17/5/2004
Hah! What did I tell you about the new Ghostface Killah
album? Read this, then read
this
(note the dates). I'm so cool.
Growing increasingly disillusioned with my job. The profession itself
is okay, and my work place is an absolute nuthouse (in the fun sense).
I just can't stand having to suck up to people and sacrifice editorial
integrity for the sake of advertising sales. I'm not saying that we
lie in our articles, just that we don't tell the truth as it is. I'm
so low at the bottom of the food chain that I no longer give a fuck
cos it couldn't possibly get any worse. I can imagine how naïve
I look; it's probably how the industry works anyway, so there's really
no use in kicking up a fuss.
Was watching a travel documentary on TV the other day and they had
this guy running around London hopping on and off all these buses
including the No. 6 that used to pass right in front of my flat on
Edgware Road. Sigh ... I used to do that a lot too. Yes, I miss a
lot of things in London but I'm not willing to go there again if it
means spending days walking around doing things all alone and eating
take-away seven days a week. It's certainly not as lonely here in
KL (and the food's great) but the place is emotionally dry, rife with
pretension and just lots of other general suckiness.
For example, chicks in KL dig large exhaust pipes. I'm not sure how
much sense that makes to those of you who aren't from KL so let me
explain. Chicks love it when you have a fast car, or at least a heavily
modified car which looks fast. Don't forget the exhaust pipe! The
louder it is, the hornier the chicks get. Either that or you'd have
to be 40, have lots of disposable income to spare and drive a Ferrari
that you don't even know how to park (no kidding! I've seen it with
me own eyes). Who gives a toss about a beer belly when you've got
bling? You dig?
