Wannabe

"I wrote this record while 30,000 feet in the air," Hol' Up by Kendrick Lamar.

So at this point I have just finished reading Khaled Hosseini's And The Mountains Echoed after lugging the book around for almost two weeks. As usual, I updated my GoodReads account, wrote a review on the book and thought "update pi lah blog pun", but not to review the book lah of course.

You see, one of my not-so-recent ambitions is to write fiction. Short stories, novels, doesn't really matter. I just want to be able to tell stories through writing. I marvel at and envy people who are able to do this well, Khaled Hosseini being one of them. He became a doctor before actually publishing his first book when he was 38. It took him some time, but in the end he pulled through and ended up being super-successful too. But I digress.

I follow a few writer-help-twitter-accounts on twitter and one of them tweeted something that sounded like this: "There's no such thing as an aspiring writer. You either write or you don't." And it hit me quite hard in my brain's figurative nuts. I am merely a wannabe-but-never-gonna-be.

I've always had this thought that one day, I'm going to be a writer. One day, I'll publish books. One day, one day. But I never actually wrote anything. I barely write on my blog as it is. I write assignments out of sheer force. Heck, I barely even write shopping lists.

And I have the gall to say that I'm going to be a writer? You may laugh that off immediately.

Macklemore says in his song Ten Thousand Hours "the greats weren't great because at birth they could paint, the greats were great because they painted a lot." I can't depend on this inner-feeling that I have that says that I'll be a writer someday. Why can't that someday be today? Why can't I be a writer now?

I give myself a lot of excuses as to why I can't write right now. Because I don't have a great idea yet. Because I haven't read enough books yet. Because I'm too busy, too tired, too occupied with other things to write. 

I have a friend who writes lots. He's a law students. He says he doesn't really read that many books. Not fictional ones anyway. He takes the attitude of "I write what I want to write. Whether you like it or not is not my problem". He also shared a quote on twitter the other day that goes "a writer is not judged by how well he writes; only by how badly he wants to write". And in that sense, I suppose I don't really have enough desire to write, judging from the multiple excuses I give myself to run away from actually writing. Because I'm afraid that I'll suck?

I shouldn't be afraid of sucking because I most definitely AM going to suck. No doubt about it. I most definitely AM going to produce shit-quality material. But that's irrelevant. The reality is 1 shit piece of writing is one step ahead and above no piece of writing at all. And, anakpakman, you're only kidding yourself when you say that you'll only be able to produce the same quality material for the rest of your life. You're only kidding yourself when you say that you won't improve after writing 100 shit-stories. You're only kidding yourself when you say you can't do it.

The fact of the matter is, you'll become a better writer as you write. So write, anakpakman, write now. Not tomorrow. Now.

May peace be upon you.

Cheers!

Only Myself To Blame

"It's too cold for you here and now," Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood.

So my hands are trembling, I feel very tired but my eyes are wide open and my leg won't stop shaking. Plus, I feel like throwing up and my focus is nowhere to be found, so much so that I can't even read right. Let's just say that sleep deprivation and me don't mix too well.

It's my fault too. Stayed up until 4am tadi editing a video, and of course got up at 6.30am for subuh and ran some errands afterwards. If I had started it earlier as scheduled and not have procrastinated so much, I would have been able to get it done and still get a good 5 hours of sleep in. Why you do this to yourself, anakpakman, I will never know. And by this time, the word "procrastination" is my most resented word in the whole wide world at the moment. Too much of a big word can do things to ya, I tells ya. Here's the video, by the way:

 

Shameless, shameless plugging of self. But hey, it's my blog so I'll be narcissistic if I want to. Deal with it, Anwar.

But really, procrastination has been THE main problem for these last few years in my life, and I have no one to blame but myself.

It may have hit my video-making pretty hard, but let me tell you that I suffered the most academically through this shameful self-inflicted disease of mine. I can identify so much with waitbutwhy in their passage:

"In college, the sudden unbridled personal freedom was a disaster for me—I did nothing, ever, for any reason. The one exception was that I had to hand in papers from time to time. I would do those the night before, until I realized I could just do them through the night, and I did that until I realized I could actually start them in the early morning on the day they were due."

University life was crippling to me mostly because of the freedom I enjoyed. Nobody pushed me to get anything done (except probably pay the rent), and growing up my whole life having people push me to get stuff done (11 years of school and 2 and half years of Malaysian teacher training institute), this sudden lack of push made me stop in my tracks, always expecting some push but never getting any. 

