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That is exactly what my brain is now.

After that horrendous marketing exam today, where I got the most basic of theories wrong. Jumbled all my digits up, and to my horror, was writing pictures in the script itself. Yes, writing pictures. That... Alphabetical symbols that is.

However, there is still this bright end to my day.

Then, i was in the taxi peering out at old, dusty office buildings, motorcycles streaming past this little red cab. Y'know those little moments when you're hardly aware even of your existence. Those lazy little moments where you stare out into blank space and think about... Nothing. 

I do often fall into such trances and i, for some strange reasons, indulge in it. To be one with void.

Right, and then this motorcycle whizzed past the vehicle which i was in. Hmmm, motorcycle. Nothing peculiar. Until i noticed its trunk.

OMG.

OMG.

Ohmyyyyygoshhhhh.

It was a SHAD SH33 Top Case.

You get this feeling. Of self-satisfaction. Well. At least that is, for a first timer like me. When my brain-child was residing on the back of this motorcycle. Its like... Indescribable. Somewhat reminiscent to a kiss planted onto your lips by your high-school romance.

Upon reaching office, I then found out that the SHAD Top Cases arrived... Today morning.

I, frankly, underestimated the efficiency of my distribution network in Johor.

This, is a personal achievement to date. But, the behind-the-stages scenes/processes to bring this product into Malaysia and actually retail it. Finalizing the licensee and licensor agreement. Days spent simultaneously trying to think of a way to break this particular monopoly held by this dominant brand. 

Those were the days. When i went everywhere without a smile and a mood that of a mutinious sailor stuck on a ship. Times when i felt lost. Without enlightenment and support.

But of course, close friends who've shouldered my tantrums. I owe you guys an apology. And a BIG BIG THANK YOU. =)

Of course, theres this little glitch in my personality (Thanks to being a libran). People mistake your confidence as a sign of arrogance.

Im working hard on departments. Attitude, behaviour etc. Towards getting the most basic of all ethnics. Manners and respect. There, the final success would come. Im sure of it.

Marketing exam today was... With luck, a pass. And please, no more discussion of answers. I mean, it's hellish being through it the first time. And the second time when the guys were all discussing about it. Feverish. Anymore of it, I would pack my bags and head over to Reykjavik with some nice Vodka.

Intro to Media. Next. This is sheer torture. Like being forced to watch a never-ending episode of soap oprea. With th cheesy and unprofessional acting on screen. I can do better.

Manfred 

Now, you have basked and manipulated my family members for long enough.

Scram back to Tai1 where you little cunt belong.

Uneducated little motormouth with manners that of a barbarian.

You might be eleven but you strike me as someone with manners that of... Pardon me, you have none.

I find it amusing that within a year, my power of concentration seems to have... Faded... Completely.

Those days in the school library where i fought my mental battles. Books, books and more revision books.

Now, it's difficult. Not to succumb to slumber whenever that horror is flipped open.

Marketing facts are barely absorbed by the mind, i have contracted what i believe, deterioration-of-the-brainitts. Now, who would become my physician and nurse my ailing memory to the pink of health? Hot girls willing to dress in tight nursing uniforms are welcome. =D

Right, heading off for another minute of revision work before surrendering to the impulse of COD4.

Manfred

Dear Mr John,

This is Manfred Ng, your marketing rep of MS0801. We (Me and a couple of others), were wondering if we can have a mini marketing lecture so as to clarify some doubts over the marketing subject before the actual test. 11am Wednesday 13 August
Please do confirm with me asap if this little meeting would be possible, to guide and enlighten us in our quest for aces in the written marketing exam.

Yours truly,
Manfred Ng

Sent at 2327 12th August 2008

Im gonna cut off my head and stuff it nose-first up my ass if my dear marketing lecturer gives me a reply soon. I mean, teacher/lecturers are goody-two-shoes who don't stay up late... Right?

Manfred

The first shipments have arrived and boy, am i excited. The cunning marketing stratagsms to be unveiled.

