Back!

This simple image made my day.

Talk about adding a little humorous touch to the usually humdrum installation process.


Kind of an unexpected post after a long absence yeah?

First Metal. Or Will It Be Plastic?

When the news broke yesterday, I was stunned.

Not that I didn't expect us to win anything, but I wasn't anticipating something so big.

Ok it's not exactly the most prestigious competition in the industry, but it still feels good to get something out of it.

Thank you Orangutan, can't wait to see you in the papers soon.

Happy Father's Day

Read about this from xl's blog. A heart wrenching yet touching account of how Phillip Toledano and his father spent the latter's last days together. You can read the photo essay here.

On the same note, I watched this Father's Day tribute video by St. Hilda's Primary School kids this morning. They were asked what they love most about their dads and what they wished for this Father's Day. The answers were similar: most of them look forward to spending quality time (playing, quiet walks) with dad. Unanimously, all of them wished their dads would spend more time with them instead of working overtime.

What has the unending rat race done to parents?

In work-related news, Mr. Orangutan made an appearance on Campaign Brief and Media Asia last week.

At the same time, I became a Laselle student on the PETA blog.

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Stamina's not looking too good right now. Had to skip the 100 Plus Passion Run due to a nagging cough and cold. I hate to know that now I pant after just crossing an overhead bridge.

Got myself a new pair of running shoes after close to 5 years with the last one. 3 test runs so far, and it's serving me well. Hope this helps my bid in reviving the running urge.

Change

I'm clocking like 70 hours a week at work. And that's not counting the time spent over the weekend trying to conjure ideas to meet the lurking deadlines.

Yes it's tiring. But I think I'm finally understanding what job satisfaction feels like. Not to mention it's such a relief not to be selling beauty services anymore.

Additional bonuses - No more statistics-obsessed bosses, no more struggling with my conscience, no more lack of inspirational seniors.

I'm contented.

Short Film - Struck

Imagine being struck by Cupid's arrow, literally, while sipping your daily cuppa.

Image courtesy of www.vimooz.com

I Almost Became A Mascot

I realised I haven't blogged for about 10 years.

The last 4 months at The Company has been a crazy roller-coaster ride. It's such a drag to go to work every morning. And it's not only about the 8:30am timing (which I think I've met only less than 5 times), but the cyclone I know I'll walk into everyday.

I won't say that I've learnt nothing there despite the chaos though. Most of it is not about work, but the nature of human beings - motivation, desires and what desperation can drive them to do.

Come one more week, I'll be taking up a new challenge at The Other Company. I hope things work out and my passion will fuel me.

No risk, no gain.

Frustration

Down with a fever. I haven't had one in years.

I hate it that I'm getting so little sleep.

I hate it that I'm missing out on my runs.

I hate it that pieces of work keep piling up. And I have to return to the office even after long hours of filming, just to do work that doesn't inspire or make me feel excited.

I hate it that it seems I don't seem to have much control over my life now.

Wise Words

I remember her words from 3 months back.

"It'll break your spirit," she said.

How true.

The Days, Oh The Pace

"You'll treasure something more only when it's gone", though cliched, holds so much truth.

It's a lazy Wednesday afternoon and I've spent the earlier hours of my first off-day in a leisurely fashion -- slow brunch and newspaper browsing, youtubing, online reading, facebooking. Barely a month ago I was doing these same activities but with a there's-always-tomorrow mentality. That happens when you've got too much time on your hands. Since work started, I've been looking forward to free days.

The 6:30am struggle still goes on each morning, followed by the rush breakfasts and the train chases (after attempting to evade the gantry claws in my slumberous state).

Each day goes by pretty slowly, except when I get to go out of the office for customer interviews. Sometimes I feel like a journalist instead.

For now, the only thing I'm looking forward to is to stumble upon a huge idea for that potentially life-changing competition.