They say

you can’t fall anylower when you’re at the bottom of the valley.

I say, Oh yes you can.

Lights will guide you home.

Not when you’re drunk though. You need a friend for that.

I’m on alcohol when I’m typing this, so pardon the possible incoherence.

You know, you can never get the same feeling from another thing. It’s like when you get drunk at mambo and when you get drunk at zouk on saturday, it’s not that same thing.

When you love a girl so much, you can’t just find it by dating another. It’s just so fucking painful, but when I see her, it’s okay all over again. It’s like, it all matters and it is all worth it.

Read between the lines, my dear.

Cheers to life. Viva la vida.

Oh by the way, life is a cruel thing. Things are never fair. Never.

Also, people whom you least expect will give you a lift when you least expect it. Lift as in emotionally instead of the car kind. Thank you Dot for the talk we had (though you’re probably never find my blog)

One more thing, you know I love you so.

History.

Random: I was listening to my songs halfway when kian’s voice came in and sold me loreal volume shocking mascara. Miss those days.

Anyways, here’s a nice song, from James Morrison.

This boy wants to play,
There’s no time left today,
It’s a shame ’cause he has to go home.

This boy’s got to work
Got to sweat just to pay what he gets to get left all alone.

Well let’s step outside,
Let’s go for a ride,
Just for a while.
No we won’t get caught,
Well that’s what I thought, until we cry.

Chorus
I’m still here,
But it hasn’t been easy,
I’m sure that you had your reasons,
I’m scared for this emotion,
For years I’ve been holding it down,
For years I’ve been holding it down.

This girl tries her best everyday,
But it’s all gone to waste ’cause there’s no one around,
This girl she can draw she can paint,
Likes to dance she can skate,
Now she don’t make a sound.

We?ll play in our park,
‘Till it’s too dark for us to see
Well we’ll make our way home,
With mud on our clothes,
She won’t be pleased.

Chorus
I’m still here,
But it hasn’t been easy,
I’m sure that you had your reasons,
I’m scared for this emotion,
For years I’ve been holding it down,

And I,
Love to forgive and forget,
So I,
Try to put all this behind us,
Just,
Know that my arms are wide open,
The older I get, the more that I know.

Well it’s time to let this go.
I got to let it go
I got to let it go
I got to let it go
I got to let it go

Chorus
I’m still here,
But it hasn’ been easy,
I’m sure that you had your reasons,
I’m scared for this emotion,
For years I’ve been holding it down,

And I,
Love to forgive and forget,
So I,
Try to put all this behind us,
Just,
Know that my arms are wide open,
The older I get, the more that I know.

And I,
Love to forgive and forget,
So I,
Try to put all this behind us,
Just,
Know that my arms are wide open,
The older I get, the more that I know.

I love big brother.

Ooh, you see that skin?
It’s the same she’s been standing in
Since the day she saw him walking away
Now she’s left cleaning up the mess he made.

I feel like winston smith in 1984.

I’ve just committed thoughtcrime.

The man without a plan

My life has been pretty eventful of late.

Other than the fact that I have been going on drinking binges and meeting up with random people whom’s name I just randomly scroll to in my phonebook, I have been doing my internship.

Yes, I may whine and complain to a few of my friends regarding my internship. About how I am made to do brainless work and am the bottom of the food chain in the office.

However, this experience at the company that I’m attached to made me “find myself” (literal translation from the chinese phrase “找自己“ which basically means do some “soul searching”).

I pride myself on being someone with a plan, (well at least for the next 5 years of my life).

When my results for the past semester came, I realised that I didn’t really have plan for the next 5 years at all. I’m like a lost teenager finding my way through life.

In the words of Kakashi (masked guy from naruto): I lost my way on the road of life.

Do I really want to work in advertising? or I have been psycho-ing myself so much that I don’t really know what I want anymore?

Some people say, do something you enjoy, and it will not feel like working. Dude, I say, do that something you love everyday and you will not enjoy it anymore.

This is one of the long posts that don’t make sense. Pretty much like the random stuff that ruiming pits me against in “Ivan or”.

However, instead of Ivan or, this is Ivan AGAINST world. Not making sense I know.

You see, I have friends that have found love in what they do. Stanley enjoys mugging and is on his way to becoming the next prime minister of singapore. Ruiming enjoys writing and being weird and he has found his way in journalism.

I don’t know what I can do. I love music, I love films, I love a good story. I love plotlines. Like all teenagers do. But I think that being a copywriter/andthuscreativedirectorlater might be the best career path that I could take (as compared to my original one of being a film director).

And here I am in an agency doing my internship in “accounts servicing”. Not complaining, but I wished I could be so much more involved in shaping campaigns. Have to say this, my favourite part of my job scope is assisting the planners, only then I feel my input is really appreciated.

What’s my point? I don’t know. I really don’t. Just that I feel so fucked suddenly now that I don’t know if I’m even going to do university/Miami ad school/whatever. I don’t have a plan anymore.

