LIFE

...is definitely going to take a turn for the better. You know how life is when you know that somehow you have been preparing for that one big break, that one big thing to happen to you where the whole of your life will be altered. My future will depend on this move, how it will be shaped and molded will depend on what happens through the decisions that we make. I am not talking about marriage ladies and gentleman... I am talking about business that might... it just might, enable me to afford many things that I have only dreamt of getting.

I am going to bankrupt BOSTON with some friends!!

A couple of people here and there did ask me a couple of time now and then as to why my blog has been idle for some time which somehow makes me feel a little unimportant because when I say a couple, I meant one, maybe two at most, or maybe twice by the same person. Well, some of you know why and it's better to keep it that way. So, my dear friends, or the people who still drop by every once in a while, how have you been? It's so nostalgic, those days when my readers weren't just you who were reading but the whole 8 to 10 of you, add one more and we have got ourselves a football team. Times changed, priority changed, circumstances changed and even the way circumcisions are done has also changed and so have I. I realised people around me changing and the good thing about this revelation is that I see everyone changing to better themselves, empowering themselves and realising what a fuck nut they had been and what a fuck nut they had been hanging around with me. For the latter, I hope that they would remain that fuck nut that have helped me through so much and maybe at times, used my shoulder excessively to dry their tears, used me to vent their anger and the latest addition, hitting me when I look at her suggestively while laughing to herself. Girls are hard to fathom.


What happened of late? Just some updates. Kicked back some absinthe at an event and am pretty sure gonna be kicking back somemore tonight at the launch of the event. 68% of liver destroying alcohol level, sugar cube drenched with the sinful poison and then burned and consumed. 3 simple steps to meeting that little green fairy. If by then you do not see her, you repeat that 3 steps until you do... or pass out, which then you should try again when you awaken. Last Friday, after work, I proceeded to BOSTON@Solaris to attack the Tigers. You see, BOSTON has this promotion where the first bottle will set you back RM23 but the subsequent bottles will only costs 50 cents each. I had 10 and Werny Boy had a dozen. In all fairness, he was there earlier than me and so had a head start. Lasting only from 6 - 9 pm, we had about 4 more jugs after the promotion ended with Shel, Stephen (SPF) and Lola.

Just last Saturday, we were in Cafe Cafe to celebrate a friend's brithday and the food there was great with a beautiful ambience. Foie Gras there was one of the best I had in Malaysia. The price did drain my cash but I'm not trying to say that they are expensive, it's just that I ordered the expensive stuff. It was worth it though.

I will be in Krabi for a short holiday soon... sun, sea and beaches... ahhh. I wonder how much I will miss civilization. Hopefully I will be able to organise another rafting session again, this time with the girls. Well my friends, I guess that's about it.

Au Revoir.


p/s: During one event, there were actually 2 people who thought that I was gay... WHAT??



I have no idea how that came about and that was the first time they saw me. Oh well, just so you know, I am still with the same person, hard as it is to believe.

HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!!!

Well, before the holiday season hits us and get us all drunk and poor (through gambling of course), I would like to wish all of you a Happy Chinese New Year. There are many wishes that I have up my sleeves but since I am wearing short sleeved shirt today, I only have a few of which I can pull out.

Wishing everyone the greatest of fortune and may prosperity shine on you in every way possible earning you great money, great friendships, great career, great sex and all things great.



mucho mucho love,
-Charles Chen-

same new me

The feeling of being recognized always brings forth a sense of accomplishment and fulfillment. You feel that you have somehow proven your self worth but it does not justify your importance of your working virtue as the saying goes, 'no one knows what goes on behind closed doors'. It does make me proud however, that someone realize the work that I am doing and the change that I am trying to achieve. It is never easy and I doubt that it will ever be easy to fully comprehend what goes on in another person's mind and thus not understanding how people view you. I have been someone who cared tremendously about how people think of me, as many would know, I do not exactly have angelic impression on others.

