Nyah...nyah...nyah..
tak tau kenapa sekarang rasa sesuatu. rasa macam.. rasa macam entah lah
Mak rasa penat bekerja. Sejak pulang dari Jempul hari tu, terus kerja, masuk Dewan Undangan Negeri untuk tiga hari, lepas tu nak buat supplement tourism. Thank God dah dapat jumpa MB tadi and dapatlah interview kejap for the supplement story.
Ratu baru je sms yang dia nak pi Jepun. Siap kata orang jepun semua meletup. memang meletup hah...
Esok off sehari. Oh yeah, tengah2 breeze-walking tadi Zeti ephone kata dia nak mai SP malam esok. Zeti ni kawan lama kat KL. Dia 'hot in here' jugak lah. Tapi apakan daya, orang dah berpunya. Lagipun tak mengharap apa apa pun. Hanya ingin berkawan.
Nyah Mike tu entah apa dah jadi, lama menyepi. Kalo tak tiap malam suruh aku pi tempat terkutuk tu, hehe...Maybe he's preparing for his new job in KayEll..
Music-wise, it's pretty lame to listen to songs over and over again. I'm kinda bored of Timberlake's new song. I need new inspiration, man.
Speaking of inspiration, a friend was telling me about how a certain book by her favourite writer inspired her to write stories. I like that--- being inspired.
I told my friend, Woman, I used to be like, inspired by Sean Penn movies. He's da bomb, son!
His movie I am Sam was one of my favourites. I watched it when I was 22, all wide-eyed and idealistic..haha..
Then there was this scene from TV drama The OC: Peter Galagher's character confided in his friend that "he always feels like he was 22". Mind you, this dude was like what? approaching 40.
The reason he's been stuck at 22? That was the year he met his wife. Awwww....darn...
But really dears, damn if I let age become an issue for myself. It should not be an issue at all. My other friend grilled me the other day for bothering too much about my age. He's like 30, but he's fabulous- and he looks not a day over 16. Seriously.
Anyways he was telling me to snap out of it and be glad that I was till young- I could do anything, baby, if I wanted to, even take the train to Butterworth and walk around naked in Batu Ferringhi beach.
It doesn't matter if you're 22 or 52, you can do whatever you want if you just try. Be brave...wah gitu
Anyways back to Sean Penn...when I watched him act in the movie, I had this need to just feel the emotions he was going through on screen. I don't know if that was just a desire to LIVE life or was it just that I wanted to be fucking Sean Penn..
In restrospect, it could have been a desire to live life because at that point in my life, I was quite sheltered and under-exposed. I lived in the confines of my music, university studies, and my own group of friends. Jangan harap lah for me to be picking up the newspaper. If I did though, I usuall go straight to the Life & Times pages. But I remember spending a lot of money on magazines. Ijust loved the smell, the feel, the PICTURES, the advertisements in magazine. The stories were secondary- I mean I loved Rolling Stone and Vanity Fair, and later on GQ- but the stories I'd usually read were profiles of my favourite celebrities.
For magazine stories, the writer would often spend a series of occasions with his/her subject. It's never a one-off interview, especially for profiles. The magazine writer (especially entertainment magazine writers) would hang out with the subject in a restaurant. Usually the Chateau Mormont in Hollywood or some arty-farty restaurant in New York City.
tak tau kenapa sekarang rasa sesuatu. rasa macam.. rasa macam entah lah
Mak rasa penat bekerja. Sejak pulang dari Jempul hari tu, terus kerja, masuk Dewan Undangan Negeri untuk tiga hari, lepas tu nak buat supplement tourism. Thank God dah dapat jumpa MB tadi and dapatlah interview kejap for the supplement story.
Ratu baru je sms yang dia nak pi Jepun. Siap kata orang jepun semua meletup. memang meletup hah...
Esok off sehari. Oh yeah, tengah2 breeze-walking tadi Zeti ephone kata dia nak mai SP malam esok. Zeti ni kawan lama kat KL. Dia 'hot in here' jugak lah. Tapi apakan daya, orang dah berpunya. Lagipun tak mengharap apa apa pun. Hanya ingin berkawan.
Nyah Mike tu entah apa dah jadi, lama menyepi. Kalo tak tiap malam suruh aku pi tempat terkutuk tu, hehe...Maybe he's preparing for his new job in KayEll..
Music-wise, it's pretty lame to listen to songs over and over again. I'm kinda bored of Timberlake's new song. I need new inspiration, man.
Speaking of inspiration, a friend was telling me about how a certain book by her favourite writer inspired her to write stories. I like that--- being inspired.
I told my friend, Woman, I used to be like, inspired by Sean Penn movies. He's da bomb, son!
His movie I am Sam was one of my favourites. I watched it when I was 22, all wide-eyed and idealistic..haha..
Then there was this scene from TV drama The OC: Peter Galagher's character confided in his friend that "he always feels like he was 22". Mind you, this dude was like what? approaching 40.
The reason he's been stuck at 22? That was the year he met his wife. Awwww....darn...
But really dears, damn if I let age become an issue for myself. It should not be an issue at all. My other friend grilled me the other day for bothering too much about my age. He's like 30, but he's fabulous- and he looks not a day over 16. Seriously.
Anyways he was telling me to snap out of it and be glad that I was till young- I could do anything, baby, if I wanted to, even take the train to Butterworth and walk around naked in Batu Ferringhi beach.
It doesn't matter if you're 22 or 52, you can do whatever you want if you just try. Be brave...wah gitu
Anyways back to Sean Penn...when I watched him act in the movie, I had this need to just feel the emotions he was going through on screen. I don't know if that was just a desire to LIVE life or was it just that I wanted to be fucking Sean Penn..
In restrospect, it could have been a desire to live life because at that point in my life, I was quite sheltered and under-exposed. I lived in the confines of my music, university studies, and my own group of friends. Jangan harap lah for me to be picking up the newspaper. If I did though, I usuall go straight to the Life & Times pages. But I remember spending a lot of money on magazines. Ijust loved the smell, the feel, the PICTURES, the advertisements in magazine. The stories were secondary- I mean I loved Rolling Stone and Vanity Fair, and later on GQ- but the stories I'd usually read were profiles of my favourite celebrities.
For magazine stories, the writer would often spend a series of occasions with his/her subject. It's never a one-off interview, especially for profiles. The magazine writer (especially entertainment magazine writers) would hang out with the subject in a restaurant. Usually the Chateau Mormont in Hollywood or some arty-farty restaurant in New York City.
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