Archive for January, 2009

Progress report


Accomplished quite a bit during the CNY hols. 

We finally registered the company: SundayMorningAsia Sdn Bhd. We found people who volunteered their time and talent to help move our tees (Thanks Michelle, Eddy + Poh Lyn, Aunty Kit). We received some good advice (everybody needs mentors) along with scoldings from people whom we should have consulted earlier but didn’t. We also got several leads for printers, and ideas on how to distribute the tees.

There were also many others who helped in one way or the other. Thanks Jeff for doing the packaging. Uncle Ivan for offering to help fund the project. And many more for your prayers, support and encouragement. Am counting down the days to March. In the meantime, I better attend to these job reqs on my desk. I swear they multiply like cells everytime my back is turned!


I heart KL



Maybe I’ve been in Singapore for too long. But whenever I go back to KL these days, I feel like Bruce Wayne returning to Gotham City. Or Matt Murdock coming back to Hell’s Kitchen, take your pick.

Let’s start with the journey home. I boarded a bus from Golden Mile once and was immediately introduced to reality. The seats smelled as if they haven’t been washed since the Crusades. There was no onboard movie but a series of karaoke clips on a loop. Meanwhile, the bus driver would stop here and there to pick up random passengers, and I could have sworn Mas Selamat himself was in seat 7B.

Aeroline and First Coach are a little pricey, but at least the drivers don’t look like they’ve been smoking pot the night before. Also, some of them are so clean cut, you probably won’t mind if your daughter brings one home.

Last week I wisely bought an Aeroline ticket from Harbourfront, Singapore to Menara Axis, PJ. It was a smooth journey except for the intermittent snoring of fellow passengers. How do you know when you’ve reached your destination? Answer: The bus stop will look like something put together by whatever materials left over after they built the Penang Bridge.

I got down and proceeded to wait for a taxi. The first one wanted a flat rate of RM15. When I suggested using the meter, he looked as if I was speaking Swahili. The next couple of taxis somehow read my mind telepathically and decided they weren’t going in my direction. They zoomed past honking merrily at the other cars.

After about 45 minutes, I decided to take the bus home. Before long, a bus-like vehicle came chugging by. The driver and ticket dispenser guy (didn’t know they still exist) wore whatever they felt like wearing that day, which in this case meant heavy metal t-shirts and too tight jeans. The radio was playing at over 500 decibels, so that people living in Australia might also enjoy the music.

The bus passed several shopping malls that weren’t there on my last trip home. Occasionally, it would cut through a residential area to bypass the heavy traffic on the main road. I’ve forgotten how much I missed this scenic route.

Man, it feels good to be back.

America the brave

via ffffound

via ffffound

I can’t remember when was the last time the inauguration of a US President caused so much anticipation. Maybe Americans just can’t wait to get rid of Bush. And that they genuinely, truly believe change is finally coming their shores.

When things don’t look too bright, we need a leader who will take charge and boldly show us the way forward. We need somebody with courage and integrity. Somebody we can believe in. To many, Obama is that man. It’s a meme that has spread around the world.

When he presented his inauguration speech this morning, it made me believe in a better tomorrow. Not just for America but for all nations on earth. Even as I’m typing, am trying to remember his words, the memorable one-liners …

But there was no Kennedyesque “Ask not what your country can do for you …”. No “We have nothing to fear but fear itself”. I think what made it inspiring was the way he delivered the speech. The way he looked at the crowd, the way he spoke with courage, and conviction.

Ok, maybe I have a short memory, and was probably a little distracted from the 80s music blasting from the pc. One thing I did take out though – this generation must rise up and make the world a better place. We have no other choice. We owe it to those who have gone before and to those who will come after us.

I believe in divine appointment. Bush was His chosen vessel then. Obama was born for this moment in history. These are exciting times we live in.

Pardon my england

Does it mean that the vest is electrically charged? Seen on a recent Lion Air flight.

Does that mean it's electrically charged? Seen on a recent Lion Air flight.

Measurable love

“And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ.” Book of Ephesians 3:17, 18 NIV

About 200 years ago, when Napoleon’s armies entered a prison that had been used by the Spanish Inquisition, they found the remains of a someone who had been locked up for his faith. The dungeon was underground, and the body had long since decayed. (I suppose the smell would have been enough to slay a horse, but these are battle-hardened veterans we’re talking about here).

On the wall of his tiny cell, the prisoner had etched out a small cross. There were four words surrounding it. Above, he wrote, “height.” Below, the word “depth.” To the left, “width.” And to the right, “length”. Even in his suffering, the shackled prisoner felt the overpowering love of Christ.

When Paul wrote about the length, width, height and depth of the love of his Lord, it must mean that the love of Jesus has dimensions and can be measured. To the apostle, it was – and still is – a real, substantial, measurable fact. Not some ethereal concept, sentimental belief or formal theory.

He probably considered it this way, that way, sideway; and finally concluded that God’s love is: 

Wide enough to include every person.
Long enough to last through all eternity.
Deep enough to reach the worst sinner.
High enough to take us to heaven.

I still can’t get over it. But it’s reassuring to know that His love will see us through what seems to be a turbulent year ahead. May it be the same for you.

Special K


Kirsten is an Art Director who, unfortunately, happens to sit in the room next to mine. She gets roped in at the 11th hour to lend her touch to save a Sunday Morning illustration that has gone hopelessly, horribly wrong.

This happens because of several reasons: 1) I didn’t get an Art Director’s input before the briefing, 2) I went ahead with it anyway, and 3) The Illustrator was thinking of something else (like why isn’t there an Art Director around) the whole time.
In an ad agency, it is usually the Art Director who briefs the Illustrator. She would first go through several hundred drawing styles, carefully consider at least 50 different ways to set the type, and consult the colour charts incessantly to get the mood ‘just right’.

While she is busy doing all that, the writer would be at his desk, either thinking about lunch, or telling everybody that the ad idea was ‘his’.
So anyway, I thought I’d interview Kirsten to get her perspective on things, and why she does what she does.

What do think of Christian tees?
I think there is a big gaping hole in the market for cool Christian tees. In fact, I’ve never seen a cool one. Considering that Christian rock & pop is one of the biggest and fastest growing music segment in the US, so then by extension I think Christian t-shirts with an edgy vibe will do brilliantly well!

What makes a great t-shirt?
A great t-shirt design should be individual, creative, thought-provoking or humorous, and go with whatever shoes I’m wearing that day.

What is your favourite colour?
Pantone 519C… Pantone 334C… Pantone 201C… It changes by the second.

How do you come up with fresh and relevant ideas even after being in the business for so long?
I still ask my dad for help. He contributed the mathematical formula for this GNC ad (see below).

Will we see world peace in our lifetime?
I will watch the next Miss World to find out.

Kirsten is currently working on 3 illustrations for Sunday Morning. She is also thinking of moving to another room way down the corridor. 


Sorry, yes, I'm still figuring out how to make this ad readable ...

Not kid safe 2

Something's not quite right about where they placed that trigger. Guess that explains the expression on his face.

Seen at Toys R Us

Something’s not quite right about where they placed that trigger. Guess that explains the expression on his face.