first jump

i think I've mentioned before that one day, one fine day...i wish to write a novel, to become an author. Not for money, fame, or anything - but somehow, i feel like i have a lot of things going on inside my mind that I wish to someday share with whoever wishes to listen. I am not much of a talker, i don't really express how i truly feel when talking, even when 1-on-1, but, I do become very very frank and honest when i pen down what i have in mind into some kind of writings.

so today i have decided to finally start it. well, not to say decided, cause i have this decision (to write) long ago in my heart, even unashamedly spoken about it to friends who ask, but more on finally finding the courage and most importantly inspiration to begin. what's or who's the inspiration factor? i promise, once this novel done, i will tell what  & who behind it.

pray that this urge and courage remains throughout the whole project. pray that I will not give up as I usually and relentlessly do. pray that my wish will come true.

i have no experience on authoring a novel, i have no actual lesson on writing - but regardless i will jump in this project, headfirst! but i have to say, i am now seriously thinking about taking a course in literature. I wonder how that will be.

only i minor thing though. on this first novel, i will write in my mother tongue. I've had always contemplating between writing in English or Malay, but i suppose, let me try with Malay first - and then one day, once my English had become much better literally, i will surely write in English next.

wish me luck! :)

note: only - i am still wondering how i'm going to juggle between work and this little project, since lately, i've started to bring home some works, as 8 hours simply not enough! this job really chewing me out.

music. i. love.

i love music. i love good melody, good lyrics. i appreciate the music, even when i’m not much of a singer.

but i was born in a family of non-musicians. no one in my family actually a musician, no one in my circle of friends actually in a band or anything remotely close to that. we karaoke, yes. but being a musician, no. regardless, that doesn’t stop my father from going to that karaoke place every night after he separated from my mom, or stop my mom from singing in the kitchen, or stop my brothers from singing every single day in the shower, or stop my twin brothers from buying knock-off guitars from his friend, or stop my baby sisters from recording songs from thee radio and listen it on their cheap mobile phone. hmm, now that i wrote this down, i began to realize that my whole family were quite heavily influenced by music. my third brother can actually sings, and have a lot of guts doing it.

i listen to music everyday on my way to work, i listen to music whenever it gets too noisy, or too quiet at work. i listen to music and smile. i listen to music and cry. i don’t know how to explain it, but music to me is like a comfort food. you need it when you need it. and with the kind of life i have, i sort of needed it all the time.

i love the seemingly freedom those musician have.

oh and i recently fall for that particular malaysian born guitarist agcoco from hujan band.