Life Of A Suit

I like this tune.

PS – From the people that brought you Honda’s “Cog“, here is an old TVC (circa 2006) from Nike. Conceived by Wieden+Kennedy.

This posting will probably never see the light of the day. But just so I can let it out of my chest, I’ll write this out anyway.

Today, I spoke to a friend. Decent chat. Long one too.

Truth be told, I haven’t spoke candidly to anyone for a long long time. It felt good. It felt like therapy. Maybe even better.

It renewed my faith in life in many ways than one. That no matter how dark times may seems, how low life may be – there is always someone out there who shares the same passion and beliefs as you do.

Frankly, I do not know how much of the things that we spoke of will come true – it doesn’t really matter – for in those moments of sharing, it’s the feeling of hopefulness that brings life to it.

Times are bad. The state of the world right now. The state of my business affairs right now. And the state of personal issues I have. I’m ending 2008 with nothing but dreams of a better future.

What will the future holds?

I don’t know for sure.

But what I know is this: be hopeful, focus on your dreams, be passionate and always believe that somewhere out there someone shares your hope, dreams and passion. And be honest. To your friends, clients and people that matters to you most.

This friend of mine showed me where to sleep on an angel’s wings tonight.

This is how my sleep cycle goes: if I sleep before midnight, I’ll wake up at 5am the next day – anything later than that, I rise like a lazy zombie, usually after 8am or worse.

This morning I was up since 5am. Checked emails. Read the news. Bought the breakfast.

I just love the early morning activities. The joggers. The nasi lemak sellers. The newspaper man. And yea, the chirping birds, up from a night of sleeping standing.

There will be a morning meeting with a client. Pushing through a proposal for online advertising – not a great fan of doing the tail end scraps of some global campaign, but if that brings in the much needed money for survival – I guess there is where you have to sometimes swallow that bitter pill of reality and throw your principles out the window.

Anyway, breakfast is waiting.