Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Dodo rere.

I've never been to Flower Drum(for dinner).
It's constantly voted as Melbourne's best restaurant yes, I know. But somehow it's become a worn off novelty.
Like that hot chick who's aged through time but still hooks up and spews with spoilt brats every Friday night which you kinda sympthise more rather than feeling envious after a while.
So when my brother decided to cancel our reservation for his visit coming October, I actually felt relieved.
Not only because of the point above, but also because when I made the reservation the first time, my attendee's name was Mimi.


I don't know about you. Mimi sounds like a hostess that sells Tiger beer in a run down KTV of a deserted HK shopping mall after 2am with a birthday cake of a make up and mismatching stockings underneath her slightly ripped mini skirt.
Somehow, Flower Drum's managed to turn me off before my first word through the phone. But boy how am I so glad to cancel that reservation tomorrow.

Monday, September 29, 2008


I've been posting more images than words recently. That's probably because I'm in this stagnant state of not wanting to really express what I think.
Anyhow, this is a campaign we've been doing for the bank in the Pacific Islands. It'd never run in Australia, but I think it's better than what I see in the branches here.
The Pacific islanders' perception on advertising is still quite primitive. That's a good thing because we can go back and apply some basic creativity which is always more fun and quirky than the over saturated market here.
I think it's one of the classic Economist ad that had the headline 'In the real life, the tortoise lose.' Well take that pessimists!

The LQ metrolite #3.

With CPA, you can have twins!
Or, you can find your long lost brother!
Or, you can multiply!
Or, you get a free suit! With tie!
Oh I don't know.

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Sad dad.

For some reason I really like the contrast in this photo.

Friday, September 26, 2008

I'm with stupid.

Hey, it's not cheating when people didn't turn up.

Thursday, September 25, 2008


Congratulations to Kana and Hiroki.

Monday, September 22, 2008

Mom and dad.

It's a girl. And her name's Tara.

Sunday, September 21, 2008


Such a cool way to package a book.
Although I'm not a big fan of Adidas,
it made me go 'wow'.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

A chain of short stories about their distance.




An animated movie with poetry painted all over.

The title in English is appaling though.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Go figure.

Even ads win Emmy's. 'Swear Jar' by our office in Chicago.
This was an internet ad that never aired on television. I thought it was better than gorilla playing drums.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008


I think there're 2 types of camera owners: The Radicals and The Professors.

The Radicals are your typical emo friends who are still attached to their film cameras. Ask them and they can probably tell you the true concept of ISO and demonstrate how to develop films in their toilet turn dark rooms.

The Professors are just a bore. I remember being a part of a conversation a few years ago regarding how the 'chip' inside an Olympus is different to a Canon and why combined with a 12x zoom, I could get a better value by paying 40 dollars less.

I have to say generally the radicals take better photos. But just like any artists who are constanly high/ refuse to go commercial/ think they're too good/ think they're not good enough, you seldom see their work.

Professors, however, with their infinite knowledge stored in their massive frontal lobes, constantly bombards you with their 'masterpiece'. Essentially they are just wankers. They know what a good photo should look like, they can explain the golden rules to you, but the best thing they can do is to replicate instead of create. Their whole fondation of photography is built on rules.

So there're only 2 types of camera owners: one that always want to be different; and the other that always want to be better than you. If you draw a 'Venn' diagram, you can probably see 50 million Asians trapped in the middle. And they're shooting the same thing.

MSG free.

According to my food diary, it's been 105 days since I've last eaten instant noodles.
I think I hear a faint 'thank you' from my liver.

Monday, September 15, 2008

Good game.

If you somehow managed to train the hamster on the wheel of time(if such wheel exists) to run backwards, you might've caught a glimpse of my life in foundation studies with Allen, who just came back for a brief visit.
We were probably hanging around JB Hi-Fi or the Apple shop along Elizabeth Street salivating over the 2nd generation iPods, having lunch at this now non existing cafe 433. (He always have the stir fried beef noodles, and I favoured the pineapple fried rice.)
Him the top student aspiring to be a car designer; me not paying any attention to any subjects unrelated to advertising.

