Fuck

Fuck me, right in my fuckin brain.


SHIT!

mind in the gutter

Yes, I'm alive. I'm just working too much.

You know how it feels when you stumble upon an interesting blog and you start wondering why you've been abandoning yours, it's probably best if you just updated a little so people would know that you're still alive and kicking.

Hi, you reading? :)

Let me pour you a drink.

Time's a huge issue these days. I'm not as busy as everyone assumes but the schedule is as tight as it can get. But lately it's all been good (except the fact that I was sick and got two jabs on the ass by a lady doc).

Filmed a music video a week ago, I hope no one would ever see that. It's probably going to be aired just once anyway. And then I went up to Berjaya Hills, previously known as Bkt Tinggi (admit it, it's quite a dumb name) to help promote this online wedding contest titled Love Me 'Do.

I'd have preferred Love Me 'Do Me. I don't know.

My very much belated Birthday party.

It's a Sunday. I went to a club called Marketplace last night. Total gay hangout. You can bat those eye lashes and feel a queer's neck. Not that I have anything against it. But I have nothing good to say about this either. It's sorta like La Queen without the queens, it's all about beefed up bears dancings and some rich-and-famous designers socializing with, well, gay men.

Met this bunch of med students. Got myself interested in a (relatively) young boy who seems to have more things to share than he's letting out. I'd have really liked him if I were still in college. Working takes my life away.

BUT THANK GOD FOR ANNUAL LEAVES.

I managed to take a few days off next week so I'll be running off to Krabi Island with the folks. It's a much needed break, trust me. When I come back, I'll be tanned, sexed up and better than ever. My batteries need to be recharged, and a few days on the beach and some good old diving and swimming around and jungle trekking might do just the trick.

When I get back, I'll have to finish off as much work as possible and run off to Perth, Australia for a travel documentary. Joining me is a very cool cameraman so things look promising from here. I can't wait to meet up with some friends. Of course, the fact that I've never been there before makes it that much more exciting.

How was your month?



Kev C.

88th on 080808

Welcome.

This is the new unchamories, condensed into an unimaginative 'ucmrs'. I did not give myself too much time when I changed the URL a few months ago. Let's not go into details and may the bygones stay in the past.

Oh, before I really put everything behind, the name 'unchamories' made famous by ME has been taken by another blogger. I'm not sure who and I do not care, but if I do find out, I'll ask the person why he/she took it. Nothing more than fleeting curiosity, I'd say.

I was reading CJ's blog a while ago, don't ask me why. I did not read in between the lines or even pay much attention to the pictures. I just read about what he wrote, perhaps just like the way you'd read my stuff, you read, but you hardly register. And if you do, 'oh, okay'.

After I read a few more blogs, I missed my own. And I came back. I'm not sure how often I'd stop by or what I'll inject into the new ucmr, but it's good to be back. It feels like home, to me.

I turned 21 two days ago in an airport of a foreign country. A grade 8 typhoon was raging outside and my flight was delayed by 13 hours. My ridiculous (it's beyond stupid) SIM card does not support international roaming and I missed every single one of my birthday wishes. So you can probably imagine what everyone's reaction was when I came back a day late.

I missed my own birthday party, damn weather.

But still, being 21 means I'm officially an adult now. One who's going to have to take matters into his own hands and be aware of his responsibilities. There's no going back. And I'm not too sure what is ahead of me in the industry but I'm rather eager to find out.

Let's see what happened in the past few months.

***RECAP***

Jasmine and I left Venus after it ended.
She went to college, I went to the Breakfast Show.

The Breakfast Show team at the BIG 10 Party.
Jess Wan Ying, Syafique, Sheila, Adam & the new guy.

Shaz's birthday ambush was quite a surprise.
Even for the ambushers.

Another ambush target: Joveena Francis.

Group performance at KL Tower.

Acting workshop with Sazzy Falak & Ashraf Sinclair.
And of course the beautiful Aishah.