There are times that I look back at all the things that went on in my life. Previous relationships, broken friendships, rebelling against my parents; safe to say, I am not exactly a role model. I do try to change and thus far, I guess that I have made the best of me out of me. People change and we often hear others say " We should change for ourselves and not because people expect us to change". It's true. We change some point in our lives because we know that the actions that we have taken somehow influenced someone else's life. That someone might have cried because of you, that someone might have had her heart broken, that someone might have lost faith in certain things, lost faith in friendships. We change because of the effects that we have on other people, effects that brings pain. I have changed much just because of that, because I have dented the otherwise good life of other people.

Back to the point, sorry that I went way over the topic. I am not someone who is vain, not to an extreme at least, but I love recognition. Recognition of my work, recognition from my peers. Men's Folio did an interview about me, writing about my contributions to my company. I am extremely flattered and just thought of sharing.

Bottoms of many bottles; Candles on a cake

I was asked a few times by a few people on how it felt turning 25. To be very honest, I felt nothing. It was just another day, another weekends full of drinks and crazy antics. My initial thought was that I would be in a more somber mood reaching that quarter century mark but it felt different. I felt energized as if I am moving on to a new phase of my life. I am now officially in my mid-20s and it feels as if I am officially an adult. I have no i
dea how that benchmark came along but I guess that's just the way I feel. My birthday this year felt great as there were many friends celebrating with me and I am sorry I could not invite everyone as there was a max number of people that 8 bottles could bring in. We were in Italiannies earlier for dinner as I very well know what the consequences are for me drinking on an empty stomach. Dinner was great with a few people, mainly telling me how I am gonna be fucked and also how my four appointed Guardian Angels a.k.a Substitute drinker would betray me. Yes, they did betray me. I celebrated it in Scarlet and by 10pm, I was already there. My 3 tables were empty and it did feel a little weird but people started pouring in by 11pm. The bottles of Henessy were diminishing one by one and then crazy people began doing crazy things. Some bought flaming and some bought graveyard and its not usual for me to decline drinks but those were poisons. It was scary even by my standards, which by the way, is not that high. There were endless birthday toasts and drinks were even forced down my throat at some point and that was done by one of my appointed guardian. The night was fun with many many crazy things happening.
I have this minor problem. When I am drunk, I will not know what happens and I will go around kissing everyone and this condition is not even sex biased. When I say I kiss everyone, it means girls and guys. I wish I could control this behaviour but apparently I can't. Controlling it in the sense that I will only kiss the girls and not stop kissing altogether. Many pictures were taken and some were a little weirder than the rest. Most of my friends are used to pictures with my tongue sticking out so that is nothing new. I won't upload those pictures here and if you guys are interested, those pictures will be in my facebook account. So until then, thank you all for your wishes and take care.

Cheers!

And the booze keeps pouring in

The past weekend was definitely great. First off there was the NTV7's 10th anniversary held in KL Convention Centre. It was a grand event, grand because there was a free flow of champagne and it does not matter what champagne it is be it moet or dom perignon or veuve cliquot, it was good. Free flow is always good. I did not get drunk that night though most probably due to the fact that I was walking here and there, in and out. The best parties are always those parties when you meet a lot of people that you know and when you have attended enough events, that would no longer be a problem as you will most probably bump into the same group of people over and over again. Theme that night was Black and Gold and it is always very easy for a guy, all you need is a black shirt and a gold tie and you are set for the evening. Girls had it easier because they were either in all black or all gold. Jien was the host for the night with performances by the guy who took off his shirt and kena fucked by our government and also a few others. I am sorry if I do not know all of them ok? I was reacquainting myself with Ms. Champagne which looks very sexy in the flute. Met up with a few of my ex-colleagues from Mindshare and it was great to catch up. I mean, it was great that they still talked to me after all the little incidents that happened involving me and some people from the opposite sex, creating a name for myself. Not in a good way. The night ended for me after I won a bottle of Henessy from them through a lucky draw. They had all these names with numbers beside them on a gigantic screen notifying you what you have won. My number on screen that night? 88. I think I have a special something with this number. Went home to sleep quite early that night, before 2am definitely and woke up relatively early the next morning. Had an appointment. I inked myself again. I used to have this scorpion tattooed on my left arm and it was always ridiculed for having nine legs. That was a thing of the past. Scorpion is gone. It is now replaced by a half finished tribal tattoo which after 40 days, will have to go through touching up and final touches.

