Was it not The Cardigans who proclaimed, "All we ever say/is blahblahblahblah"?
I'll put in the minimum required effort here to post some fairly mid-legible thoughts into text here, thus fully utilizing the genius concept behind this blog ("Word! Text! Communications!" I thought some while back, the best concept any blog has ever produced, really).
It's a weekend, and I mostly do not enjoy weekends. I tend to sleep in on weekends and despite that never gain much in the way of refreshed energy. In fact, there was that one weekday before something important where I slept only three hours, yet felt more energetic and productive than any other day in months.
The magazine is fun as always, mainly because I get to dart around pretending to do work. I have a BlackBerry now (complementing my already-fancy iPhone!) so I tend to walk around looking straight into the little black brick, using my sensory powers of perception not to walk straight into people. BlackBerry Messenger especially is fun. I wish I could keep this damn thing: I'm being loaned it for a month by some very nice friends in a local telco.
This week started off frustrating and turned out fairly brilliantly. I finished all my articles due for the November issue rather quickly, leaving me to idly twiddle my thumbs at work. This does not go on very long because idly twiddling thumbs generally gets repetitive after a few minutes. It's given me time to get into the real meat of things! I've had multiple notebooks at my disposal, writing with gel pens of different colors and thicknesses ideas for new articles. Perhaps it's symbolic of my writing maturity, or perceived maturity, that I'm thinking of writing things outside of my usual scope, and possibly shopping it around to other publications should TELL not want it.
On Friday I subedited the entire magazine on a whim (and because someone let 'it's' instead of 'its' go through!) and I think if nothing else I've rigorously employed my quality-control measures on every headline and standfirst in our November issue. If you buy the magazine - buy it! Buy it! - and find any errors of a grammatical and spelling kind, reserve your hate not for the original writer or editor, but Amirul B Ruslan*, c/o The Amirul B Ruslan Foundation For A Better Future, 68000 Ampang, Selangor.
* I am actually credited as Amirul Ruslan in my bylines at TELL, though the masthead clearly calls me Amirul B Ruslan. This is all intentional.