But still, im stuck at boring reality... Flipping through the pages of the thick Media Marketing Management book, to absorb non-existent facts, then the one after, Intro to media.

I should be thankful instead. Im having two major examinations while a couple of friends are having twice of that, maybe even more.

But i shouldn't be concerned too much, should i?

A world of pretence, books nor academics covers that. How?

Now i know, a library is made up of petty and brainwashed people.

People who knows no other than the hushing sign, think finger-to-lips .

Wasteful lives they lead.

Manfred

Sharpening the blade for the umpteenth time, he smiled to himself," serving the Purpose".

The perfect art of backstabbing. An act lost in the centuries. A skill he encountered by accident. And which, he puts to refining.

You leave me with no choice.

When the mind goes haywire, it thinks:

Arsenal 3- 2 Ajax

YK's talking to me in msn.

its ManfredNg.com from now on.

Sleep eludes me. Like a game of hide-and-seek

I have missed gym for 2 weeks. 2 WEEKS!

And, a world of pretence. Where vile sinful acts are committed at leisure.

Now, im gonna join Mum on the couch. Quality family bonding time, with the TV.

Manfred

Now, if it wasn't clear, what was it.

One of the finest brain-storms ever. A stroke of inspiration that struck me past midnight in Max's humble abode.

And you... You all had to ruin it by scrutinising my idea for errors.

I believe that there were no problems with my ideal advert itself but in me, where I, can never satisfy the demands of... Everybody.

Sometimes I do wonder, what else more can I improve in. My attitude, the candy-giving Santa Claus, the bitchiness. 

Politics. A nasty mind game among humans.

Now, unhappiness reign. And, You, You must be feeling a tinge of delight. The experience of seventh heaven. Well congratulations. For, yes, you. Made me upset. With your unique talent for sarcasm, or rather criticism.

To top it all off, 3 Cs for my ICAs has made this week, a bottomless pit of my emotions.

Have you ever tried to fit in? In situations where you find yourself unwelcome from top-to-toe. Your friends find you a bore, they barely acknowledge your presence...

The back is turned. Cat-calls, insults and bitching are done the instant you turn your back upon your friends. You find yourself staring at your sneakers, wishing you were a thousand miles away from your current venue.

I give up. Im no angel but... You, are the devil. The dark side of humanity. A pain in my ass. And although I do admit that im not whiter then white, this political game... Has been a roller coaster ride through horror.

Now marketing exams are due on 19th August. The only word that motivates me. Study.

Well, that is. As long as i can keep myself from getting distracted by the laptop. Games. And outdoor activities.

Manfred

Hate is a strong word. And, you fill me with repulse.

It is 15 minutes to midnight.

Adam and D came over. Jusco then Edens. The Zone. The entire afternoon was spent over, boozeing, lame jokes, discussion of great things to be fulfilled. Duty-free beer is still the best. Cheap equals to love. RM40 for 2 jugs of Carlsberg.

Now life would be simpler had the world been rid of parasites. But thats why you need armed enforcement... Right? 

Despite countless promises and limitations to myself,

That marketing book remains untouched.

Gym has been missed for 2 weeks.

Readership has gone down by a thousand since last month.

Now, I'm gonna sleep on the lush carpet with D hogging the sofa-bed, getting some vital sleep and turn up for group meetings tomorrow. (Sheesh, and Mr Azhar said it was a holiday)

Oh, and if insomnia lurks, that Blue Nun i have been saving since 2002 would be... Enjoyed. (:

Manfred

The day was spent, racking brain-cells for checkpoint taxes. A really hard time trying to make sense of it. If any.

So, right now, the need for a chill. I was browsing through mischellanious stuffs stored in my lappie, you know, old emails, chat logs, photos, games, videos. And this, made me smile.

Its not about Melvin anyway FYI.

Alright now im gonna read up some random article about Form E.

How about law article 1, section 3, clause 37.

Under Manfred's 1337 law,

Any item/object of any kind imported in bulk by Messr Manfred Ng Puh Jinn can be exempted from taxes of any sort.

