Launching a campaign "Don't be afraid to say, i'll get 4.00"
Launching a campaign "Don't be afraid to say, i'll get 4.00"
BUSINESS WORLD, Malaysians need to have focus (News from Berita Harian Sept 1958)
We would like to tender a small number of business chances to all of you from V4BF1 Corporation.
1) Agent for “Attendace FULL Project” (Open for all undergraduate of UTP)
Description: Attendance FULL Project is a business to illegally sign other people attendance with payment of RM10 per week
i) Admission must be made through V4BF1 original stokis in your village area only
ii) Admission and registration are free (no fees). Please send your name (according to IC), phone number, company name (if any) and IC number to V4BF1corp@gmail.com.
iii) To be an agent, applier must have the ability to fake more than 50 signatures (Basic skill). Also you must attend all class every week
iv) The payment is based on the number of signature. You’ll get 50% for 10-20 signatures, 70% for 20-50 signatures and 90% for a value above 50 signatures per week.
2) Rent out your matric card, you’ll be given rm1 for an hour of rental. (Open to all UTPians)
Description: We need your matric card to bring illegal outsider into UTP (pakcik CD etc)
i) UTP student with matric card
3) Need fast money? Sell your assignment now (Open to intelligent student only)
Description: We’ll help you to sell your assignment at reasonable price
i) Have CGPA of 3.5 and above
ii) Can prepare the assignment a week earlier before the due date
4) Know how to make ‘toyol’? We need your help fast
Description: we need student who are capable of making small, undetectable and useful ‘toyol’ to make sure our clients satisfied
i) Hardwork and determination play the most important role
The foreigner thinks that it clearly is not his fault because he thinks that the rack in the refrigerator is loose and when he opened it, it falls off and broke all the eggs. so he tried to find out whose eggs they were, then he knock on all the doors in the house asking for it but the mysterious egg person was never found. and a message to all, whoever those eggs are please stop putting them on the fridge or they are going to get broken again. bad day for eggs though.
salam dan pagi utk sume....
“If I offered you a billion dollars, but you could never write again, would you take it?”
I tried to keep a straight face and act snooty because I knew he assumed my answer would be “no” and was paying me a compliment, but, let’s face it, he had me at “billi…” Hell, he didn’t even make it hard. I mean, if he had added, “But you have to cut off your fingers,” well, then now we’re talking a much tougher decision. I play golf. I play guitar. I have an iPhone. What the hell am I going to do all day now that I have a billion dollars and no fingers?
The truth is the strike has given me the chance to experience life without a creative outlet like writing. Here’s something amusing I’ve started doing the past six weeks: I have two teenage daughters who have just gotten to that age when they’re ashamed of me. So, whenever I drop them off outside a party and there are other kids standing around, I scream out desperately from the car, “MAKE GOOD CHOICES!!!”
Maybe I don’t need this job to be happy. I have skills to fall back on. During my senior year of college at (the) Harvard (of America’s Dairyland UW-Madison), and for two years afterwards, I was a television news reporter and anchor for the local ABC affiliate. I covered big fires, killer tornados, grizzly murders and, worst of all, holiday parades.
Like most newsrooms at the time, ours had three televisions on the wall so we could see what the other stations were doing. However, I found myself more interested in what came on before the ten o’clock news than during: Hill Street Blues, Moonlighting, Wonder Years, Cheers. I began to wonder if I could ever write something like that. So, one day, without any plan or guidance, I started firing off my first script — a spec Moonlighting. It was one of the hardest things I had ever done and I had absolutely no clue what to do with it, but I finished. I had an incredible sense of accomplishment, even though, to those around me, I was like one of those crazy guys who builds a rocket in his backyard.
I then moved back to my hometown Chicago to take a job creating ad campaigns for Miller Beer, McDonalds and that little bastard the Pillsbury Doughboy (total prima donna). And I kept writing. A Cheers. Then a Wonder Years. My roommates would just shake their heads and wonder why the hell was I writing fake television shows instead of going out to the bars with them.
a) I just couldn’t stop.
b) It was fourteen below outside.
Long story short, I finally moved to L.A. to write and produce trailers and TV commercials for Disney Studios and, a year and a half later, got my first chance to meet on a television series: Wings. I went in, pitched a story and, what do you know, they bought it. I then wrote the freelance script and, when I went to the showrunners’ offices to turn it in, they invited me to come watch the filming of the season premiere later that week.
I had never been on a sitcom set in my life and it was everything I hoped it would be. I would have loved every minute of it, but I knew they invited me before they read my script and, throughout the filming, I became increasingly convinced they hated my script and consequently the talentless hack who “wrote” it. Finally the show ended and David Angell (who left us too soon) asked me to come down from the bleachers onto the set. Here it comes, I thought, the speech where he tells me I should go back to Chicago and write more cuddly copy for the doughboy (who, btw, has an eating disorder).
“Steve,” he said in a “let’s just be friends” tone. “We really liked your script and, if you want to join us, we’d love to have you on staff.”
I’m not sure I can adequately convey the glory of that moment, but cue the fireworks. There I was, on an actual sitcom set, in actual Hollywood-adjacent, being asked to join a network show by the guy who wrote some of my favorite episodes of television ever. Kiss my ass, Doughboy, I’m on staff!