If you look closely, you can still make out the shape of the scorpion

The whole process including drawing too about 2 hours and the picture above is taken on the night after the tattoo was done. It was painful but definitely bearable since this is not the first time I have gotten myself a tattoo.

The picture above was taken at the Henessy Artistry event and this brings me to the final part of this post. This is said to be and I believe it to be true, the biggest Henessy Artistry event ever held here. MACHI and Flo Rida was brought down and the opening act was done by Pop Shuvit. The whole night, Henessy was everywhere. Held in Bukit Kiara Equestrian Park, the whole hall was segregated to Henessy Miami, Paris, Shanghai and KL I think and of course there is the general space in the middle. One of the best parties that I have been to but its been a long time since I got drunk to the level I could not walk.

Until the next time. Take care.

Just a short (hopefully) update about myself

It's been sometime since I have blogged about anything. I guess that I have gotten bored of blogging as it is a platform that I have created with my own two hands for people to bombard me and label me many terms that I find very offensive. Reason one, they do not understand why I am doing what I am doing. Reason two, they could be jealous of where I am right now. Reason three, they are just assholes with no life and thus succumb to meddle with the happenings of others. I have been attending many events lately from media events to club launchings to launching of fashion labels and et cetera. It does take it's toll but one thing good about event would have to be the free flow (in this case, alcohol) and of course the chance to do some networking. Events would be aplenty this time around and I have only made it a point to attend events if there are people that I would like to meet or if I feel like drinking, which, sadly for my kidney, happens to be very often. I have blogged before about me getting acquainted with some Malaysian models and actors and I did have a few hang-out session with them. I bump into them from time to time at events and launches and so dropping by to say hi, have a few chat, tap on the shoulder pat on the back would be very customary but I have been labeled not only as a groupie and a celebrity-wannabe but as a gay. This is definitely new. New and kind of offensive. Do not be mistaken, I am not homophobic in any way but just the fact that I am hanging out with certain people will make me gay, that kind of judgment is definitely out of line and very pathetic.

Recently had an outing with the people from TimeOut KL and some friends from Nike, Hilton, Haaper's Baazar and also Malay Mail. We went and got re-acquainted with nature in our adrenaline fueled white water rafting expedition. I remember sleeping at 3am the night prior to the outing and woke up at 5.30am as we were supposed to meet at Burger King in Hartamas at 7. I reached 15 minutes before time and the sky was dark and so I strolled to the 7-11 there and got myself some coffee and then only I realised that I left my phone at home. I panicked and I realised how dependent we are on technology. Back to the story, we took off in 3 cars and started out journey to Kuala Kubu Baru and the trip was just so fucking awesome. Richard, the editor a.k.a Boss of TimeOut crew was driving in front, leading us and he was a maniac on the road. Sudden switch of lanes and overtaking on single lane traffic. The whole experience would be better if the water level was a little higher but all in all, a very good trip.

Then there was the Newman event and as always, it is always great. If you guys remember, I actually blogged about the event last year. Last year's event was held in the open area in front of Cineleisure and Laundry Bar. This year however, they chose to conduct it in Bar Savahn Too in Mont Kiara. The one thing similar would definitely be this dude who's the emcee for the past two years.


Yup, that's Wern Shen there. Last year he was in his own suit and this year he was wearing someone else's suit. Someone called Ted Baker, think it's his friend or something. That night was overflowing with Guinness and I had myself 15 odd glasses and just one glass of Martell. I won an ESPRIT watch worth RM660 in the lucky draw contest and the whole night was just great. I did what I did last year. I threw Underwear at people from the stage and have them jump up in the air for it. It was bloody great. This year was a little different though as I asked some friends to join me on stage to throw the undies.

















