calling all media hotshots

or wannabes

i'm leaving my workplace to taste the sweet fruit of mugging and late-night projects coupled with mugs of late night coffee. believe me, once you touch the workforce of the media industry, you wish you were doing 3 years of mass comm again. at least there can laugh at brali.

so now, i'm looking for a replacement for my job.

yah jobs!

here's the overview:

looking for:
PR and Marketing Executive (no direct handling of accounts)
note: this is a temp/probation with prospect of full time.

duties:
- main liaison for one account (more customer service type)
- writing of media collaterals
- event support/onsite
- calling/rvsping the media for event
- calling people in general
- incharge of Marketing and PR of events
- pitching to media/for sponsorships

you need to be:
- damn hardcore resilient
- dynamic and a bit drama
- a person who has good if not great english writing/speaking skills
- a graduate with a marketing/mass comm/media related diploma/degree
- organised
- willing to sacrifice sleep and other amenities like food.
- fresh grad welcome but experience preferred.

the big P:
the pay is purely negotiable. when i did part-time, it was about between one thousand - thousand two. so use that to gauge and bargain for your earnings lar.

backgrounder:
Three-sixty Comm has been around for about 5 years and was the brainchild of my favourite cousin, glenn. He's now the MD. The company deals with more events management, things like media launches, press conferences, family days and d&dss. they do everything from design to set-up to conceptualizing ideas.

69, the partner company, specializes in direct marketing and advertising. so basically, 69 handles the PR and marketing of any event that three-sixty does.
(as the PR and Marketing person, you'll be under 69 more than the latter.)

alrighty, this is it, drop me a tag if you are interested or you can email me at
karenwong.33@gmail.com, include a resume please!



yay, i'm unemployed.

and I have to speculate that god himself

did make us into corresponding shapes like
puzzle pieces from the clay
such great heights, the postal service.

i discovered a new place today. it's an ice-creamery called cold rock. it is by far the best place to have ice-cream.



the great thing about this place is that you can eat it every day of the year for 10years and be able to eat a different flavour everytime. no, they don't have 14857234975945 different flavours but instead they have an amazing concept.

1st Choose your cup size (34FF please, i could eat that much)

2nd Choose two ice-cream flavors - they have things like caramel mud cake, tiramisu, bubblegum and a huge range of sorbets.


the ice cream counter

3rd Choose two 'Mix ins' - the mix ins are happening things that you put into your ice-cream like nuts and sprinkles ONLY at cold rock, you have things like malteses, nutella, peanut butter, twix, violet crumbles, M&Ms and all sorts of chocolates, fruits and my-doctor-will-kill-me junk food.


the mix-in counter is longer then the flavours. ohmytian.

4th They will take your ice-cream and chuck it on this cold granite slab called the cold rock which is chilled so your ice cream will not stick and will not melt. They chop the ice cream up and pour your mix-ins into the middle and char-kway-teow it till it's all mixed and chopped up.

5th ENJOY THE ULTIMATE ORGASM.


caramel mud cake, chocolate chip ice cream with nutella and malteases


tiramisu, caramel mud cake ice cream with tim tam and mini m&ms


vanilla, double chocolate ice cream with graham crackers and tim tam

it is ultimately, the best idea. i'm glad i got to spend it with lanxi and pearl.
their slogan is - "if you can dream it, we can ice-cream it!" how cute!




back to old school days and ice cream, i remember the good old days we had.




cold rock is located at lorong mambong (next to NYDC), holland village.

it's such a natural sight

its a supernatural delight
dancing in the moonlignt, van morrison.

its the same song that toploader sang. only, it was written in 1973, and suppose to be a bossa jazz combi song. i like.


our day in snapshots


an adventure awaits


in an effort to save money, me and merlynn went for a free rainforest tour at singapore botanical gardens. it's free and that equates to us being there.

but we ended up underestimating our fitness levels and missed the entire tour. so to act supremely unfazed by singapore's concrete jungle, we pretended to be shina the jungle warrior and walk through a rainforest (bet you didn't know it existed.) on our own.

one concrete path to small to fit both of us side by side, tall trees packed beside us and some 120,000 different species of insects, snakes and rodents. i think we were a bit naive.

nonetheless, we made it and why stop at the rainforest when you have a park that brings you right out of singapore.

the cactus garden, the bonsai park, the sundial garden, swanlake, library of botanics and the botanics lab, ginger garden all covered in one day. actually 2 and half hours.

the sundial garden is seriously, odd. its quite creepy. on the pedestal (the one you see in the montage, 4th and 6th picture) has engravings on it. the words vary from which entrance you come in from. come from the south, it says: "what thou seekest is a shadow. come from the north it says: is a shadow what thou seekest?"

and if you look closely (pardon the knncb samsung), engraved on each side of the cube is a picture of death from different cultures: grim reaper, the faceless man, the beautiful soldier with scarlet robe and the cup of sorrow offerer.



ok. creeps.

after venturing around, seriously having a lot of fun with plants and swans, we walked to tanglin mall to discover singapore's cheapest flea market.

mer: hi, how much is this top?
sales: oh, this top is very nice. i bought it from hongkong about 2 years back. i bought it for like 100 sing dollars. see here got price tag loh
mer: oh it's very nice, but 100 sing is quite steep.
sales: huh? no la, i'm not selling it to you for 100! i just say i bought it for 100. ok la, $6 can?"
me and mer: ?@!#$#%^$%&?!

ok la. so overall, we bought 2 tops, one original snakeskin bag (damn happenings), 3 award winning very good read books, one badge, 2 ciggie tins, one vintage coka-cola lunch box (yay!) for $22.

we were damn shagged from shopping so we took a bus down to russ's place for kopi and dinner. we talked about transformers.