But I believe, I believe that somehow, someday, I’ll live the life I wanna live.

Someday.

AND ONE MORE THING…

THANK GOD IT’S FUCKIN FRIDAY!!!!!!!

TGIFFFFFFF!!!!!!!! BROTHAS!

I only have time to say this.

If you think you’re safe on a mac, with “private browsing” on and you clear your cache while you surf your porn, YOU’RE WRONG.

YOU CAN SEARCH FOR PORN ON YOUR COMPUTER AND THE CACHE SHOWS UP!

As seen from Cheak’s computer (and mine too of course)

Cheers!
Ivan Yeow

Speech – Combination of Morpheus & MLK

Good Evening Ladies and Gentlemen.

I am happy to join you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation, in Hong Lim Park. Since this is the 2nd ever demonstration since the 60s.

In my company there is problem. And the problem is the lack of equality. We gather here as interns from all over the country from all walks of life. Some of us here have been tasked to paint the wall in the company, some have been asked to photocopy and print endless copies of documents for our superiors.

And there’s everyone’s favourite task – Buying lunch.

Outside the company, we are all free human beings, with a life, with friends and family. As a matter of fact, other then our job titles, we are no difference from the so-called superiors. Whatever they can do, we can do so, in time or otherwise.

But inside the company, we are subjected to humiliation, neglect and condescendence. And we are judged by the label: INTERNS.

But we refuse to be discouraged by the odds, we fight against it. All of our lives we have fought this war. Tonight I believe we can end it. Tonight is not an accident. There are no accidents. We have not come here by chance.

I do not believe in chance. I do not see coincidence, I see providence, I see purpose. I believe it is our fate to be here. It is our destiny. I believe this night holds for each and every one of us the very meaning of our lives.

And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of Intern rights, “When will you be satisfied?”

We can never be satisfied as long as the Interns are the victims of the unspeakable horrors of
office politics.

We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of kena arrow do all the random saikang in the office

We can never be satisfied as long as we are stripped of our selfhood and robbed of our dignity by being the lowest lifeform in the company”

I have a dream.

That one day, people will walk into the pantry and not see a creative director and intern sitting there eating their breakfast, but two equal employees of the company having their meal at the same table.

That one day, when an intern asks a question, the so-called superiors will answer the question gladly with a smile on their faces instead of brushing the question off.

That one day, when my children do their internship, they will work in a company where they will not be judged by their job title but by the content of their character.

I have a dream,

And one day, we will raise about the people who treated us like dogshit and spit in their faces while we treat our own interns with respect an employee deserves, with proper transport and health benefits. With proper OT money.

And if Singapore is to be a great nation, this must become true. And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of Bukit Timah.

Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of Mount Faber.

Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of WADEVA.

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of BBDC.

But not only that; let freedom ring from YELLOW SUBMARINE OF NGEE ANN POLY.

Let freedom ring from Ziggy Soh’s Jeep.

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Pasir Panjang – from every mountainside.

Let freedom ring. And when this happens, and when we allow freedom ring – when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s children – Interns, Creative Directors, Account Directors, CEOs, Accountants, Receptionists, FA artists and more – will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Intern spiritual: “Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!”

*Note. Above story is fictitious and does not represent the situation this intern is currently in at the moment.

If tomorrow never comes

So tell that someone that you love
Just what you’re thinking of
If tomorrow never comes

OH HOW TRUE.

got this from Xianjie’s blog. This guy spoke at the graduation ceremony of the NTU comm programmes.

…The other side of the coin is this: fall in love.

I didn’t say “be loved”. That requires too much compromise. If one changes one’s looks, personality and values, one can be loved by anyone.

Rather, I exhort you to love another human being. It may seem odd for me to tell you this. You may expect it to happen naturally, without deliberation. That is false. Modern society is anti-love. We’ve taken a microscope to everyone to bring out their flaws and shortcomings. It far easier to find a reason not to love someone, than otherwise. Rejection requires only one reason. Love requires complete acceptance. It is hard work – the only kind of work that I find palatable.

Loving someone has great benefits. There is admiration, learning, attraction and something which, for the want of a better word, we call happiness. In loving someone, we become inspired to better ourselves in every way. We learn the truth worthlessness of material things. We celebrate being human. Loving is good for the soul.

Loving someone is therefore very important, and it is also important to choose the right person. Despite popular culture, love doesn’t happen by chance, at first sight, across a crowded dance floor. It grows slowly, sinking roots first before branching and blossoming. It is not a silly weed, but a mighty tree that weathers every storm.

You will find, that when you have someone to love, that the face is less important than the brain, and the body is less important than the heart.

You will also find that it is no great tragedy if your love is not reciprocated. You are not doing it to be loved back. Its value is to inspire you.

Finally, you will find that there is no half-measure when it comes to loving someone. You either don’t, or you do with every cell in your body, completely and utterly, without reservation or apology. It consumes you, and you are reborn, all the better for it.

Read more here.