A friend of mine asked me a few weeks back,

“Apasal Kau malas update blog?”

To which I replied,

“What should I write? Seriously (a catchphrase now known as the “dzuf"). I don’t go out that much. Movies? Hahahaha yeah right, you know what kind of movies I watch kan. And besides they are all old movies, music and all? Takde mase. Seriously.”

“Why did you start one in the first place? You kinda have to commit yourself to this kinda thing, you know, if you wanna start something.”

“Commit, you say? Hahahaha, I can’t even commit to a single moisturizer”

And after that the meehon goreng arrived and we stuffed ourselves silently. Well, except for the occasional bitching ‘bout things, like the degree of saltiness of the meal (bland, ‘salt shipwreck’---kak ade lagi ke garam kat dapur? Ade dik, nak ke? Oh tidak, saya ingat akak dah tuang semuanya ke dalam mee hoon goreng saya, ‘Ghandi’s salt march’---this is the most horrible, you are hungry and have no choice but to eat.), the rude waiters and so on.

So, yeah.
I know I’ve been very bad when it comes to committing myself to a single thing and pursue it wholeheartedly. But you can’t blame me. See, I have the attention span of a 3 year old kid with ADHD (no offence to anyone). I would look at something new, play with it for a while and go back to my old lazy self. (Note to self: LAUNDRY!)

So what has this done to me? I buy lots of books and only manage to read ¾ of each of these books, I spend only 10 second on one song before jumping to the chorus and the next song, preferably within the next 8 seconds and I am the Olympic gold medalist for CHANNEL SURFING.

So, yeah. But this ‘problem’ has also kinda given me an opportunity to be a try-ist. I’ll try anything once. You know how these new things are, they are like that new VOGUE that you‘ve just bought, the one with the glossy photo of somebody famous. You know how it smells, how the binding is still intact and how the pages are still clean and crisp. And then you flip through it for 10 seconds and you get bored and wish you’d bought GQ or VANITY FAIR instead. But nevertheless you cherish that VOGUE and place it neatly on the bookshelf and look at it with pride.

And years from now you’d flip through the magazine and start to read the articles and laugh at the pictures and ‘style’.

That’s exactly how I feel about this whole blogging thing. Frankly I’m bored already. Hahahaha

I don’t really write very well. My trail of thought is as short as Sarimah Ibrahim’s Musical career. Short but very intense. Hahahahah

Ok.

So I shall leave you with another non-post Post.