-conditioned hall I was stationed under a pink tent in the lawn accompanied by TV screens with live feeds. What made it bad were these people who were sitting next to me who regarded the graduation as a family picnic. In their supermarket plastic bags, they brought a giant tupperware of cake, a big tin of jacob's cream crackers, pickled mango and bottles of water. And worse, they refused to shut up. Criticising every thing from other graduates and their course, to the chancelor, to the how it was different when THEY were graduating, man, this family of newts had to run everything down.
Sometimes education is wasted on the world's biggest idiots.
Anyway, the ceremony went by smoothly and we left feeling very satisfied.
Oh, never stay at Naza Hotel. The service is dismal, the rooms were musty, furnishings were unsightly, the buffet breakfast was sad as here was hardly anything good to eat and most of the time you had to keep running to the staff to tell them that the makan sudah habis. In short, don't go there.
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