Now, some sixteen years and three or four hundred episodes later, I have to admit to being, at times, a bit jaded. The hours can be long, cancelled shows break your heart, and I have, on occasion, walked onto a soundstage with more dread than delight.
But most days, I pinch myself because I’m one of the lucky few who’s living out his Rob Petrie-inspired dream. And every day I walk that picket line, I know I’m doing it so that, in the future, others will get to experience my good fortune. After all, my job is to sit in a room with genuinely funny people and tell stories. I get to see my work performed by some of the best actors ever on television. And, on a good night, I get to make millions of people laugh.
That’s something I never want to give up. Not even for a billio…I’m sorry, I can’t even say it with a straight face.
inspired by : Steve Levitan, Charlie Craig
da 2 aza(pe student) wat presntation pcs plak kt cafe 2.cte psl pemakann yg betul..hehe.smgt gle kwn2 aku dgr.siap aza bekalkn kertas maklumat pemakann lg..pe lg amalknla..skali aku tgk sume x ble mkn..jd cm dak blik no 4 mkn cornflakes je la aku..hahaha.tp aku normal.toksah nk risau.haha
bende nie x abis kt cafe je.smpai kt lectr hall smbung lge smentara tggu HSE(ade health gak)..masing2 sibuk membincangkan cmne nk membantu mereka yg overwght nie..mase 2 kuar la metabolisme la,bantut la mcm2..senang cter spe yg wat bye pelaburan senang la kurus.spe yg melantak pas 2 wat simpanan je.kemut sorg2 bertambah la saiz.haha..pas 2 idea suh mkn julap.ble sorg dak nie tye "julap 2 ape".alamak!!julap x taw.julap 2 sejnis mamalia yg enak dimakan.hehhee.
da abis ke psl kesihatan nie??lum lg...blik je dr solat maghrib aku dgr kecoh2 kt blik no 4.aku igt de tiger show ke,mkann free ke nk la join.rupenye dak2 umah aku bermnt ngan kertas pemakann yg aza bg td.dak nie tmpal kt blik..ha ikut jgn x ikut..kalo korg sume nk taw lebih lnjut tentang kertas 2 mnx kt aza..die x charge free je..
hmm..2 je r aku nk tulis byk la plak.lenguh tgn aku..pape pn cm akak aku ckp kalo korg diet xnk mkn 2 xnk mkn nie pn tp kalo korg x senam sia2 gak..g la bersenam at least seminggu skali..xpn ikut dak blik no 5.menari-nari di lantai..mne la taw pas nie ble wat sehati berdansa UTP plak..haha.asyik fesco je..open la kt org rmi lak.hehe
pape pn.jge kesihatan baik2.bk kata remi kt pcs td 'prevent is better than cure'.pe lg..renung2 kn dan selamat beramal
- kna ada kad mesra untung ckit mujur leyh mng keta
- cari ron 95 jgn gna ron 97..ron 95 volatile cpt ckit vaporise
- kalo jumpa shell ag bagus..ada unleaded aromatic aper ntah...yg tue lg best lebih selamat
- kalo time minyak mahal jgn beli r
- kalo nk untung beli time tgh malam...dpt bnyak..kalo tgh ari dpt ckit
It was a dreadful dizziness. I was lying on someone’s reeking lousy couch. Where was I and what had happen? I wished I know. Gasping for air I tried crawling to the door. Something was not right here. The air was not enough in this small complicated room. Then I barely saw someone was at the door.
“So you have woke up? Do you want me to do anything for you? What’s wrong? Welcome...”
I felt an awful headache before it went all black. I was wearing an intricate respiration device when I woke up later. I figured out that I was in a sickbay except that this room had no window and a lot of unique miniature medical devices. It took a few seconds for me to realise that a fine-looking girl was sitting next to my bed.
“Where am I?”
“I believe you are, kind of, having difficulty to get used to with this totally new surrounding”
She was just about my age except that she looked more matured and spoke like she had memorized the scripts before. She looked just perfect with his long flaxen hair and those beautiful purple eyes she had. That new design of black coat or perhaps sweater was just nice and suited her calm characteristic.
“Wait a minute, what do you mean by new surrounding? And where am I?”
“I’m sure that you’ve a lot to ask me but first can you tell me, you’re from which year?”
“I don’t know.”
“What? Maybe you are still confused… Practically this is year 2266. I think you might need some time to understand everything that had happened to you. We brought you here. I think you’re probably my great great ancestor because we’re using my DNA actually to launch you all the way through time. O.K….?”
“Lara, he needs to understand why he was brought here.” An older man came in and he looked really awful. I do not like the way they looked at me. They are making me felt that I was really lucky and like they are blaming me for something that had happen to them.
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To be continued...
“Why do we write?”
What led us to this rewarding and often soul-crushing line of work? The kind of job that from the outside seems easy and fun, but from the inside has proven to be… hard and fun. How did we get here?
The answers we’ve received have been humorous, heartfelt, complete bullshit, you name it… but in their own way, each answer has been inspirational.