ken: (wiggles his hands above me and mer's head) transform into megan fox!
me: excuse me, i think i need some time.
mer: its not works.
ken: (wiggles his hands above russ's head) transform into a SLIMMER PERSON!

cue russ chokes on hokkien mee

it was a good day that ended with a fruit buffet by russ's poolside. durians, pineapples, cherries, mangosteen, lime juice, grapes and more durian

we public transported back to my place for ocean's eleven. excuse me, can someone get me geroge clooney nekkid for my birthday?




i like days like this. they always make me sleep well.
our spent-not day turned out more happening because we spent 20 bucks.

be better than all the money in the world

The night smells like december
And we're deep undercovers
let it roll, secondhand serenade

yesterday, i left work at 10pm instead of 7pm because i was handcuffed in the office..

it was fun at first. but these are real handcuffs from godknowswhere and they need real keys to open it and they're really painful and heavy. My boss, with a kinky streak bought them from somewhere and she was going to use it very soon. ok too much information but i wanted to try it before it was, you know, stained.


yes this was when i wasn't panicking.

so when i said hello? some one please lock me up, the two boys happily ran forward and snapped the cuffs on. did you know it's really easy to snap it on?

and then, they went for a 20min smoke break with me, one hand chained to the table leg! it was the longest 20mins of my life. cheebye.

to say sorry to me, ben promised to buy me 11,000 roses and stan bought me dinner. hahaha, my acting skills hasn't rusted over the years i see. i just sat there as they walked up and they saw me hunched under my table and all i did was whimper and tadah! the cuffs came off nicely.

this is dinner for 3.


excuse me, a bit too much right?
hai gow, siew mai x 2, lotus root soup, porridge, chee cheong fun x 2, charsiew pau x 4, fried beancurd, fried yam, fried red bean pancake, zibao kai, steam pork rib, steamed chicken feet. i lost consciousness after that.

met mer and she came over to raid my closet because i quote "haven't given her something free in a long time." excuse me, how about 3452743895997 sticks of ciggies?!

she found her alter egos in:



Lauvere Testironi - struggling artist who has no muscial background so cannot busk.



Candice - Sick, dying youth who's best friend is a dusty old valentine's day present.

after which we reached new levels of friendship by watching Shortbus(2006). very sexual awakening kind of movie, all about relationships and love and sex and other orgasmic stuff.

after seeing 3 naked men wanking each other and blowing each other's behind, i think me and mer are now more than friends.


by the way, wikipedia church of satan. i swear, you'll be... pleasantly surprised.



[update] i got into Murdoch University (Perth) Singapore External Programme. whoopee. I'll be doing a double major in Public Relations and Communications Policies. sept07.
omg, and edric is my classmate. so happy![/update]

naivete of youth

resurrect emotions from our past
if they had a king for fools would you wear the crown?
build us up again and make us last
- king of fools, poets of the fall

from youths to drunkard games, from God to the devils advocate.
all in a day.



happy birthday russell.

my best friend, my abang, my frustration and my peace.
we've been friends since i can remember. we've travelled through our turbulent teenage years, now barely touching the cusp of adulthood.

life would have have been pretty darn different if you were left behind. no late night yassin suppers, no mircowavable brownies, no one to argue about fishing with, no one to wrestle in bed because kenneth might snap like a twig, no leopard skin/ velvet dragon / silk tiger blankets to curl up in. No you means the effective end to the things i look forward to.

one thing i love about you is your honesty. When clothes look ridiculous on me, you would not hesitate to cringe your face, flip my sleeve and say "what the fuck?". When a boyfriend takes me on the highway ride of my relationship, you will pull me to corner, wrinkle your face, point to him with your palms upward and say "what the fuck?". you have never failed to let me know what you think. yet somehow you knew what i was thinking as well.

now that we're barely legal, it's comforting to know we have a friendship that has seen through fights, frustrations, tumble over laughing and friendly insults.

all i can say now is, happy birthday bebe/puss/russell, i love you for the fisherman you turned out to be.

cause what I feel is the only truth I know
and I get by on this naivete of youth

yesterday, was the youth rally at expo.

day starting out pretty alright. the kids we brought didn't give us much trouble. the day moved pretty good, plus i guess the company was pretty good too.

at expo, the power of the rally was just breathtaking. it's a catholic thing, so a lot of the older youths like me were much into it. it was reminisce of the old now defunct shine Jesus shine rally. so there was jumping and screaming, dancing and singing and being just wild for God.

but i think the kids (read 15-16yrs) were a bit carried away when they started climbing on the stage during the praise segment and they were dangerously close to being injured. my heart a bit stopped. haha.

alls well ends well i suppose.

matthew named me his drug lord wife. i seriously don't know what my responsibilities is.

off to russ's where the party, even at 11pm had just started. the sji boys were there, we all came about 11 plus to hot steaming bacon agli olio, chicken wings and other orgasmic food. chendol please.

the night simmered to just alcohol. thankfully, i was on meds so could drink too much.

I must say SJI boys are the personification of drunk bottles of ethanol.

we, as a group of 15, counting me out, went though:

- one bottle of king roberts
- half an absolute red ruby
- half an absolute peach
- one bottle of 42 below kiwi (very nice but highly fucking potent)
- 1/4 bottle of gin
- 1/2 bottle of whisky
- 4385720348957468 lychees
- one 'russell's father's mango'.

suprisingly, everyone survived when my group left around 5am, the boys... well. andrew was yelling at everyone to learn 'the way of the lychee'. newin was the devils advocate was pouring drinks so much he didn't know how to play any of the games. leon just sat there and practiced how to pout. dexter was the starting out pornstar.

what a day.
what a night.