I complain too much II

I've been feeling a real urge to update lately. Lately as in, yesterday and today. This urge comes at a most unfortunate time, unfortunate as in, school and homework.

Sometimes I want to type these really emo entries, emo entries that will make people cringe and never acknowledge me as their friend again. But I stop myself because that thought scares me, and also the fact of slipping into self-indulgent hell is addictive as it is disastrous. I don't mean emo entries in the likes of Livejournal, I mean something more cataclysmic than that, more terrible, more awe-inspiring, like the stars of heaven crashing to Earth, the explosive heartbeat of fireworks in the starry night sky, the pulse of my heart as it whirls in the flames of fire...

Also there is an ad on the local internet that is really BUGGING THE HELL OUT OF ME.

Sometimes my mouse scrolls over this random ad, and I swear to GOD, this ad speaks to me.

So I'm scrolling over the page, my mouse touches an ad space, and in the middle of the night when all is deathly silent I hear a cry.

"NASI LEMAK."

This wouldn't have been so bad if the night, you know, wasn't so deathly silent.

Or if I'm listening to an emo song and we have gotten to the part where the character lay on the floor bruised and bleeding and broken and suddenly in the distant background you hear the echoes of a hoarse middle-aged man:

"NASI LEMAK."

No kidding. Nasi Lemak totally said in the voice of a hoarse middle-aged man who sounded like he ate too much Nasi Lemak.

Is this how advertisers decide on their ad?

COMPANY TO AD AGENCY: We want you to advertise our Nasi Lemak.
AD AGENCY: No prob. Now we need you to tell us your unique selling point.
COMPANY: Huh? As in why our Nasi Lemak so nice?
AD AGENCY: Yes.
COMPANY: Should be the sambal la... specially pounded by middle-aged workers in a dusty factory somewhere in Joo Koon...
AD AGENCY: Oh, oh! I just got struck by Bright Idea! We shall give you... a middle-aged man.
COMPANY: What.
AD AGENCY: A hoarse middle-aged man. After eating your sambal. Geddit?

The most annoying thing is that the ad appears everywhere that I am. I thought I had ridden myself of it after closing OneManga, only to open Dictionary.com to hear the same voice again. The first time I heard it I wondered if I had done something terribly wrong in a past life to warrant random people shouting Nasi Lemak into my ear. The second time it happened I assumed I was a goner. The third time, I decided I'd rather die in a locked room listening to rap the whole day.

No... just kidding. I'd rather not.

But still, that is one irritating ad. And I'm not quite sure what the advertisers are trying to achieve by bugging the hell out of their consumers, ie. me, a statistic that represents the entire consumer conglomerate.