Instead of reading and mouthing scripts, he thought it would be more fun for him to try writing them instead.

After all, how difficult could it be - stringing words into sentences, to form compelling stories?

Makes sense? Well, if you're a fan of X-Men, you might know what I am talking about.

I was placed right smack in the centre of a row of television personalities.

The others were Norman Abdul Halim of KRU, AC Mizal, Sarimah Ibrahim, Aznil Haji Nawawi and Jimmy Shanley.

Apparently, it was a speculative piece on who would be the next Akademi Fantasia host.

I’ve done quite a bit in my lifetime, but never, ever, even in my wildest dreams thought that I had to “impersonate” a footballer.

It was for a simple photo shoot that would be used as part of an ad campaign, but the “trauma” of having to pretend that I know a bit about football is pretty ghastly.

SO, they are not really "disposables", are they? While many thought they were going to just be hot for a while – a flash in the pan, so to speak – the new talents from all the reality shows seem to be doing just fine.

If you saw the recent Anugerah Juara Lagu (AJL), I am sure you will agree. Of all the performers that night, only Yuna, Hujan, Misha Omar, Bunkface and Alya were not products of any reality show.

If you ask them separately, you'd perhaps get two different pictures.

However, pay a little bit more attention and you'll realise that Cikgu Eton and Cikgu Kadir are painting the same picture from different angles.

PEOPLE are always making a big fuss about me not driving, and I think they should just give up. I can drive, but I choose not to.

Owning a car and driving it, now that is a huge fuss for me. I'd rather sit in a taxi, chill and let the driver take control. Me? I'd just tell them where to go. Simple.

While the driver sweats it out trying to figure the best route, I might be taking a nap, or just day-dreaming about things.

Like any rookie reporter who had to just take orders and run errands for almost everyone on the floor, all I could do was oblige.

“Here’s something very interesting for you. We just received a call from someone at Dewan Sultan Sulaiman.

In fact, she looked like any American teenager you might see crawling the mall with a bunch of other girls in a scene from one of those movies or TV series you might have watched.

“I think you can sing pretty well… You should give it a go,” she continued enthusiastically.

It was sweet of her, but me being me, I just smiled and politely told her that I am just too old to start a singing career.

Apparently, the subject was simple - how celebrities celebrate Raya (stop rolling your eyes!) in different environments.

I can even imagine now, everything that’s going to transpire during the last week of Ramadan.

Cikgu Kadir, my father, will be fussing about how many chickens should be stocked and how many ketupat
should be prepared.

A COUPLE of years ago, I received one of the funniest, if not most amusing, calls from someone whom I thought was a friend – someone who should know me, well, inside out.

ABANG Jai sat at the end of the table quietly. He seemed to have a lot on his mind but was not able to express it.

His eyes moved excitedly from left to right and it was an effort for him to even say anything. Keeping his head
up was quite an effort too.

I could not help but stare. Next to me was another interesting character. He looked pretty ordinary, but whenever he tried to speak, it sounded more like a garble.