Will Quah, Kenny Sia and Alan Yun was on stage with me. Peter Davis, Justin Chan (Hoong Fai from Cempaka a.k.a Wei Yu's brother), Adrian Loh and Kit Mah was also there on the balcony throwing some undies. Daniel Tan was supposed to join us but he could not make it at the very last minute. Joey G had to leave early and so missing out on the fun. Kenny was a load of fun. That dude unwrapped one piece and wore it outside and took another unwrapped piece and stuffed it into his pants. That was the very last piece of underwear thrown into the crowd for the first session and everyone was screaming for it.

Just last week, we were at the launching of Ministry of Sound in Sunway Hotel. I did not really fancy the whole concept but it was fun meeting up with so many familiar faces. Oh well, there are many more events but I will abruptly end the post here as I have got work to do. Alright then, until the next time I blog, ciao.

The Angel of Death

I can still vividly remember the voice that woke me up in the wee hours of Sunday morning. Mother was knocking on my door, telling me that it was raining and that I should keep all the electrical appliances off the ground. My only reply was that I have shut all the windows and dozed off again. Within my consciousness and sleep, I felt a presence in my room. It felt colder than usual and I knew that there was something amiss. I did not dare to open my eyes wide to see who, or what was lurking in my room but I had to know. I had to know what was causing me to lose sleep and tremble. I have had a really tiring night as a few friends and I partied from about 8 until 3am that morning. Sleep to me was crucial but my eyes would not shut. Something inside me told me that my life was about to change. I could only manage a peek through the crevice of my blanket and there it stood. It was the darkest being that I have ever laid eyes on. It was Death itself. I was afraid. The appearance of Death could only mean that a life would be taken. I was trembling and fear embraced me so tightly that I could hardly breathe. Then all went dark.

I woke up the next morning feeling fine and thought of the night before as nothing but a mere dream. I woke up with a puddle of water right in the middle of my room. I thought of it as strange. I brushed it off and went for my shower and breakfast. 2 hours passed since I woke up and I walked over to my phone to check for any calls that I have had missed. I fell on my knees. What I saw the night before was real. A life was taken. Nokia was dead. My N76 was dead. She was drenched in a pool of rain and no phone, no matter how strong, would survive that long submerged in water. I panicked and was heart broken. She was not even a year old. She was so young. Her demise brought me much grief and I guess this is where we say farewell.

Goodbye Dear N76

I knew that I had to get back on my feet and move on. She served me well while she did but I could not live without a phone. I walked around aimlessly for the whole day wondering how my life would be without this piece of technology and I realised that it was impossible for me to have to go through another day without this piece of equipment. Then, I did what any sane man would do. I got a new phone. It was not as sleek and sexy as my N76 but it was not supposed to be. I got a man this time. Dark, mysterious and touch screen technology equipped, he prides himself as being one of the best with a 5.0 megapixel camera and an ISO800 image stabilizer, holding a 2 gigabyte micro SD card from my N76, her spirit is instilled in him. His name is Viewty.

Welcome to the family Viewty

This is where a whole new chapter begins.



p/s: Since the visit of Death, IT not only took away my Nokia but also a lot of numbers. So please mail me your numbers k?

My very first magic trick.

Well... I have always known that I am gifted in many ways and this my friend, is how awesome I am. We were at the Pavilion Redbox Plus and to tell you the truth, it was awesome. The rate that they charge is a little higher compared to others but at RM60 per pax, you get to sing from 9pm to 3am and you still have an hour for your buffet dinner. We were there to celebrate a friend's birthday and the crazy laughter that you hear, that would be from Daniel.

Thanks to David for uploading the video.

Pardon me if I stared...

Not too long ago I posted up something in regards to me unintentionally staring at a friend's boobs. I did not mean to do it on purpose but as men, there are some things that you just cannot control. We always marvel at this great God's creation that can grab a man's attention instantly if revealed. Not all guys know how to appreciate it but for those who does, I now know why men find so much interest in boobs. IT FUCKING SAVES OUR LIVES.





So please, next time you see me staring, I was just lowering down my blood pressure.

How am I doing?

