A matter of heart

Yakkety Yak

Today someone tells me that they thought Banjaran Crocker was in Spain.

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Every now and then I'll have friends tell me that I should quit my job and go be some journalist or somethin'.

Its definitely an option I've considered before, especially since my I can FEEL the creative cells in my brain depleting day by day here. And sooner or later, my entire brain is gonna disintegrate *poof* into ash and donated as kitty litter.

And quite frankly, my ability to poke fun at people and collate 100% unbacked statistics into humourous charts (with the occasional lol-catz) in them has no proper use here.

(not that there's use for that anywhere, kan?)

But putting that aside, I'm flattered to hear that they think my writing is good enough to be print-worthy :))

But then again, what could I probably write for?

I can't write for food magazines because all I ever eat is nando's and free pizza (thanks nick).

Can't write bout sports either..couldn't care less about football ya' knoe?

But then again, if I got the chance to interview Nicole David..

I might just ask her to marry me.

I can't write for travel mags either, cos I hate travelling on my own.

Plus, I'm afraid of hantu when I stay in a hotel room alone.

Freaks me out man.

And no way in hell will I consider magazines like Cleo and Female. They're so lame that I'm surprised that people haven't come together and shredded these magazines for hamster bedding.

And besides, I so can't write stuff like 'Is he cheating on me?- 7 tell tale signs he's doing someone else!'

or..or stuff like...'Is my BFF sleeping with my guy?'

and if your BFF is a man, hell girl you've got issues to deal with!

Now sumthin' like 'Slap that office biatch' and 'How to act busy at work...& look Good!' would sound more like me.

Personally, I find the quality of our local magazines utterly crappy because there's hardly anything worth reading in them...you're basically paying for magazines which 1/2 of it consists of some ugly model donning ridiculously priced clothes holding some dead animal handbag... and the other 1/2 advertises some miraculous anti-aging creme scraped off the backs of Llamas from the mountains of Mongolia, probably.

They make me go ...'Who reads this shittttttttttttttt marn?

Local versions of Men's Health and Shape give crap advice about health and exercise that I hardly doubt that the writers have even the slightest peanut sense about fitness.

So..I think I just scrapped practically everything off list.

I heard that when you're deciding on a career change..you gotta step outside these walls, ya knoe' move outside the comfort zone...bla blaaa, grow feathers .. oh wait...that was Black Swan. *scratch scratch*.

I think the correct description is 'Learn to fly', or something macam tu lah.

Stepping outside your comfort zone is probably the first step to any sort of change, but we don't always have to step into something that completely differs from our beliefs and principles.

As some of us may have realised, but not all of us admit..is that we can't work for something and work it well if we don't believe in it.

And similarly, I can't write for something I don't believe in... no matter how much money gets pumped down my throat.

aprilsiow...in support of your beliefs, and writing about them!

-april