I have now finished my B. Ed. TESOL degree studies, and although I've passed (alhamdulillah), I'm not proud of how I did. I just know that I could have done sooo much better if it not were for me and my waiting for the Panic Monster to come kicking down my door. I took on any excuse for not getting work done (part-time job, being tired and needing a nap, needing to go hang out with friends because I've only hung out with them five times this week, etc.).

There was this one assignment where we had to work in groups, and I loved that one so much and did quite well because there were other people around to push me to get things done. Any individual work (and there were a LOT of them) and I'd be floating around not getting anything done. Often I'd find myself helping other people out with the assignment when I haven't even started on mine yet. Anything to avoid doing actual work. It's shameful, really.

I'm exposing this to you dear reader because 1. sleep deprivation, and 2. so that you may take away a lesson from my experience. Damn here I am pretending to be all wise and shtuff. But really, I wish upon no one what I have inflicted upon myself. Please do what you can to be the best person you can be. It's never too late for anyone to take a turn for the better, least of all a 23-year-old male almost-graduate. 

Let's do this. If not fly, run. If not run, walk. You get the idea. Crawl.

May peace be upon you.

Cheers.

Blind Ferry

"I let my mind wander far beyond Mars," Budding Ornithologists Are Weary of Tired Analogies by Milo.

He stepped onto the ferry as he once did so often a few years ago. It hasn’t changed much. Just the seating orientation was different from how he remembered. It used to be rows lined up as if the passengers were all there to watch a movie or a staging that was supposed to happen at the front of the vessel. Now it’s just two pairs of columns of chairs lining up almost all the way back and all the way to the front of the top floor of the ferry, each set of chairs in the pair facing the other. A lot more standing space, a lot less seats.

He made his way right up to the front of the ferry. There was a slight breeze, but not strong enough to blow his fedora off his head. He still held it in place while pacing to the bow though, for lack of anything to do with his hands more than anything. He led the congregation of strangers making their way back to the island of the orient. Or was it the pearl or something? Ah, he couldn’t be bothered. It’s not like it was his hometown or anything. He just studied there.

Right up to the front side on the right wall of the vessel was what looked like a bench that wouldn’t be out of place in a garden of a bungalow somewhere. He rested his weary backside on the far right side of the bench, placing his black Country Road duffel bag to his left so that no one gets too close. His eyes roam the mixture of people before him. Mostly tired-looking people, most probably on their way back home after a long days’ work. He checked his watch. 8:02 p.m. Yeah, they’re definitely from their work places.

Before his eyes could have another go over the light crowd, two men approached him from his blind spot. He only noticed them after one of them said “Duduk sini ya?” He wore a uniform. One of those corporate button up shirts. Must be a ferry worker.

While taking his seat, the other man replied, “Terima kasih.” to which the man in the corporate shirt gave a slight smile, turned on his heels and walked back in the direction he came from.

The other man was blind. He held a walking stick and was glancing all over the place without really seeming to look at anything, even with his eyes wide open. Damn, thought fedora man. Did I just sit on a disabled-people seat? He searched the wall behind him for any signage that would confirm that he was being a douchebag, but besides the wording “Pulau Angsa”, no sign of a logo denoting that it was a “special area” was to be seen. Phew.

The ferry embarked on its 20-minute journey to the island soon afterwards.

He shifted his eyes to the man beside him. Slim. Shirt and jeans; his kind of guy. Looks around his age too, maybe a little older. Besides his walking stick, he had a plastic bag in his hand. Fedora peeked into his plastic bag to find what looked like some Tiger cookies, kuih kacang tumbuk (if that was what they were called) and some other thing he couldn’t quite figure out.

Suddenly the blind man put his hand in his pocket to pull out a phone, one of those old Nokias that had polyphonic ringtones. He unlocked the phone and put it up to his ear, the screen facing outwards. Fedora observed him doing this in suppressed fascination. 

He could see that the blind man was on the message page. Rows of texts from “Sayang” could be read when he entered his inbox. Fedora briefly raised his eyebrows. This dude’s blind and he has a girlfriend? God I’m such a loser.

The blind man clicked on his texts and seemed to be listening to them. Fedora did try to eavesdrop on the phone, but he couldn’t get his ear close enough to the phone without seeming creepy, so he sat back. He never knew that phones had a “read text messages for me” feature. Even his iPhone couldn’t do that, as far as he knew.

The blind man continued listening to his text messages for a few minutes before putting it away in his pocket. He then felt around in his plastic bag of snacks and took out the packet of Tiger cookies and sniffed it. Fedora, again, fascinated, wondered if he should offer a helping hand at opening the packet. I want to help the dude, but I don’t want to insult him. He could very well do it on his own, seeing that he’s an adult. Would I be insulted if someone offered to do something I had been doing myself for a long time? I probably would.