Manfred

Life Lesson Learnt: Never buy Panasonic

Alright, why not?

Well, my environment now is actually at sub-zero temperature. And that is because that Panasonic air-conditioner is turned on at full-blast.

My Panasonic tape broke. For my first dramatic productions.

And the name's taken from Sony. pana-SONIC(SONY).

Right. these are in-adequate reasons to convince people to switch. But still.

I haven't spend the night in such crazy fashion. Concocting self-made cocktails. Raspberry Vodka and Sprite is barely drinkable, but i had a wager with Derrick i could drink more than him. He lost. So there, we spent the night chilling around Esplanade though. A night walk like no other. From Kallang to the mega-durian. Our soles were achings with blisters though the madness which teenage-hood brings along kept us going. There, our destination was a sight to behold. Watching the sun-rise (although i was sleeping) and various other pranks we played on one-another. Haha.

Well, that's because.

Happy Birthday Min Hui. Adam.

Midnight is approaching. Now, sleep, don't neglect me. I need you more than ever. In my battle against insomnia.

Manfred

I watched Dark Knight for two nights in a row. At a time where money doesn't come by easily. Come to think of it, I should have downloaded it on Derrick's laptop and watched it. Thereafter, distribute it to buyers keen to buy this piece of art from me for a little token. For, I, am an ambitious pirate.

Grades for ICAs have been received. I, am pleased at how my academics results are... It looks more reasonable currently. But still, more hard work due for me. Work is not a gift. And im sticking with this. Media students are simply, overworked, Over-dilligent and NOT PAID. Cometh the days when I, le boss, shall rest his legs upon the table, perched, barking orders at those poor workers then taking a sip out of the coconut.

ICA4 filming has been to-date, one of the best ever. Although i could not bellow any orders. (Reduced to whimpering 3,2,1 [Rolling on tape] GO). Course, once editing has been done, it would be uploaded upon Vox. Recollections now.

- All of us, ten++ walking vetebrates, took public transport from school to the venue of filming. (I promised i could get a car) =((

- It was then, raining cats and dogs.

- We got drenched

- I stole a trolley from NTUC Fairprice. =X  [But, im quite sure some kind soul has returned it, for a dollar. X)]

- Filming is expensive. (When you buy everybody lunch)

- Knowledge was absorbed. And after some magical memorising by the mind, it has become a recollection. I shall be able to summon up video-recording at will. You jam buttons with your fingers till you reach the desired effect. Sort of like a toddler with an object.

- I know how to get a MC even without feeling sick.

- Teamwork s important.

Well, the list goes on and on and on and..... Of course, credits would be divided and shared. Some people more, one person less. 

Teenagehood. The wildest point of various people's life. It is, for me. All those late-night walks, jokes and pranks etc. It has become... A part where, I, actually have... Freedom. Doing whatever i want. But, without forgetting what the basic ethical values of life. The fundamental expectations which one can place upon him/herself. The responsibilities shouldered. The real marketing test is arriving. I can't wait. Whatever strategies learnt would be used in this cold and cruel marketing reality.

When Manfred is 60 years old, he would like to reflect on the past with pride and tell tales to family and friends of his experiences and acheivements, even if failed. Rather... Than sitting at a corner and whine about how he should have done this or that. 

I would not want this column to be polluted by adverts but I would like to announce that.

I DO HAVE SOME "LOBANGS" FOR T-SHIRTS. PLEASE DO CONTACT ME IF YOU ARE INTERESTED. 

Ok, I had my rant.

And come SATURDAY (In less than 2 hours). It is the weekend, and have I ever told anybody how beautiful Sentosa really is? The sun, sea and friends. What more can you demand for from enjoyment? And of course, the movie Red Cliff, would be devoured hungrily by my eyes thereafter.

Now, time to work on some fantasy reality TV show such that I would have some rubbish to show the teachers that I have been slogging hard all along.

Manfred

who sincerely apologises to Maximillian Pealleon Ng Zheng Yu for being crude