Entry kali ini direka khas buat MR.S bukan ass(tidak ada kne mengena dgn adik S, akak S atau sesape yg namanya bermula dgn S...)
Tinggal sebulan saja lagi, salah soram rakan baik aku yg lebih mesra dgn panggilan Abg S atau Mr S (adik S, Akak S atau Miss S itu cerita lain di artikel akan dtg) akan menamatkan sesuatu dlm hidupnya..sesuatu yg pasti akan dikenang sehingga tamat ajalnya...sesuatu yg sudah puas dinikmatinya..sesuatu yg akan ditinggalkan buat selamanya...berakhirnya sesuatu itu juga merupakan tanda sesuatu yg baru akan bermula ..sesuatu yg tidak dijangka...sesuatu yg ditungu-tunggu oleh keluarganya...sesuatu yg telah ditentukan oleh Yg Maha Esa...sesuatu yg akan dibinanya bersama kekasih yg tercinta...
Aku mengenali Abg S cukup lama...sejak dizaman kumpulan Hujan belum ada hingga munculnya Justin Bieber...sejak Butterfingers x berbudi bahasa hingga blh buat show di Istana Budaya..sejak zaman akademi fantasia belum lagi mencipta nama hinggalah kumpulan indie kini bermaharajalela...sejak kumpulan Komplot belum tercipta hinggalah ia hilang entah ke mana (manalah agaknye band ni pergi)...sejak sebelum zaman berkarier hingga masing2 dah ada kerjaya...
Baru-baru ini aku sempat meluangkan masa beramas mesra beberapa hari bersama Abg S dan juga beberapa orang rakan lama (Abg D, Abg F, Abg J) yg dh lama x duduk semeja...hajat dihati nk membuat farewell/bachelor party bersama2...tp apa yg ada di Malaysia..semuanya terlalu biasa..hendak berdisko mcm x kena..hendak ke tiger show...mana nk cari kt Malaysia...hendak memancing bersama2..lagilah tak kene gaya..nk main snooker aku sorang jer yg terer..
Kepada Abg S...selamat menempuh alam bahagia, terima kasih atas segalanya...kami pasti akan merindui Abg S setiap masa...(haha..dh ada unsur2 gay disitu)..
Aku juga nk mengucapkan selamat pengantin baru kpd rakan2 aku yg akan memulakan hidup baru tdk lama lagi...MISS D dan MR F (kedua2 nya bekas rakan sekerja), Mr L, Mr R, Mr R dan Miss B (rakan sekolah)
Why I want to be a journalist....
Semalam aku dipanggil interview oleh surat khabar aliran Inggeris utk position journalist/reporter...aku diminta membuat satu essay yg sgt bodoh soalannya...WHY I WANT TO BE A JOURNALIST...lama aku termenung...akhirnya siap jugak..
Tapi hasilnya hurm...entahlaa
Question: WHY I WANT TO BE A JOURNALIST
Answer:
As far back as I can remember, I've always wanted to be a gangster...well thats my childhood dream I guess..when everyone in my class in standard 1 dreaming about being a fucking doctor, astronout, engineer,architect and bla..bla bla..well I'm just not into that I think..
But today everything is different..I'm not a fucking gangster or a fucking doctor,I'm just an ordinary person living in this sick society surrounded by Akademia Fantasia generation and...fucking damn Harian Metro readers..Sometimes I think careers are a 20th century invention and I don't want one...and sometimes I don't even know what I really want in this world...Well I don't know what I'm looking for but I'm pretty sure that I just wanna look some more...
When I look into this life..I realize something...8-years old sitting in class room at school, taking PMR exam when 15 years old, sPM and degree...and then after graduate find a good job.. be a fucking lawyer, find a girl and settle down...get married..bla-bla bla..cliche...fucking predictable...fucking borrriinngggg...well thats life...choose life..choose a job..choose a career, choose a fucking big television, choose a beautiful girl choose bla bla bla...life is seriously borriinggggg...
Why don't we just choose not to choose life...choose something else...the otherside of life...I don't knoe where its going but I think it won't be boring...being free...sometime the freedom and simple beauty is too good to pass up...When i want something in life, just gotta reach out and grab it....
Sometimes I prefer to be alone..sitting in my room watching Johnny Depp's Fear and Loathing in Vegas or Cameron Crowe's Beautiful Girls the whole day...listening to rock and roll music...looking at the world in different perspective...wondering who the fuck I am tomorrow morning.....well...just a perfect day I think...just live...living on my own..
I don't have to work out on some piece of shit like this...attending an interview and writing some stuff about why I want to be a journalist...what a dumb question I have to answer in this bloody cold Saturday morning...hoping to get a new career and new life as a journalist...and suddenly you asking me why I want to be a journalist?...and I'm 97.5percent sure that you gonna ask me to tell something about my life later...and I have to answer like this...I live in PJ..I have a degree...I love watching movies, listening to rock and roll music,I have great passion in writing..bla bla bla...damn..too predictable...
Err...why I want to be a journalist?...Did I answer the question..urmm
Tapi hasilnya hurm...entahlaa
Question: WHY I WANT TO BE A JOURNALIST
Answer:
As far back as I can remember, I've always wanted to be a gangster...well thats my childhood dream I guess..when everyone in my class in standard 1 dreaming about being a fucking doctor, astronout, engineer,architect and bla..bla bla..well I'm just not into that I think..
But today everything is different..I'm not a fucking gangster or a fucking doctor,I'm just an ordinary person living in this sick society surrounded by Akademia Fantasia generation and...fucking damn Harian Metro readers..Sometimes I think careers are a 20th century invention and I don't want one...and sometimes I don't even know what I really want in this world...Well I don't know what I'm looking for but I'm pretty sure that I just wanna look some more...
When I look into this life..I realize something...8-years old sitting in class room at school, taking PMR exam when 15 years old, sPM and degree...and then after graduate find a good job.. be a fucking lawyer, find a girl and settle down...get married..bla-bla bla..cliche...fucking predictable...fucking borrriinngggg...well thats life...choose life..choose a job..choose a career, choose a fucking big television, choose a beautiful girl choose bla bla bla...life is seriously borriinggggg...
Why don't we just choose not to choose life...choose something else...the otherside of life...I don't knoe where its going but I think it won't be boring...being free...sometime the freedom and simple beauty is too good to pass up...When i want something in life, just gotta reach out and grab it....
Sometimes I prefer to be alone..sitting in my room watching Johnny Depp's Fear and Loathing in Vegas or Cameron Crowe's Beautiful Girls the whole day...listening to rock and roll music...looking at the world in different perspective...wondering who the fuck I am tomorrow morning.....well...just a perfect day I think...just live...living on my own..
I don't have to work out on some piece of shit like this...attending an interview and writing some stuff about why I want to be a journalist...what a dumb question I have to answer in this bloody cold Saturday morning...hoping to get a new career and new life as a journalist...and suddenly you asking me why I want to be a journalist?...and I'm 97.5percent sure that you gonna ask me to tell something about my life later...and I have to answer like this...I live in PJ..I have a degree...I love watching movies, listening to rock and roll music,I have great passion in writing..bla bla bla...damn..too predictable...
Err...why I want to be a journalist?...Did I answer the question..urmm
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