So we had an idea. Then several ideas later, we had what we thought was a good idea, maybe all writers would be inspired by what we’ve been hearing. We’re facing a few long, cold holiday weeks without even the camaraderie of eating Luna Bars or the anticipation of who’s bringing their dogs to the picket lines to keep our minds occupied. As communication with each other winds down until the new year, we thought we could do our fellow writers a service by sharing with them what we’ve heard, and what we’ve learned, from asking our simple question: why do we write?
tersebut la kisah..
dtg kesini mengejar cita2...
-hmm 2jela syair nye..xde idea la plak nk wat pnjng2..hehe
ok nie citer sebenarnya..aku mulakan entri nie dgn memperkenalkan blog nie..blog nie tercipta hasil nukilan idea dr seorg pelajar macho PE(petroleum engineering)..die merasakan yg nk wat 1 blog tuk dak2 umah die yg semuanya pelajar PE..so sbbkn die nie cm bute blog skit die menyuarakan idea die pada pakar blog di rumahnya iaitu oil.blog nie sje2 je tuk dak2 umah nie melepaskan tension smbil berkarya dan mengeratkan silaturrahim(kata remi bende utama kalo nk wat proposal)hehe..
ok before I go further(mak aih pcs la plak)kui3..jom kite berkenalan ngan ahli2 umah nie
ha nie bilik nie org kata bilik org beriman(aku yg kata)sbb nye..ha pkir la sendiri..bilik nie dihuni oleh 2 jejaka.sorg dr johor n sorg dr n9(asal dr kg)..redha n afiq..redha merupakn org exco PnP MPPUTP dan afiq?apa pn xda..haha..diorng nie rum8 sjk dibangku sekolah lg..eh silap2 sjk foundation 2nd..redha nie alim skit tp afiq ntah la..tp afiq nie kdg2 xbpe betul skit.ble dtg angin die abis la..merepek xsudah2..
nik qusyairi@kusyer ngan shahir..kusyer merupakan ajk RCSU a.k.a org suruhan..jgn mrh syer..haha.asl dr terengganu dan mempunyai kete TAW..seorg yg pendiam dan meminati cter series korea(jwg la plak)..status nye msh ragu2..ada kata die da kwn lari kt siam..haha..syahir plak asl sepang..ble pggil shahir or haji sbb die bru blik haji r2.merupakn jugak bakal pelumba F1 1hari nnti.memiliki kete yg mmpu memotong skyline di highway..xtaw la sbb die tggl dkt ngan sepang kowt.hihi
bilik no 3
hmm nie blik ble dikatakn bilik serbaguna..mcm2 wat kt blik nie.mkn,study(study ke?),solat berjemaah bergosip n mcm2 lg la..dihuni oleh acap@rempit@jwg n zul@pek (jgn mrh)..hehe
acap asl dr kuantan phang.bakal pelumba motor GP m'sia 1 hari nnti.meminati Tag n masih gagal mencari penggnti awek sbb rmi sgt pilihan kt Tag..haha.zul plak seorg yg digelar mangsa fesyen oleh pidin(dak PE).asl terengganu.juga statusnya diragui.org kata die da kawin kt siam..btl ke?aku pn x taw.sukar tuk jumpe die kt blik sbb die ngan PM m'sia lbh kurng sme bz..dan tinggl la acap sendirian ngn Tagnye..best2 acap.haha
dihuni oleh org yg 'besar punya' haha.remi@boyan n syafiq syahidzat@oil.. remi asl dr ampang..memliki kete kenari.mempunyai mslah memilih mknn dlm hidup.sgt strict dlm pemaknan.mcm2 die nie pantang.xble mkn daging la,ikan keli la.adoyai pyh2..dan spe nk kawin ngn die sediakn cornflakes mlm2 sbb die x mln nasi pd wk2 mlm..haha.oil plak asl dr kedah..ada pertalian darah dgn HANG BERSAUDARA..hehe.pakar dlm design2 nie.nie pn sorg lg..mkn bajet nk jge..1x sehari konon.perut cm2 gak..jgn mrh yo..haha
bilik misteri..dihuni benjamin@ben n firdaus@loco.. loco nie asl dr melaka.tp ble speaking sabah ke sarawak ntah sbb dlu die dok sne.seorg pelakon yg akn menggntikn rosyam nor 1 hr nnti..juga menjaga pemakann sbb nk bina bdn cm malik nor..menu utama setiap hari telur 3/4.ben nie plak susah nk describe.pelajar genius yg x taw dr mne asl usul eh.tgk muke org putih tp ckp melayu pergh..power bab2 komputer nie.kalo jmpe die jgn tye psl komputer kang korg xble blik bilik..hehe.dan hobi terbaru skrg menari..hahahahaha
nie xyah cter pnjg la.dihuni 2 international student.muhammad n hussam.asl dr sudan..diorg nie junior n dak PE gak.
hmm nie bru intro tentang dak2 umh nie.hope korg knl la skit2 diorg nie.after this akn byk lg cter2 menarik tuk dikongsi sume..kte tgk ragam2 dak umah nie..
da la aku pn da letih menulis nie..jumpe lg entri lain