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[ life.is.overrated ]

you love. you hate.
you work hard. you earn money. you live your lifestyle
then you die.
 

it ain't backstabbin'

Monday, January 29, 2007

edited: feb 23rd.

settled.

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vintage.

Wednesday, January 10, 2007



gotta love your jack purcell.

trimas boxer red karer!
:D



i'm vintage. you're high maintenance. can't wait to see you fall.

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rebranding.

Saturday, December 30, 2006

16 days of silence. a personal best, i must say. thank you dearest streamyx. i love the services that you offer. you're the best. seriously, you are. 1 gold ribbon for you.

30th december 2007. wow. in a few days, it'll be 2007. 2006 came and went. 2006, a year of..uhm..surprises. wait a sec. let's do this yearly round up thingy tomorrow. for now, i feel like blitching. (that's blog bitching, for those who don't know)

the past few weeks was like..hell. i'm bz with work every single day. need.air. is this how 'the real world' a.k.a feels like? if it is, well, i'm not looking forward for it. i can't be working 24/7. i can't.

ark. i'm supposed to be blitching. here goes.

a few months ago, i chose silverfishbooks as my 'subject matter'. you know, for my final year project. and for the fyp, i'm supposed to do 3 things.

1. tvc (major)
2. website (minor)
3. environmental media (minor. and it's 3d, in case, you've never heard of the term)

for this semester, i chose website. it's not the best website in the world, but it's a lot better that the original, don't you think? owh. it's not done yet. jan 4th's the dateline. and i 'tweaked' the target audience. 15years old-25years old. (only 2/53 people this age have ever heard of silverfishbooks) anyways, here's a screen capture.


what i'm trying to say here is that, when i went to silverfish books a couple of months ago, to ask questions regarding the company, (because that's what final year students do) the man behind the counter, was very... how should i put it in a polite way..uhm.. bad mannered. yeah. i don't want to go into details, but he treated me like i was..uhm.. some sort of a disease? like, i was there sent by the government to burn his books or something.

somebody who is sort of close to the man told me that the man is actually a nice person. that most probably he treated me the way he did because i was rude. owh well. everybody is entitled to have their own opinion. and my opinion is:

"dear sir behind the counter. i'm not rich. i don't live in bangsar. i don't go clubbing in telawi. my english isn't perfect. i don't own a bmw. i'm only an advertising student trying to get my bachelor's degree. must you be so rude? weren't you (no matter how old you are) once a student? please dear sir. we students are human beings as well."

p.s: dear sir behind the counter, your website sucks. but your anthologies kick ass, thank God for that. i don't owe you, you owe me cos i bought your books.

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masquerader

Sunday, December 10, 2006

a coward deserves a coward(ess)

coward(ess)\:

a pretentious bitch whom;
[i] wouldn't pick up your phone call
[ii] would pick up your phone call only after you threatened her
[iii] only dares to 'speak' to you through ym's status
[iv] wouldn't look you in the eyes when you bumped into her
[v] deleted her blog after a so-called misunderstanding
[vi] signed as 'anonymous'
[vii] copies other people's style of writing
[viii] calls herself 'deedaa'

face it. she's the only da, i'm the only dee. n u r?

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case of the ex



A few days ago, I chatted with (the) ex number 1. Been talking a lot with her lately. She’s.. nice. I know some of you might think ‘Yeah, right’, and yes, I did say ‘I fucking hate her’ earlier this year.

You see, when you’ve been talking (and listening) to the wrong people (i.e boyfriend who has every motive there is to make you ‘not like’ a particular person) you tend to ‘not like’ the person. Get it? No? Never mind.

He had his motives, which I wouldn’t ever bother discussing (cause it’s a waste of time anyways). Somehow, I did ‘not like’ her. But that was then. This is now.

So she made a mistake by not removing her link when she left a comment on his fotopages. So she copied and pasted their YM conversation. So? She asked a simple question. Plain ol` Yes or No. Him being him, can’t give a straight answer. So she was a little bit rude, intruding his precious ‘alone’ time (alone my ass). So? She’s his ex, she has the right to do what she did. After all, they have been together for the longest time.

Can’t he respect her? He used to tell me ‘She doesn’t respect me’. (Now I wonder, did he talk about me that way to the new girlfriend?) Is he respecting her by not answering her questions? Or can’t he at least give a straight answer of Yes or No?

What was he doing ‘patrolling’ around her place? He must’ve been ‘Oh fuck! She didn't see me, did she?’ (Owh wait, he's not the swearing type, I am) when he saw her. Kantoi big time, dude. You didn’t expect to find her outside of her home, did you? (Makes me wonder, did you did a round at my place? Owh wait, you wouldn’t do that, I was just a pit stop. I didn't matter)

Miss ‘Yang lepas tuh, sudahla’ isn’t too passive for you, is she? You chose her, so you better stick with her. (Until she realizes that you’re such a bore and moves on to another guy whom she ‘Saya Awak’ with)

Urgh. I don’t hate you. Sometimes you’re just so immature and full of it. Have fun with the new girl. Let’s see if you’re getting any from that pretentious bitch.

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heck.tick!

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

i'm buried with work! fyp/thesis/maya/freelance. omg!

!die

can life be any more hectic than this?

to make things worst, i can't access any of my email accounts. i'm screwed!


i guess it can get worst.
!die

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anonymously fucked up

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

It’s starting again.

Anonymous.

I fucking hate those anon who are fucking terrified of signing their names in cyberspace. Aren’t you proud of yourselves? I mean, are you so goddamned embarrassed of yourselves that you wouldn’t admit that you're you?

You’re the lowest of low, you know that? An ass peddler. You’re soooo dull and dry that you couldn’t even think of a single pseudonym. Yeah, that’s what you are. You’re dry. Dry Dry Dry Dry.

Here’s my middle finger straight at your fucking dork face, you fucking gutless slime ball.

Keep it coming, you disastrous wuss. I’m enjoying this.

Ngentot loe, otak memek!

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kekadang!

Monday, November 27, 2006

Kekadang susah kan bile kite berkawan? Macam, kekadang tuh kite geram sangat kat kengkawan, tapi kite takleh nak wat aper. Nak marah, takleh. Nak tegur takleh. Itu takleh. Ini takleh.

Kekadang bende paling kecik pun bole buat gaduh. Ape lagi kalo kite tau kawan kite tuh buat macam-macam alasan kat kite. Susah sangat ke nak berterus terang? Bukannye melibatkan hal-hal perasaan ke, emosi ke, keluarga ke.

Kekadang rase macam geram sangat. Rase sangat macam nak menjerit kuat-kuat. Tapi ini bukan soal marah-marah ke soal tanak bagitau ke ataupun ape-ape je la yang remeh. Tapi soal prinsip. Susah, bile kite ade prinsip dan kawan kite tak paham prinsip kite tuh.

Bile kite baik kat orang tuh, kite harapkan orang tu akan buat benda yang same kat kite. Karma. Senang je. Kalo kite asyik harapkan orang je baik kat kite, memang tak jalan la.

Taktau la. Betol ke ape yang saye buat nih?

Salu kene ingat. K-A-R-M-A. Karma.

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