So you can probably imagine 5 years later, how surreal it was that we're sitting across each other sipping hot chocolates.
I'm working in advertising. Check. He's finished an internship with Mercedes Benz in Japan and heading towards Germany to concrete his path in motor vehicle design via doing a masters degree. Check.

Being harsh to ourselves as well as being encouraging, tonight was the night we realised our dreams came true. For that brief moment, the hot chocolates weren't as sweet as our own acknowledgements towards each other.

And then the hamster started to run forward again.

Sunday, September 14, 2008


I love honesty.
That's why I have this peculiar fondness for my physiotherapist today.
With her slightly broken Korean English and a face straight as the Greenwich Meridian she just said: This, will hurt. I, guarantee.
For a split second there I felt like I should be putting on a ball gag.
What she did to my right thigh, she might as well beat it with a wooden club.

Saturday, September 13, 2008

Where it all started.

Death is actually part of her first work. How ironically appropriate.
Thanks to X for the reminder.

Friday, September 12, 2008


Nagi Noda, the genius art director died on Sunday, age 35.
The history of modern design will suffer so much you won't believe it.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Good ol' days when ads were creepy.

You know it's an awesome ad when the first line:

A man marries a woman because he loves her. So instead of blaming him when married love begins to cool, she should question herself.

More old and creepy ads here.


Given the nature of my job, sometimes I receive reels and portfolios from deluded photographers, illustrators, directors etc, thinking that I might provide them with opportunities. Most of the time I stroke on the nice matte finish of their portfolio's stock, then give it a 'it's not you, it's me' kiss goodbye.
Last week I received this peculiar postcard by a visual artist, it included nothing but a gynormous print of his name.
It got my attention. I'm just wondering if he's got any job at all without including any of his work? Weird.

Saturday, September 06, 2008

An Engrish moment.

Brought to you by our friendly Asian grocery store.

My favourite: direct SUNBEAM. Whoa.

Friday, September 05, 2008


Google has launched its very own web browser, Google Chrome. They've even included this tutorial site that looks like a manga, albeit its lack of anything interesting from a manga.
Is anyone using it on PC? It's not available for Mac. Yet.

And I think I found the name's story from Answers.com:

Chrome. Hacker Slang: Showy features added to attract users but contributing little or nothing to the power of a system. “The 3D icons in Motif are just chrome, but they certainly are pretty chrome!” Usually added to gratify developers' own desires for featurefulness. Often used as a term of contempt.

Tuesday, September 02, 2008

Two not only to tango.

After rewatching the first 20 minutes of Crying out love in the center of the world, it dawned on me why women cannot get the romantic relationship they want. The charming, witty lines from Hollywood.
They fail to see that in order to have a memorable relationship, both parties need to have equal contribution of romantic input.
I'm not talking about normal relationships here, I'm talking about remarkable ones. And to do that, both the guy AND girl need to be creative. You both need to be witty, you both need to take risks.
Let's start with a very basic example:

Guy: Dancing is just a conversation between two people.
Girl: Talk to me.

Now that(in my humble opinion) is an awesome line from the guy.
Yet it's the girl's response that completes the magic. The guy could have said 'Do you want to dance?' and the girl could simply say 'yes'. But he took a risk and recite something completely different. Imagine the girl going 'huh?', then the whole cookie crumbles. But no, she took the wit aboard and played along. That's what makes it memorable.
You can't just stand there and expect to get charmed. The worse carwreck of a courtship possible is between a charming guy and a giggling bimbo.
I guess I'm just trying to say, with aid of some red wine, that women need to try as hard as men to make their relationships remarkable.
If your man comes up with something creatively romantic, instead of thinking 'yea now you deserve me' like grading a test paper, you need to match the creativity. Then you'll start living a romantic relationship and stop craving for one from TV.