While he mulled over the idea, the blind man put back the packet in the plastic bag and took out the packet of kuih kacang tumbuk and sniffed it. After a couple of good long sniffs, he felt around with his fingers the tip of the packet and bit down on the plastic. He tore it open with his mouth, ever so ungracefully, but effectively nonetheless. After a few bites and spits later, his finger went into the small opening he made for himself and opened the hole a little more. He took out one kuih, unwrapped it and ate the thing in two successive bites. While chewing on the kuih, he put the packet back into the plastic bag.

See? Thought fedora. He is perfectly capable of feeding himself. He withheld a chuckle before his eyes again ventured around the not too crowded ferry area.

A Degree of Certainty

"You live what you've learned," Points of Authority by Linkin Park.

So I have officially ended my days as a B. Ed. TESOL undergrad. Not a graduate yet though. Without the scroll (which will be awarded in April-ish), I am still as good as a secondary school leaver. 

Having said that, I have spent a very significant part of my life (5 years and a half, to be clear) being around 60 other people who are known as the B. Ed. TESOL IPGKPP-Macquarie University students, and finishing my degree studies also marks the end of my official association with those people in the course.

I have grown from a scrawny, arrogant young punk to a less scrawny, more grateful young man (I can never get used to calling myself a man, man). And those 60-odd people have played a big part in making that happen, some bigger than others, but a role they have played nonetheless.

I never was any good with goodbyes.

I would like to thank all of these people for helping me become the person I am today. Some have helped me in times of trouble, being living proof that genuinely good people are out there. Some have shared my struggles, allowed me into their lives and together build each others' understanding of the world. We've laughed, we've cried, we've fought, made up, talked and talked, or sometimes just enjoyed each others' silent company. 

The road is a long one still for each and every one of us. It is unfortunate that we have to part ways and from now on grow separately, but what is meeting without parting? It is why our brief encounters with each other become ever so valuable.

We shall cross paths again in the future, I am certain of that. Although maybe not in the totality of our studying days, but meet again we shall, inshaAllah. Until then, I wish each and every one of you the best in your future endeavours.

For better or for worse; for good.

May peace be upon you.

Cheers!

Side Projects

"Right thoughts, right words," Right Action by Franz Ferdinand.

So side projects. I have come to discover that having side projects is the most important thing in the world. Okay, not the most important thing in the world. But it's pretty damn important in order for one to stay productive.

You can't really just focus all your efforts doing just one thing forever. You'll get bored. And if you don't have any side projects going on, you'll be wasting your time being bored and not doing anything about it. And that ain't coooool, innit?

Thing is, I sometimes feel like I like doing so many distinct things, and the interest in each thing comes and goes in phases. And this sort of confuses me. It makes me wonder "what am I actually supposed to be doing?" and now I've come to realise that the answer is "all of them".

We all have passions, and some of us (me included) have more than one. A mistake people usually make (me included) is to just choose one passion and discard the rest. I now realise that doing that is a mistake. I can't discard any of my passions, because they are what make me, me. I don;t have to choose between my passions because those choices have already been made. I like doing certain things (writing, music, rugby) and dislike doing certain things (playing football, eating petai, playing football) and that's perfectly fine. All that's left for me to do is to do something with my inclinations. I can't worry about unity from passion to passion, inclination to inclination, piece to piece - because what unifies all of it is the fact they all come from inside me (and from above lah ofkos). I have to trust that one day when I look back upon all of this, it'll all make sense.

Let's look at a couple of my peers. MatLuthfi, his main thing (currently) is getting his Masters degree. And he's definitely an awesome enough graduate, he could even get his PhD before he's 30. His side projects are his videos. And they're mind-blowingly good. I'm sure he has some other side-projects going on too. And they should be mind-blowingly good too.

Aiman Azlan. God, he's such a hardworking guy. He makes videos regularly. He's in the process of writing a book (which a lot of us are waiting for in full anticipation). He writes regularly for langitilahi.com as well as for his own blog. He shares so many useful stuff on his FB page and twitter (@aimanazlan90). I'm sure when he comes back to Malaysia, he'll be going around the country sharing uber-useful and inspirational thoughts with anyone and everyone.

Having multiple projects going on at once is definitely helpful because we can bounce between them. Once we get sick of one project, we can always move on to the other one, then when we get sick of that one, go back to the first one. This way, we'll keep ourselves occupied and interested.

This post was inspired by the book "Steal Like An Artist" by Austin Kleon. He says things a lot more eloquently and concisely than I do, so i recommend the book to everyone who wants to be more creative and productive in their work, whatever their work may be.

(Re-reading this post, all I can say is "berteraboq!")

