She's so stupid what the hell were you thinking

Cause I like Avril's new teeny sounds.
Cause I indeed could be your boyfriend.
Cause this song could potentially be they new Don't Cha.

Like I lost my phone

Yes fate would demand that since I now have a new bag, I would surrender to the collective my phone. I lost my phone. And all my contacts. Since I am silly enough to actually not have a back-up. It almost feels that I have no friends now. Which is refreshing and scary at the same time. Of course once clients starts ringing me up in a panic rage - like they always do, it would be nice to tell them "Slowly girl. Like who is this?"

So if you know me, and read this blog, please SMS me your number.

I know you want it

Oooh boy you look so good
With that bag you give me wood.
Goddamn you act so tough.
Come over here and lets get rough.
;)

Revenge of the boring jobs

While we graphic designers occasionally busk in the warm glow of fame and fortune when we work with big multinational companies such as Nokia and Calvin Klein, most of the time we get boring jobs. Not all your design get publicly displayed all across the Island. Not all jobs as glamorous as designing for fashion people. In fact most of the time we do boring jobs. One of these job is for the good people of Brassteel. Their website scared the shit out of me. And they manufacture cabinets and cooling displays for crying out loud. The moment I heard that I was to work with them on a project, I almost crushed to the ground and died. The job was to design a brochure for them. I imagined doing cheesy standard brochures displaying rows and rows of products. But what spurred me to do a really good job for them was their boss. He was a really passionate man. He could talk for hours and hours about his products. He was really into what he was doing. And I could not bear to give him anything less than everything that I can. There was a bit of tension when I demanded the cover be nothing but total blackness and their logo, but when I showed him the results, he fell in love with it immediately.

The cover is just a plain solid black with nothing but the logo confidently placed off center.
The brochure opens revealing a sole display unit position placed right in the center surrounded by all the darkness, making it seem to glow.

Inside the brochure. Yes the photographer did a really good job capturing the mood of each of the place we visited.
Unfortunately, due to the glossy surface of the brochure, fingerprints get on it rather easily.

I was randomly proud of myself, even though it was such a small job. But I hope I changed somebody's approach to design in Brassteel and through him, hopefully the world. ;)

Skinny Jeans + Red Underwear + Gym = No!

While I am appreciative of the fact that I do have long legs - better long than short I always say - wearing jeans could be a hassle if you have legs that never really end. This is especially so if you are wearing those skinny pipe jeans. Yes I know, fashion sources all over are saying that that looser straight cut jeans are back again but if you can fit into a skinny, who really cares eh. I am not bragging here, but skinny jeans do fit like a dream on those legs of mine. If only it comes off like a dream too.

I went to the gym today, and like every good men, I changed in the public area. I sort of didn't realize that I was wearing skinny jeans so when I unbuckled and tried to pull off my jeans from the sides, nothing budged. My jeans are not coming off. So I tried rolling down the jeans from the belt hoops area and it rolled down nicely, until it reached my thighs. My jeans are stuck, rolled half way down my thighs, and there I was struggling in a manic sexually unappealing position and I was wearing my bright cobalt red briefs.

As I was struggling, I heard multiple footsteps and voices coming into the changing area. Usually I ain't that shy changing in front of other people, but due to the current circumstances that I was in, I hasten whatever I was doing. It was not a good idea. As I struggled further in a hurried manner, I lost my balance and fell on my ass with jeans rolled half down my thighs and my legs in the air. Of course my bright cobalt red briefs are now shown to everyone in the changing area like a sex museum public display.

Time to revisit those straight cut jeans I say.

T-Shirt Wars?

I actually made this observation quite a while back. But I just thought I share it here. This t-shirt is from Instant Karma. It reads Fashion Maven: Natural Born Chi Chi. You NUMbskulls try too hard. If you can't spot anything weird, than you need your gay card / license revoked.

Psychotic Child

I was rather in a foully mood in the office just now. Not foully scowl at every happy thing mood, but just foully not in a mood to talk about my childhood kind of mood. So of course, it would be that my colleagues decided that morning - the morning I am feeling foully - would be the perfect morning to discuss our childhood. Well we are actually having a project to design identity for a fancy childcare place, so it was sort of part of the work process that we discuss our childhood.

I shared my undisturbed boring straight boy childhood, except for one bit that got everyone a little worried. While I was indeed a sweet child, a straight A scorer, always first in class, teacher's pet and just almost perfect in every way - once I was the only one to get perfect marks for my Chinese test, and I am a Malay boy - I had a dark dirty little secret. I torment other children in my class. There was this one particular boy, i truly hate at that moment of my life. He had the weirdest haircut, wears purple high cut boots and carries this neon bag with a some deformed mickey mouse on it. I would sit beside him and whisper in his ear, every single day :- "I going to kill you." in this freaky low serial killer voice. He would then whimper pathetically and I would continue. I never touched him. I never beat him up or anything. I was a psychological bully at the age of 5. And I never got caught.

Thankfully (hopefully) I grew out of that psychotic phase of my life.

Hmmm..

Akwardness

Client: Wah. Malay can also be so creative ah?
Veron: Err.. Yes Wan is one of those -
Wan: Wah! Some people can also be so stupid ah?
Veron smacks her forehead.

We didn't get the job of course.
Too bad for them.