Sunday, February 25, 2007
Monday, February 12, 2007
Chinese New Year
My studio's CNY greeting project designed by yours truly.There are 5 of us in the company.
In Blue = Ricko, the programmer.
In Orange = Beni, the web designer.
In Green = Me, Graphic Designer. Notice how I am more slender and taller than the rest. :P
In Red = Ada, Graphic Designer and Art Director.
In Purple = Veron, Account Executive.
Thursday, February 08, 2007
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
Sunday, February 04, 2007
When Debaters go Party
It was one of those Saturday nights. You have a party to go . You made all the plans. Wear all the right clothes. Spray on all the right perfume (or cologne for you gender nazi out there). You spend 20 mins finding the place. You finally reach the place, and then realise that you don't actually belong.
Okay, perhaps I have to explain in greater detail what is actually happening (in my not so happening life really). On a Saturday, I had a birthday party to attend to. And it being Aji's party - Aji is a really cool, 30 year rich friend of mine, who is a debater (apparently all debaters turned out successful and rich, except for me) I know it would be one hot party. Well not hot. But you know, you are going to at least enjoy yourself. And even if I know I would probably only know Mary Ann and Kristen (two of my bestest and dearest friends), I know somehow I could mingle and get to know a couple of people.
So after much hunting around - being terrible at direction, its only expected that I got lost finding the location of the place, I found the place. Trust me, walking around in the heartlands, in your skinny jeans is not a sexy thing. Tightness is not your friend when you are lost.
The place was filled with people of all shapes and sizes. Well not exactly all shapes and sizes, but filled with people of the young types. You know the types that still are in school, worrying about exams and projects, and still think debating is life. I looked at these kids – them struggling so hard to fit in and trying to be cool, I actually felt a little sorry for them. Was I ever like that? My obese self, with bad hair, trying to be cool and fitting in. (well fitting in Jeans was really hard back then)
And then there was the game. A silly little drinking game that doesn't really involve drinking, but you drink anyway, hence its called a drinking game. The game is simple. Someone will pick out three person in the room. Then you will identify the person that you will fuck, marry and kill. Of course, if you are the person that everyone wants to kill, than a) you are goddamn ugly b) everyone hates you c) you are goddamn fat and ugly. So when this girl, whom everyone calls Bubbles for reasons that is beyond me, was picked, and I was in the list of people that she was suppose fuck, kill or marry, I was shocked that she wanted to fuck me. I gave a faint little smile. Of course when it was my turn, and I chose to fuck a hot a little pakistani BOY with smiles alone that could give me multiple orgasm, Bubbles's face turned from shocked to submission. Oh he swings that way. Damn!
As the night continued away, I began to feel uncomfortable. These juveniles are in the point of their life that any silly decision made could change the course of everything. I know I am being judgemental here, but when a 19 year old boy, goes around groping girls and the girls not doing anything about it, something is seriously wrong somewhere. These are girls are allowing themselves to be objectified. Beyond jokes, jest and anything else, these girls have lost their self-respect and value. I am almost ashamed by the state of the debates club. When I was in it, the debating club was a collective of intelligence and opinions. Now it has a become a sleaze-fest. Yes we did silly things in our time too, but we had a line. Now that line is far long gone.
The boys will grow up thinking that its okay to objectify women. The girls will grow up submitting to the fact that its okay to be objectified. And here it is happening in this room, in this club of intelligent young adults who would grow up to be the country's finest and best thinkers. Sad that we believe we have the right to debate about women and human rights, morals and ethics in third world nations, when the very same shit is happening here.
Okay, perhaps I have to explain in greater detail what is actually happening (in my not so happening life really). On a Saturday, I had a birthday party to attend to. And it being Aji's party - Aji is a really cool, 30 year rich friend of mine, who is a debater (apparently all debaters turned out successful and rich, except for me) I know it would be one hot party. Well not hot. But you know, you are going to at least enjoy yourself. And even if I know I would probably only know Mary Ann and Kristen (two of my bestest and dearest friends), I know somehow I could mingle and get to know a couple of people.
So after much hunting around - being terrible at direction, its only expected that I got lost finding the location of the place, I found the place. Trust me, walking around in the heartlands, in your skinny jeans is not a sexy thing. Tightness is not your friend when you are lost.
The place was filled with people of all shapes and sizes. Well not exactly all shapes and sizes, but filled with people of the young types. You know the types that still are in school, worrying about exams and projects, and still think debating is life. I looked at these kids – them struggling so hard to fit in and trying to be cool, I actually felt a little sorry for them. Was I ever like that? My obese self, with bad hair, trying to be cool and fitting in. (well fitting in Jeans was really hard back then)
And then there was the game. A silly little drinking game that doesn't really involve drinking, but you drink anyway, hence its called a drinking game. The game is simple. Someone will pick out three person in the room. Then you will identify the person that you will fuck, marry and kill. Of course, if you are the person that everyone wants to kill, than a) you are goddamn ugly b) everyone hates you c) you are goddamn fat and ugly. So when this girl, whom everyone calls Bubbles for reasons that is beyond me, was picked, and I was in the list of people that she was suppose fuck, kill or marry, I was shocked that she wanted to fuck me. I gave a faint little smile. Of course when it was my turn, and I chose to fuck a hot a little pakistani BOY with smiles alone that could give me multiple orgasm, Bubbles's face turned from shocked to submission. Oh he swings that way. Damn!
As the night continued away, I began to feel uncomfortable. These juveniles are in the point of their life that any silly decision made could change the course of everything. I know I am being judgemental here, but when a 19 year old boy, goes around groping girls and the girls not doing anything about it, something is seriously wrong somewhere. These are girls are allowing themselves to be objectified. Beyond jokes, jest and anything else, these girls have lost their self-respect and value. I am almost ashamed by the state of the debates club. When I was in it, the debating club was a collective of intelligence and opinions. Now it has a become a sleaze-fest. Yes we did silly things in our time too, but we had a line. Now that line is far long gone.
The boys will grow up thinking that its okay to objectify women. The girls will grow up submitting to the fact that its okay to be objectified. And here it is happening in this room, in this club of intelligent young adults who would grow up to be the country's finest and best thinkers. Sad that we believe we have the right to debate about women and human rights, morals and ethics in third world nations, when the very same shit is happening here.
Thursday, February 01, 2007
When I choose a certain typeface, I have my reasons Mr Client from a certain bank!
So when you told me to reconsider my choice of Helvetica, and perhaps replace it with Arial, please understand why I actually gasped in shock and horror rather audibly.So Mr Client, please take your Arial and shove it, you tasteless ingrate!
Did they make a movie about Arial?
Well Helvetica is such a well designed font that they actually make a movie about it. So please. Do not ask me to reconsider my typeface choice. And replace it with something designed for Windows 95!
Regards
Sudirwan J
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