May peace be upon you.

Cheers!

USM ConvEx 2013

"Somebody comes and hits you with an ooh la la la la," Mad Sounds by Arctic Monkeys.

So this weekend I'll be at USM's (main campus) Convocation Expo. It's an annual thing. Always very lively and draws quite a crowd. If you're a Penangite and you've never made it to a USM Convocation Expo, you're missing out, like seriously. Here are the event's deets:

Thing: 48th USM Convocation Expo (ConvEx'13) / Ekspo Konvokesyen USM ke-48.
Dates: 18th - 22nd of September 2013.
Theme: Volunteerism as a Lifestyle / Kesukarelawanan Sebagai Gaya Hidup.

Here's the logo:

awww yeaaaaa

On the 22nd of September in particular, I'll be talking about some stuff. Here's a poster of that:

I know what you're thinking. "That picture again?? Doesn't he have any other selfies??"

Sorry, but that's the only semi-proper self portrait I have of myself. All the others are of me duckfacing. It's turned into a natural reflex now upon seeing any camera lens. Again, my apologies.

If you would like to listen to me talk about volunteerism and my involvement in it (which is, let's be honest, minimal) then head on over. If you'd like to buy me a drink afterwards, then you are most welcome. Be warned: I take plain water, mostly.

Man Purse

"I'm just a crosshair," Take Me Out by Franz Ferdinand.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Characters portrayed here tiada kaitan dengan yang hidup atau yang mati. Meows.

***

Lepak at Starbucks pada hari yang panas lagi haze. Heh, tak sangka aku dah boleh actually beli sesuatu sambil lepak sini. Siap ada smartphone lagi. Tapi aku bukan reti pakai sangat, benda baru sebulan beli. Plus, takdak siapa yang nak ajaq aku macam mana nak guna benda tu, except brader yang juai kat aku tu lah bagi tutorial sikit-sikit. Dia tu Melayu, tapi taktaw pasepa nak kena cakap accent Cina ngan aku. Nak kata aku muka Cina, dak pun. Siap muka ala hero Hindustan pun ada. Aku cakap pun bukan ada pelat Cina ka apa, cakap Penang camni ajalah. So, fon mahai-mahai simpan dalam beg LV Petaling Street ni ajalah. Kat Malaysia ni takleh nak tayang sangat, nanti ada mata yang berkenan satgi, buat naya aku ja. Beg ni pun aku dok tengok ramai dok pakai lani. Aku taktaw la sama ada orang pakai untuk fashion atau function. Nak kata fashion, huduh ja aku tengok. Function la kot. Ya la, masing-masing dah ada smartphone la, tablet la apa la, tak muat dah nak letak dalam poket semua benda tu. Aku pun pakai untuk function la jugak. Boleh letak benda lain sama selain gadget-gadget ni.

Hm, 4.15pm. Banyak lagi masa.

Kalau pikiaq balik, dulu mana ada aku nak boleh lepak-lepak tempat macam ni. Kalau lepak pun, tak beli apa-apa lah. Just lepak semata-mata, sampai ada waiter halau pasai tak beli apa-apa. Time jadi student dulu pun, mana ada duit nak beli air secawan nak dekat dua puluh ringgit ni. Duit pinjaman dapat berapa langsung. Tambah pula aku bukan jenis berniaga or anything. Aku takdak masa dan takdak kerajinan. Jadi aku dok lah lepak sorang-sorang mana-mana yang sesuai dengan keadaan diri aku yang macam dulu tu. Lani pun still lepak sorang-sorang gak. Cuma lani atas urusan kerja. Bukan macam dulu, lepak nak lari dari belajaq.

Buat masscomm kat universiti takbes mana pun. Ya la ada kawan sana sini, tapi tak pernah plak ada bespren ka apa. Jarang ada orang ajak lepak kat luaq. Kalau ada pun pasai nak pau rokok aku la kot. Girlfren pun pernah ada sorang ja dulu, tapi tak sampai dua minggu pun lepaih tu dapat taw kata dia dok keluaq ngan orang len sama. Pasaipa dia nak kapel ngan aku in the first place pun aku taktaw. Bila tanya dia, bukan dia nak habaq. Hadoih.

Aku buat masscomm bukan nak jadi artis. Ya la, ramai member sekelaih, bila tanya pasaipa amek masscomm, yang tu lah jawapan dia, walaupun depa tak guna wording yang tu sejibik, tapi it doesn’t take a genius to deduce that their ultimate goal is to be rich and famous. The rich part tu tak tentu lah, tapi femes tu sudah pasti depa nak. Depa ingatkot bila femes tu kekayaan mai sekali kot. Haih. 

