Merdeka = X-Wing!

To commemorate Malaysia’s Independence Day, I bought an X-Wing Lego set.

Okay, the purpose of purchasing it might be a bit off, but it’s been completed!  According to Matthew, the set is relatively old, and it’s RM 260 price tag was worth it, seeing how it’s original price was a lot steeper back in the day.  I’m quite pleased with myself, especially when you consider that it also includes 5 mini-figurines.  On top of that, I also grabbed a classic Darth Vader and Stormtrooper key chain, along with a Force Unleashed-edition Vader.  Wootage!

(Click on the thumbnails for the bigger Forcetastic goodness!)

Kiasuness Cafe.

As a ground rule, it’s always a nice gesture to actually buy a drink at Starbucks before sitting down to use the Wi-Fi.  Or at the very least, just get up off your seat after setting up to buy a drink.

Fricking kids.  If you’re wealthy enough to own a nifty netbook, I’m quite sure you could spare 5 quid to buy yourself a black Americano.

Sigh.  Everybody wants to outdo each other in terms of Chinkyness.

I don’t want to sleep in tomorrow.

I’m not too keen on making plans, especially when it’s on a holiday — you could probably try to construct the itinerary for an action-packed day, but you’d most likely be sleeping in for half the day before anything were to start.  That’s actually quite sad, because there’s no doubt that it’s bound to be an incredibly hot and sunny day (at least in Kuala Lumpur), and there really is a lot to do.

It’s moments like these that make me wish I was living in Kota Kinabalu — the beach isn’t that far away.  It probably won’t give anyone that quirky cosmopolitan feel that somewhere such as Melbourne might give, but it’s got it where it counts.  I could always try my luck in Singapore, but I doubt that they’d like me much…and I doubt that I’d like them much, either.

I always complain about how my weekdays feel incredibly routine, but they have to be — I suppose it’s better to be a creature of routine when it comes to work.  Our problem would probably stem from finding things to do during the weekend; life revolves around eating and shopping.


Long live Junk!

I think every self-respecting Malaysian muso-wannabe has wanted to have written for Junk.  I wouldn’t call Junk Malaysia’s answer to Rolling Stone — it’s more of a hotwash of a junior version of Spin and every urban lifestyle magazine you can think of.  Either way, Junk recently wrapped up its physical publication history with a last issue, and will now be totally web-based.

I applied for a position with Junk almost a year ago, and took another look at the cover letter that I’d written them, which I think was quite brilliant — to an extent.  However, you’ll probably note that this is a good example of what not to write in a cover letter, unless the position calls for it.  By the way, I didn’t get the job.  I was actually quite gutted about that.

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Wednesday, 21st October, 2009

Ian Tai

M: 016-3957689

W: / /

To the Powers-That-Be At Junk Magazine!

It’s been a long time since I wrote one of these, so please excuse my giddiness!  A bird on the grapevine told me that you were looking for a new writer (I thanked the bird and then subsequently ate it).

I hope that I somewhat fit the bill.  After all, I can write, and I like money, so why can’t I write for money?  But don’t just take my word for it!  (Though if you did, this would be much easier.)

I’ve attached some pieces that I’d done during my stint as Subeditor in Chief of Lust Magazine, and you can also read what I have to say and find out more about me at (which might seem like a bit of a morose read, but on the bright side, you can also listen to my own songs, ready-made for AOR!).

I have experience in being an Account Executive in advertising, as well as in event management and co-ordination, which, by right, should make me a well-rounded, organized individual.  But I’d like to take up a new challenge that isn’t related to client servicing; after all, a job that involves writing and music would make me more contented, rather than a job that involves me trying to make everybody else more contented.

Favourite acts: U2, Coldplay, Oasis, Travis, The Beatles, The Stones, Jamiroquai, Bon Jovi (I’m sorry, but it’s true), Stereophonics, Third Eye Blind, RHCP and Aerosmith.  And me.

My pet peeves: bittergourds and baldness.

My bad bits: I pick my nose very often; I sometimes talk in a funny accent that makes me look pretentious (I swear, it’s not put on!); I play Abbey Road once a day just to annoy people; I can’t get into the office any earlier than 9:30 a.m. on a day of good traffic; I’m quite fat.

My good bits: I love music; I’m anal when it comes to grammar and punctuation; I like to contribute to a group dynamic to make it more…dynamic; like Donna Summer, I work hard for the money; I like to catch up on my daily events and pop culture oddities; I’m quite willing to make an ass out of myself for the Greater Good.

I’m quite sure that there’re a lot of others who’re lapping this opportunity up.  What sets me apart is my sizeable girth and receding hairline.

Anyway, I’d just like to thank you for your time for reading this!

Yours sincerely,
Ian Tai

(Please hire me and make Mrs. Tai proud of her son.  All she’s ever wanted to do was to see me write.)

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Oh, well.  Memories!

Emails = Cold, Hard, Unfeeling. Just like penises.

Click to see it in its full glory!

I know you can’t really see it, but this is the automated response that AirAsia gave me after I inquired if it’d be possibly to either pay for a transfer for a flight name or to re-book a current flight.

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Dear Foo Hing Tai ,

Thank you for your feedback. Please rest assured that we have looked into your case matter and are in the process of resolving it as soon as we possibly can. We will also contact you IF there is a need for further clarification.

We thank you once again for your time and patience.

The airline that cares,


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Such a great, warm, personal touch.  It’s good to know that I’ve got a fancy, long case number!

I’m hoping to hear from them soon (I’m too shy to receive calls).