do you want to know how i got this scar?

batman: the dark knight met my expectations.

it was simply superb. stellar performances. unexpected twist in storyline. over the top gadgets. the bike. well-written scripts. the chase. memorable and witty catch phrases, one as titled above.

it was a tiring yet pleasant 2 1/2 hours experience in GSC.

ps: ledger, u rocked the house. u played the part. u lived Joker. may u rest in peace. we will remember that smile of yours, and how u got them.

one for the road

Wai Yee & I at Kam Fatt's farewell party @ Kianti

if one asks me, why did i ever pursue advertising as a career .. the answer would simply be passion. passion to generate ideas. ideas for campaigns. any campaign. ideas that lead to successful campaigns. talkable campaigns. memorable campaigns. bankable campaigns. award-worthy campaigns. cost-effective campaigns. bread & butter campaigns.

if one asks me, why do i ever stay in naga ddb .. the answer would be the people. 5 brand accounts, 4 pitches and 16 months later, i am still here.

if one asks me, who restored my faith back to advertising after all the problems cum drama and such .. the answer would be Lim Wai Yee. my former BUH. Rapp Collin's current GM. my boss. my friend. my supporter. my acting-mother.

my gratitude goes to her. thank u. thank u & thank u.

love,
A.

perfect

we were late. partially the fault was on me and the jam infront of Sri Aman school. S had already left with R (yes, yes they are dating and already talking 'bout babies) and i had to follow the brother and the gf instead. nice folks but too young for uncle A. in the interest of time, Hafiz had to drive like the wind -not the katrina, but mum's hairdryer ... vol.1

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i was a fan to few of the local acts let alone lending my support - naming 7 collar tshirt and sheila majid in my list. little i knew, i would be doing few add-ons onto the barren list after last Saturday's Urbanscapes.

if there's one word to describe the fest, it would be perfect goes with an expression to match -just what the doctor ordered.

the hosting venue was perfect. where one could mistaken the luscious landscape as a courting yard back in the heydays. spacious, green garden playing grounds for the lovers, dotting coy individuals to voice sheer love vows slash pre-intercourse-lines to their significant other. who would've thought that sentul park could give one the melancholic feeling and even melancholic for the vulnerable souls. sentul park gave me the sydney mcquarry's chair feel. surreal, yet eagerly alive.

the performances were perfect. i was awed, impressed, over-the-top estatic to most performances i caught. kokokaina and yuna had me asking for more. Postcard From Italy was cleverly covered (extra points for the Lada Hitam Sarawak), Poppy got me to thinking that Winehouse and Holiday pulled a duet, Yuna's Dan Sebenarnya was a pleaser to the ears, and of course there's the last song by kokokaina, the much cliche number - strongly relatable and weirdly familiar.

the fest was like a reunion. i met those who once played significant roles in my life. my neighbour and then partner-in-crime Fanna, who now owns her own clothing lines (i'm proud of u pumbaa). Faliq, who is Faliq (what else can i say?). and of course, Azlan. yes, i said it. perfect.

and then there was 7 collar tshirt. no need for intro and without further ado - perfect.

a soft sigh of relief

all in all, i was all smiles. it was a perfect venue to collate everyone together. perfect music, perfect company, perfect atmosphere, perfect venue, varying clothing lines at the bazaar which is perfect and yeah, it was the perfect urbanscape getaway i was looking for. any getaway in the city is perfect when u have Advertising stamped onto ur forehead. even if it is Sentul.

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we tuned to Jason Mraz's We Sing.We Dance.We Steal Things album driving on the way back. it was perfect.

awed still,

A.