Aku buat masscomm pun pasai takdak opsyen lain dah. Tu ja tawaran UPU had aku dapat. Kalau bukan diploma masscomm, memang menganggur lah aku, and aku tak bersedia untuk kehidupan bekerja lagi time lepaih SPM dulu. Bukan macam aku ada tanggungjawab nak kena pikul ka apa, parents aku buat macam aku dah takdak ja, sejak sekolah lagi. Aku taw depa sibuk cari duit, tapi sampai abaikan anak depa sendiri, aku rasa tak patut ah. Jadi aku amek keputusan sambung belajaq supaya aku bleh keluaq rumah, dok hostel, amek PTPTN, setel hidup aku tiga tahun. Aku balik rumah pun bila ja? Bila cuti lama and depa tak bagi dok hostel. Time raya ngan cuti sem. Aku balik rumah pun bukan buat apa. Dok main DotA sorang2 dalam bilik. Bukan main online pun. Just main lawan ngan AI. Main ngan manusia lain menyusahkan ja. Dengan lag la dengan abbreviation yang aku tak paham la. Bek aku men sorang. Takdak sapa kacau, aku pun tak kacau orang. Senang hidup.

Lani dah habeh belajaq, aku tak sangka aku nak masuk bidang ni. Agak rare la kat Malaysia ni sebenaqnya. Ya lah, Malaysia ni bukannya Amereka ka apa ka, susah nak jumpak orang yang cari makan guna cara ni ja. Femes tu memang femes, duit pun dah ada dah lani, tapi orang tak kenailah aku ni sapadia. Tu bleh lepak Starbucks buat rilek ja. Syok. Duit pun masuk, reputasi pun ada, tapi masih lagi dapat kekalkan identiti diri di khalayak. It doesn’t get much better than this. Maybe lepaih ni aku boleh up-kan lagi harga servis aku kot. Ya la seribu ringgit per pax tu cukup makan dah bagi aku yang sederhana ni, tapi maybe lepaih ni aku mintak lebih, boleh la aku lepak Starbucks ni kerap-kerap sikit. Ayaq dia tadi tu pun sedap. Nama apa pun aku dah lupa dah. Ice-blended apa ntah?

Eh, dah habeh pun office hour. Time to get to work. Amek helmet full-face aku, naik LC135 kaler biru aku ni. Plate baru tukaq ja from last time, tapi paint job aku tak bothered nak tukaq. Common kot design template dia ni. Kalau aku pi boh custom paint job, tak ka lagi senang orang nak recognize? Agak pendek akai la orang had pi cat balik dia punya moto bila dalam bidang ni. Manusia ni stai tak pikiaq, tu yang payah tu.

Ha, tu dia BMW had aku dok cari. Macam biasa lah. Ikut sampai lebam. Tapi tak lebam pun selalunya. Jam kat KL ni sumpah dependable punya. Cuma tunggu dia ni masuk stesen minyak ja. Cepat la, dah merah dah tu meter. Rumah hang bukannya dekat. Ha, masuk pun. Aku agak bangga la ngan diri sendiri come up dengan idea untuk buang minyak dalam kereta dia masa dia still kat opis tu, memaksa dia untuk pi isi minyak as soon as possible. Mana aku dapat akai camni pun aku taktaw. Modai kena keluaq la sikit nak beli fuel cap tu, tapi berapa ringgit ja. Lagipun aku claim ja kat client aku. Small is the matter. Asalkan senang sikit kerja aku paihtu.

Ha, minyak dah isi, lani cuma tunggu lampu merah. Uish, lambat skit nak jumpak merah ni pun, aduhai. Ha, berhenti pun. Go time.

***

The motorcyclist tapped onto the window of the the blue BMW using a fuel cap and waved it to the driver. The driver was startled at first, being previously busy on his bluetooth-hooked phone discussing God knows what, then gave a puzzled look to the motorcyclist. Did I leave the fuel-cap behind? He nevertheless rolled down his window. Just as he was about to hold-out his hand to receive the fuel-cap, the motorcyclist put his hand into his faux LV man-purse, wrapped his fingers around the silenced hand-gun and pointed the bag in the driver’s direction. With a squeeze of the trigger and a bullet through the  bottom of his man-purse as well as the BMW driver’s forehead, he went ahead to the front of the traffic jam and waited five seconds for the traffic light to turn green before speeding off into the hazy street.

***

Damn, aku dok pegang lagi fuel cap neh. Buat qeja tak ikut procedure plak aku. Tudiala, seronok sangat first time dapat headshot, sampai lupa abeh nak bagi hadiah. Oh well. Next time, maybe.