When I hold a 2B pencil, I'm quiet. When I hold a microphone, I'm worshipped.
All of us have a life , but how many of us have "secret lives"? Superman is Clark Kent. Spider-man is Peter Parker and Batman is Bruce Wayne. However, this is not to imply that my life is not as fascinating as these non-fictious characters, but it deems a slight true relevance.
I can honestly say that I'm a decent writer. Yes, go on and nod. Believe it. I have all the traits of a writer the moment I grasp that short little 2B pencil. A surge of energy runs through my blood stream and ka-blow, it hits right where my unconscious part is.Then the engines start igniting some weird force that makes my right hand to write down whatever the hell I want. Want me to sell a kitchen cabinet? Bring it on! Want me to make people notice about your brand? Let hell be unleashed! Want Creative Directors to say " wow, good stuff, when can you start?" I'm the man you should see!
However, 20 minutes later I find myself struggling and scratching my head while silently making light coughes to clear my throat but in reality I'm trying to imitate those professors in the movie; when they want to show that they are clever, they always let out this gentle little cough. Pshaww, bull.
Insecurities, loss of words, writers block, visual-lead-ideas. A writers friend and enemy at the same time. And it all started from that little 2B pencil.
I'm merely a tiny part of the universe's master plan, as a writer that is.
But like Superman, a godly icon to comic geeks and nerds, I too can change to something bigger than the universe's master plan. And it all happens the moment I grab my SM 58 microphone which I bought for RM 200. It is the Holy Grail for all rock and rap vocalist such as Linkin Park's Chester Bennington, Pearl Jam's Eddie Vedder and Nirvana's Kurt Cobain. The result? I become a front man, vocalist, rapper for my own band which is called Inkibma, and out of the 5 member piece, 2 of them are my siblings ( i hate my brothers but they are like the creative force of the band).
Lo and behold, by the power invested through the microphone, I'm worshipped as a rock star. Not as equal as Keith Richards or Johnny Depp, but at least much happening than a writer. The stage is my playground and my altar of power where young underage girls look up and feast on the magnificent of my band and of course, me.
So, there you go. The power of the pencil and the power of the mic. Two things that creates an immense force but yet still being harnessed.
Check out my blog if you want to find a good copywriter. Don't worry. You'll be entertained.
I can honestly say that I'm a decent writer. Yes, go on and nod. Believe it. I have all the traits of a writer the moment I grasp that short little 2B pencil. A surge of energy runs through my blood stream and ka-blow, it hits right where my unconscious part is.Then the engines start igniting some weird force that makes my right hand to write down whatever the hell I want. Want me to sell a kitchen cabinet? Bring it on! Want me to make people notice about your brand? Let hell be unleashed! Want Creative Directors to say " wow, good stuff, when can you start?" I'm the man you should see!
However, 20 minutes later I find myself struggling and scratching my head while silently making light coughes to clear my throat but in reality I'm trying to imitate those professors in the movie; when they want to show that they are clever, they always let out this gentle little cough. Pshaww, bull.
Insecurities, loss of words, writers block, visual-lead-ideas. A writers friend and enemy at the same time. And it all started from that little 2B pencil.
I'm merely a tiny part of the universe's master plan, as a writer that is.
But like Superman, a godly icon to comic geeks and nerds, I too can change to something bigger than the universe's master plan. And it all happens the moment I grab my SM 58 microphone which I bought for RM 200. It is the Holy Grail for all rock and rap vocalist such as Linkin Park's Chester Bennington, Pearl Jam's Eddie Vedder and Nirvana's Kurt Cobain. The result? I become a front man, vocalist, rapper for my own band which is called Inkibma, and out of the 5 member piece, 2 of them are my siblings ( i hate my brothers but they are like the creative force of the band).
Lo and behold, by the power invested through the microphone, I'm worshipped as a rock star. Not as equal as Keith Richards or Johnny Depp, but at least much happening than a writer. The stage is my playground and my altar of power where young underage girls look up and feast on the magnificent of my band and of course, me.
So, there you go. The power of the pencil and the power of the mic. Two things that creates an immense force but yet still being harnessed.
Check out my blog if you want to find a good copywriter. Don't worry. You'll be entertained.
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