That's it. Congrats to Henry for making it to becoming the new host for Quickie. Congrats to Sariah for getting a new travel show. Congrats to anyone who has had great news lately. Congrats to me for coming back.

Happy birthday,
Kevin C.

.previously on Venus.

i'm going to work, honey

I start work as an Executive Broadcast Journalist starting next Tuesday at The Breakfast Show. The money wasn't there. Slightly more than 2k but as everyone keeps telling me, that's pretty swell for a diploma fresh grad with only one month of working experience on an ended show. Gargh, I'll have to watch my spendings. No more 1,399 jackets. It's time to save money.

It's still okay I suppose, if TV doesn't work out (which it so will), I'll move over to PR considering how much contacts I've already got and Selina Yeop Jr offered such nice pay. (ha-ha) And for HR contract, I get to enjoy unlimited medical benefits and also get bonuses and all that crap. AND I get to travel to a lotta places with the TBS team. So gawd, please make this worthwhile.

Damn, passion is a bitch sometimes.

Well, this is the new Kevin. Fingers crossed everything will go well. If all things go well, I'll be living like a king in 5 years. If things don't go well, 8 years. Hahah!



Ganbateh, bitches.
Kev C.

i was still new okay!

This was such a funny episode. It's not exactly a bad one, but it's not up to our normal standards either. I think Sariah took a huge risk when she let me run the story all by myself when it was actually one of my first self-produced episodes.

Look at her face, she looked so unsure! Hahahahah!!

Go on, laugh your asses off =(




Blah blah blah,
Kev C.

.people all come together.

I hardly pray these days, but when I do,
I ask for the serenity to accept the things I cannot change.
The courage to change the things I can.
And the wisdom to tell the difference.

*

I cringed when I heard you say 'I love you'. We hardly know each other. We didn't talk for any more than 20 minutes before we got down to business. And the only thing we had in common, was the timing we shared when it comes to ejaculating. And boy, that was a climax I wish I never had. Especially if I had known that love was anywhere near the corner of your mind.

The next day when I woke up, I almost forgotten exactly how you look like. The only thing on my mind was work, and two shoots in a row that would require me to memorize a lot of words. You see, being an intern at a TV station that is short in manpower directly translate into being a legal staff that doesn't get the pay that would be legally agreed upon. You get up at nine and work your behind off until late evening and you get dinner, get cleaned up, and get laid. And by that, I mean getting sleep.

So it would actually be rather crazy of me to stay if the producer thought a puny amount of salary would prevent me from leaving the production. Fortunately, I am not completely stupid. Unfortunately, neither is my producer. But when I approached the executive producer with an amount in my mind, I finally understand that every office has its political drama.

And at the end of that day in the office, it becomes difficult to tell who is on your side. But despite all the drama and disagreements, it would be easier to find friends if one understands that there's only two kinds of coworkers. The ones who care for you, and the ones who couldn't care less.

You see, all over the place, people seek for that connection. The kind that would blossom into friendship. And also the kind that would lead us to the right path. We seek for the company we so desperately yearns for. And we hope that someday, someone would be there for us. But what needs to be made clear is that nothing lasts forever, and the ones who know this best, are the ones who want to be left alone.

Pictures from work and around:

Datuk Dr Aziz, the head Gynecologist in Malaysia,
Bernie Chan and Kevin in a bright shirt.

Saiful The Great, the editor who does all the work.

Meet Sariah, my producer who does not come across
as a great boss, but does a great job as a friend.

And Sam was there too with the PR members
who were in charge of the huge Venus cross-over.

The people who love their fags.

And the people who love to pose.

I look like such a sepet.

Making the gays out of my editor and studio director.

Super team members!

Oh wait, this is not from work now is it?

Jasmine was the director of the Football Lingo
episode. But she didn't want to be on screen.

Adele came to Venus to talk about her near death experiences.

And Sam came to help me with another shoot I directed.

Then people all fall apart,
Kev C.