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Wednesday, February 11, 2004 | |
Tomas trouble
Tomas is in a sullen mood again. When I'm not scurrying around like a headless chicken trying to put the pitch together, I've noticed him looking at me. Almost begging. For 5 minutes. So I did what any woman with a conscience would - I stopped scurrying. "Hey, Tomas," I said. He does his blur-sotong, "What?" and continues to fiddle with his keyboard. "Wanna talk?" I ask. I catch a flicker of indecision in his eyes. He looks up at me. I look back, consciously fixing my eye on him. Unflinching. He breaks the stare and mumbles "Alright!" Grabs him Marlboro and we're off to another kill-my-lungs session. He rambles ... I cry. That's pretty much how our sessions go. I don't know why I'm such an softie. Anyone peeking into the emergency stairway will think that I'm the problematic one. "Why do you cry?" he asks, with a little laugh, when we're through. That caught me. And for the first time, I became embarrassingly conscious of my deluge. That is true. Why this show of emotions - he is after all just a colleague. Our paths are confined to those hours in the office. We never hang out together. He doesn't know I have 2 pet guppies. Why the tears? "I don't know," I said, suddenly feeling very stupid. Not at all like the counsellor I've positioned myself to be. I looked at him and blinked the last of my tears away. He hugs me. I thank God I don't wear mascara. | |
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A neurotic, nail biting, slightly schizo, caffeine crazed copywriter who doesn't know better than waste her life in the pursuit of the golden pencil a.k.a The One Show.
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I realised that it is increasingly difficult for you to identify who's who in this blog. So here's a
rundown. Will try to categorise entries to names but that will take some time, cause I still haven't
figured out how to do it. In the agency Big Billy - Boss, my Creative Director Donna - beautiful bimbo Account Executive Heng - the art director I used to work with Hoe, Mr - my favourite client Jenna - the art director I'm working with now Susan - street smart Group Account Director Tina - my Traffic Manager Tomas - fellow copywriter, confidante Beyond the agency June & Mila - my best gal pals Matt - the guy dating me Minnie & Moe - my guppies Trish - the friend who set me up with Matt *all names have been changed. |
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G-Day Coffee TVC. Scene opens on guy trying to slide down a dry water slide. He gets stuck. He finally manages to squeak all the way down. TVC ends with him savouring a mug of G-Day coffee and the tag "Save water for G-Day coffee". A bit unreal but I love the humour. And the talent, the Each Other actor (I forgot his name), is super. He makes it work. |
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