The entry of the fiery fiesty fierce FLY! *Piak!*

Have you noticed that advertisements currently make up 3/4 of the pages in a newspaper? Despite that, I'm not here to complain. Instead, I *HEART* advertisements! They'll tell you the biggest offers, discounts and sales out there to look out for, the cheapest travel destinations to plan out for, or the current events I should be heading or looking out for in the week. Advertisement shapes my life!


But some advertisements just rub us the wrong way. Welcome Firefly! The new budget carriers to enter the rapidly increasing budget aviatory industry. It is the first budget carrier that flies you from Singapore to the lesser known, or smaller states and cities in Malaysia. Hence, in the effort to establish and inform travellers of their special routes, the marketing team in Firely came out with these:

Come explore the BACKyard of Malaysia!

And to captivate the attention of short getaway travellers, the brilliant team had yet did it again, only F.I.E.R.C.E.R and desperate?

Who needs a QUICKIE? I'm sure their flight attendants are fully trained in that, as the ad suggested. Guaranteed, by the end of the flight, you'll be beaming like a fireFLY.

Firstly, to brand yourself Firefly only lands you in the belly of a Venus flytrap! It's rather believable if it was a comic character. Secondly, it is understood that the market of budget carrier is obviously stiff. A fresh player must be able to know how to pull strings to be on par with the seniors. However, I certainly objected the idea of using sexual connotations and imageries to boost sales of Air tickets. It only translates to signs of desperation or lack of creative and professional marketing strategies. It'll only end up as a joke.

Coincidentally, flight mishaps have been rampant lately. Travellers, will rather trust their flight in the hands of a serious player and not a flight with suggestive, sleazy air cabin crews who are more interested in quickies and shoving their backyards.

The entry of the Angsa

Something funny happened today while in the lift with my sis.

umar: (Sings)...Potong bebek angsa, masak di kuali..eh what's the next line?

shida: Nyonya masak laksa, laksa jadi kari. Mamak di kanan, mamak di kiri, na na na na na.

umar: WAHAHAHAHAHA! Are you sure that's the correct lyrics?

shida: yeaaaah??

CRAP! Whatever happen to the laksa man! What went wrong? Nyonya must be cooking in the wrong town - Little India. Must have mistaken Curry Leaves as daun Pudina.

Anyhoos, in the light of the things that transcended the past week, I had burnt myself by swimming under the hot noon sun and I screwed up my quality english test which apparently is a pre-requisite requirement set by the university. This is to gauge the standard of English of non-GP takers. I personally find it insulting.

Futhermore, I thought it was unjustified to torture us under pressure to write an essay of media violence on the spot without any reference or research in hand. And blimey, the brain is too rusty to pen an essay after two long year hiatus serving National Service.

The fate of my test is still rather obscure. Have to wait a weeks time for the results. Till then, I'm off to screw up my life furthermore.

The entry of the peasant.

I'm very contented with what I have and how I lead my life. My parents have to be thanked for their strong parental guidance raising me up.

I am able to live without the glamour, car, booze, money, clubs and socialite friends. And I wouldn't want to trade what I have now for those.

I'm very comfortable being the peasant among the rich rebels in my school. I won't fret if I couldn't afford what they could. Nor will I be green about their wealth. Moreover, nor will I loathe their lifestyle or the person he is.

It'll just make me a better, stronger, driven peasant!

The entry with Pitbull

Hehe. Grin. I'm hooked onto Pitbull's I Know You Want Me. hurhurhur.

I usually don't really like regaeton music, BUT the Brazilian has biten me. I'm infected by its viral beats! It's another fresh dance anthem, it's the new Macarena! Heeeeeeeeey Macarena!!! Haiiikkk!!!

Poweeerrr track to jog with! Trust me. I jogged to it and you totally feel seksehhhhhh!!! Oooh! Lol! Just imagine yourself running slow-mo ala Baywatch with this song in the background. Sekseehhhhh rite? Rite? HAHAHA!

And it's definitely the male epitome of Don't Cha. Check out the chorus

"I KNOW you want me, want me
You know I wan cha, wan chhHHAAAAA"

Ok. The last bit I exaggerated it to make it more sekseeehhhh!!!