Apr 30 2003
I left the house early with Anaiz. He headed home and I thought I was going to the beach, but it started drizzling in my neighbourhood so I called the whole idea off. When I called him back at 11am, he was asleep anyway. His grandma had asked me to advise him to get a haircut. The boy just wouldn’t listen. I headed for City Hall to meet Luthfi. We browsed through some CDs and magazines and talked about Liquide a bit. We were talking about how we should be interviewing the bigger fishes like Sheikh Haikel and Najip Ali and Urban Xchange and also do a write-up on the girls who used to be in that group, like Kimberley, Humaa and Michaela. Coincidentally, Humaa came down the escalator. Luthfi told me to stop this shit. I’m freaking him out. Hello, I do not control it.
When Fildza came, Luthfi had already left for Farah’s house for some Japanese cookery. Fildza and I went to meet the people from Universal Music about the possible interviews with artistes under their label, especially Talib Kweli, just for the magazine. We got more than we bargained for. We hooked up with so many upcoming projects and we left with a whole load of give-aways from CDs to vinyls to t-shirts and even Taiwanese hiphop boy-bands CD singles. How exciting. There’s bound to be more coming up. The girl, Natasha, also mentioned about wanting to send us up to Japan to cover the 50 Cent concert but she’d have to go through several parties first. She’d rather us to the job that would be meaningful to our website and print media, compared to a Perfect 10 DJ who’d just take pictures and buy 1 bikini top. Not giving any names. She mentioned about her trip to Kansas City with the Eminem Rap-a-Like contest winner and we shared about how popular Fazli has become. The whole time I was actually bitter that he doesn’t know how much I miss him and care for him and he doesn’t even call. I got all angry and edgy after that and his coincidental message asking for Mac’s number, I had ignored. I’m not an information counter. I deserve a ‘Hello’ and a ‘How are you?’.
I picked up Shakirah at Bugis, and we went to fetch Fiza from work, waited for Yani to come and then Han took us to Newton to have roti john, satay and mutton chop. We sent Fiza to her acting workshop at Mediacorp and oggled at some Andrew Road mansions, that could be substitute locations for the shootings for Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. It was mu-fucking huge!!! The houses were so big, they had lobbies. I expect that the maids who work for the owner have maids of their own. Jesus! Besar nya rumah!We met Salim after that and chilled at Starbucks ’til it was time to go.
Somebody uninvited has been reading my posts, posting tags on my site, and absorbing information that he can probably use against me in future. I suspect it’s the same person who put up my pictures up that personal ads website. Whoever it is, I do not harm you in any way, so I don’t deserve it. Nobody does, because it’s not up to you to judge us. What’s it to you anyway? Is the thrill so fantastic? If it is whoever I think it is, then I swear you need help. 4 years of social crimes is enough, boy. It’s enough.
