good morning world… WHAT THE… IT’S 2010!!! okay okay so we spaced out a wee bit too much, lost some friends (rip) in the process, missed out some important worldly events, etc, etc…
but yeah, we’re back. well, some of us.
so. we’ll turn the bathwater mildew with a good soak and slap our faces alive with cheap aftershave and hopefully get back into the cycle of things.
brb.
we’ve grown up amidst dire warnings of doomsday, war cries to save the ozone layer and petitions to end animal cruelty. can anyone say blind spot?
so, we deduced that perhaps holier-than-thou attitudes of self proclaimed eco-friendly saints in hemp robes just turn us off. because, heck, we were pretty intrigued by this passive (but no-nonsense) display of environmental awareness.
meet sustainable dave, the man who never takes out the trash.
at first glance, we imagined an obsessive compulsive hoarder/hobo (who eventually gets dug out of 20 tonnes of junk, half-eaten by his family of starving cats), but it was in fact a documentation of one american’s experiment to not throw out any trash for the whole year.
“I’m a pretty normal guy — I just keep my garbage in my basement.” is pretty much how he sums himself up.
amazingly enough, dave has scrounged up a mere 159lbs as we head into the final quarter of 2008. for a rough gauge, the average slob sends approximately 1,700 lbs of trash a year to incinerators and landfills.
bib hates preachers as much as the next guy, so we’ll just leave you to your own takeout without any resounding moral.
p/s: we’re weighing the feasability of a worm composter for the office. job reqs anyone?
despite contrary belief, bib isn’t all about parties (and even less about work). we’re tickled by many things be it industry related gossips, awards shows, events, artsy-fartsiness, and of course, inane humour. so ripping this link off a good friend, we bring you the funniest thing since jack black. we recommend an empty bladder before proceeding. Read the rest of this entry »
the first ever digital training session kickstarts tomorrow, led by one of our top young change agents. we’ll take a stab in the dark and say that the new media bootcamp is in good hands. we can’t think of any better candidate to lead it than a man with a hairdo lightyears beyond our time.
with the kancil’s looming ahead also comes a mad rush of 4a events first of which was the distilled speakers’ series. four big names – rowan chanen, scott witt, farrokh madon and mike schalit – led the talks on how being “fearless” (incidentally this year’s kancil awards theme) helps to continually push the boundaries of advertising around the world. this was a semi-serious post brought to you by the bib team.
le bib gang apologize for the extended updates on nothing. we offer our humblest apologies as well as an amusing photo slash explanation for our absence. we’re going to shake off this inactivity and will resume gratuitous postings asap. cheers!
brightly coloured quirks. meaning-ful (or -less) squiggles. spiders and tigers and bears. oh my. some in dire need of a touch-up. others of a shave. once only found on big, bad harley riders or hong kong triad members; today every khang, hwe and alex has one. while one often wonders about the story behind those tatts, the bibgang simply wants to know if anyone bawled like a baby getting inked.
p/s our eyes and ears tell us julian’s getting prepped for another huge one.
so who tops the most wanted list in bates141 nowadays? at last check polly left many-a-heart-a-shattered with her malacca move, not forgetting the hollow emptiness we felt when elaine packed off to chickenland. the absence of shukri, meanwhile, has somewhat lifted the male population’s average chances from negative to err, zero. currently leading the polls for most favored femme include yen, nicola, michelle, elsze and more. among the rising homme is alex, rick kee, hwe and umm, umm, umm… that’s when the tequila took over the tabulation. which means…. it’s voting time again.
tan kuai lan ordered claypot “3+6″ in special herbs and dark sauce (9 in chinese shares the same pronunciation as dog), deep fried squirrel, stir-fried crocodile in ginger and mushrooms/fungi and claypot monitor lizard in shallots, ginger, herbs and lastly, yawnyawn, stir fried vege.
the crocmeat was surprisingly good; so was the crunchy-boned squirrel. while the 3+6 and monitor lizards were an acquired taste, the heaty sensation was not unlike downing 2 teq-shots (!)… the damage for 4 pax: only RM70++. other err, delicacies, found here include snakes, terrapin, flying fox etc and the usual birds and fishes.
puchong lim is located in kampung baru puchong. take the ldp from sunway towards puchong and follow the roadsign that leads you to “kampung baru puchong”. once in the area, just ask around and it should be quite easy to locate.
and so the final bunch have jumped ship. joined by the last round of deserters, the usual suspects started the night slowly at finnegan’s (sans body-licking) and after a round of tears, tequila shots and cam-whoring, managed to drag themselves to laundry bar at the curve. after spending years ignoring admonitions, proposals and countless bribes to paint the town red, our beloved producer pleasantly surprised us with her gracious self. goes to show the power of ’sistahood’ conquers all.
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