It has come to a point where I wonder how I am really performing at my job. Am I good? Am I moderate? Am I not up to par? I really wish I knew. I have always pride myself to be someone who is intelligent but I have reached a junction where I do not know how much change I have actually brought to the company. How successful are my campaigns? The ideas that I have, do they work? I need someone to judge my work and tell me whether what I am doing is right or wrong. I need someone who will tell me how or what I can do to improve what I am already doing. All the ideas that I have, I will throw it pass my dad beforehand and ask his opinions and more often than not, he will hit me with all the drawbacks that I have never realized existed. He is good in that way. He is able to see so much deeper into the whole idea that I wish I could do the same. I am someone who is over-confident and at times, over-optimistic, thinking that whatever I do will be great and I always strive to do things that no one else in the industry has done before.

I admit that I hunger for fame. I hunger for people to recognize my work and my dad realized that. He is afraid that this mentality of mine will be destructive. He once said that with this way of life that I am leading, falling will definitely break me and I believe his words to be true. I do not think that I can go through failure without having my confidence and ego crushed.

On a happier note, I have got the chance to meet up with these few celebrities and my preconception of them being pretentious and stuck up rather amused me when I found out that they were not how I thought of them to be. How shallow. They are just like you and me but more recognisable. I have been out drinking and chatting and clubbing with them and they are just another crazy bunch of people that I can call friends. Well all in all its been really fun. I guess I count my blessings to have the most fun position in my company. The best part of my work is definitely the people that I meet.

Stomped our Neighbour's Yard

We are back from Singapore and although it was really tiring having to coordinate so many things and keeping many things in check, it was bloody fun nonetheless. We were in Singapore for the Singapore Fashion Festival '08 and unlike many fashion shows that you might have had the chance to see, what we did was extraordinary. Most of you guys know me so you should also have guessed that it was a fashion show on underwear. The whole event was called Sex-y in the city and it definitely lived up to it's name for the ladies and also the non-straight-community which I dare say, took up a lot of space in the tent. It was held in front of Ngee Ann city which is mostly refered to us as Takashimaya, in a tent big enough to accomodate 400 people. The whole tent was literally filled with guests, celebrities, people from the media and press and I have no idea who else. It was massive and it was god damn fun.

Day 1

We gathered at Corus Hotel at 9.00am where the Aeroline bus took off and thus began our 5 hours journey. The ride was smooth and most of the people did not sleep. I was walking around with a video camera and bugging everyone until it reaches a point where I realised that Sarah (NEWMAN Magazine) wanted to stuff the vidcam up my ass, that I decided to shut it off and shut the fuck up. They served subway sandwiches on board for breakfast and later during lunch, we had rice and some stuff, I can't really remember what. Everyone was chatting and I think that it was fun, getting to know each other and all that. The journey went on smoothly except for that one time where they had to stop at a second rest area because they forgot to bring those plastic spoons on board and they could not expect people to be eating with their hands. Once we passed the border, everyone was a little more excited, more excited than watching the three movies that we watched on board, Transformer, Tokyo Drift and Into The Blue. Many people from the media was invited and mny of whom I know personally and that made this trip so much easier... in the sense that they can take care of themselves and do not need me to watch over them. Once there, we took another bus which transported us to Grand Hyatt hotel where we checked in and after so many hours, got to rest for a bit.

The room, as expected, was beautiful. Time did not permit us to stay and laze for too long as everyone was expected to meet at the lobby in less than two hours. Some took showers and some didn't and I happened to be the latter. Everyone was changed and waiting when I reached the lobby and they were very much anticipating how the show would turn out.

We walked for about 5 minutes before reaching Ngee Ann City and many already gathered there, awaiting the start of the show and of course, awaiting the star of the show. Marcus Schenkenberg was flown down from New York to model for this event and he is said to be the first male supermodel and by saying that, you might be thinking, "God damn that dude should be old." As a matter of fact he is. Being at 39, he will easily put anyone in his 20s to shame with a physique like his. His requirements were not exorbitant to start with, 5-star hotel with a gym and business class tickets. He was genuinely a very nice person, not that I had the chance to speak with him at lengths but for a few minutes at the after party in ZOUK.

The media people... good thing all the young ones attended
Everyone got their VIP passes and went in. A few Audi were on display and they were breath-takingly beautiful. I have always loved to own one, I am not a greedy person, personally an R8 would do the trick just fine. The show started and eveyone was already in the mood as music filled the hall with an atmosphere likened to what a club feels like. Models appeared one by one and showcased the best that the underwear industry has to offer which is obviously from us.

This my friend is Marcus Schenkenberg

After the fashion show, where the ladies were all visually worn out, trying to zoom in to the crotch area of the models, we headed back to the hotel where we got to change and went for dinner. Dinner was simply magnificent with delicacies ranging from Chinese to Indian to Western to dan lain lain.

After dinner, everyone rested for a little before heading out to ZOUK in a specially chartered bus and that was where all the not so contemporary fun starts. Characters revealed themselves one by one after a whiskey or two. Some slept, some vomitted and some just became loud. I belonged to the last category after the numerous jugs of Long Island Tea that Wern Shen exchanged with the coupons given to us. The night was great and a few of us got the chance to meet up and took pictures with the man who made all the hoo-ha Marcus Schenkenberg.
Well... it was a great experience and from what everyone told me, they are all awaiting the next similar event. If we are going to do it here in KL, I promise you guys that it will be even more captivating that this one. Hey... how can I top something like what was done in Singapore. Remember, I am after all, Charles.

Until next time.

Sicker than peanut butter and shit sandwich...

The year 2008 has not been kind to me thus far. In terms of health at least. I could not drink nor party during New Year's eve due to sickness which includes bouts of diarrhoea, involuntary vomitting and all around muscle aches. Barely one month after that spell of sickness, it has returned. It feels very much like symptoms that you would expect from food poisoning and that could very well be the case. Those of you who knows me well enough knows that I would not give the doctor a visit unless my life feels like it is coming to a fucking end. It does actually feel like that now. I am so fucking weak and find it hard even to stand and walk to the pantry for a cup of tea. I hate this feeling. I hate feeling weak and controlled. This sickness limits my movement and what I can do... fucking hate it.

I am going to have a lunch appointment with the people from OK! Magazine later on and I guess that it will not be a good day for them since I am not feeling too well. Oh ya, just so you know, I have a knack for perfecting the art of price negotiation and have been getting great prices for advertisement pages for all magazines. That is not the story. The story is that I have been having stomach ache for the past two days and it feels like the next time I shit, my intestines will come flushing out.

I was talking on the phone with a friend last night as she called to find out how I was doing after getting to know that I was sicker than having a peanut butter and shit sandwich. Teresa called me and wasted many minutes of her life talking to me when there are more worthwhile things that she could do... such as saving the penguins trapped in Kuwait. The funny thing is that we roleplay (not in the sexual way) and getting into different characters. I would play the part of the King from some Chinese Dynasty which will of course be fucking prosperous and magnificent where the people love the King more than themselves as they have the best ruler in the whole universe and everything beyond this universe and everything beyond that. In short, I am the best. Vicky will be Ngoi Fei who is always insecure and paranoid that bad things will happen to her and lacks the confidence that she needs to be queen. Teresa will play the role of Leng Fei, the one who's always feisty and will fight back. The great thing about this is that everyone will really get into the character and start to speak in the ancient chinese language.

Charles: I don't feel good. I think you will have to come and help me check my pulse.
Teresa : You should cover yourself with blanket and sweat it out.
Charles: I covered my head but then a bit hard to breathe.
Teresa : Then I guess I will have to suffer a little to make you better.
Charles: Why?
Teresa : Cos I will have to sit beside you through the night.
Charles: Why?
Teresa : Cos I am Hot Stuff
Charles: ........ hahaha........


Enough of those. Things like this really makes my day a little brighter and realise that everyone is not just how they appear to be. Some people will make mistakes and ask the stupidest of questions which will leave you baffled for a little bit. But it's all in good humour.
Well, I am just going to end this post as abrupt as possible because I need to go to the toilet again. I have no idea what else there is to come out.

The ladies who adds colours to my life.
(Picture stolen from Teresa's blog)