Got back from the Big Apple yesterday. My god, I’m old - I feel so tired today, even though I had an afternoon snooze for just under two hours yesterday as well as almost nine hours’ sleep last night. At the moment my shoulders are aching and my head feels all wooly and incapable of doing any meaningful work. I opened up a document that I was working on just before I left, took one look at it, and decided I just couldn’t deal with it right now.

But let’s backtrack a little. I was checking my email earlier this morning (and deleting loads of spam … I keep getting emails with the subject title of “Hi I’m a-name-of-some-sort, a 25 y.o. blonde/Russian/busty girl”! Doh! Annoying of what!), and in amongst all the junk, was one titled “interview for malaysian abroad”.

It turned out to be an email from someone at one of the dailies back home, asking if I minded being interviewed for a column focusing on Malaysians who live and work abroad. First reaction: I giggled. Oh my god, a daily wants to interview me?! I don’t know why I found it amusing, but I did.

My second reaction was, oh my god, I could be a star in Malaysia! Yes, that’s the usually-hidden-wannabe-famous side of me coming out. I thought, yes, I could show the world that a Malay girl could do good in London. I wanted the world to know the industry I work in. I wanted the world to know about my flamenco activities. Yes dammit, I wanted my fifteen minutes of fame!

After a while though, I thought alamak. Someone wants to interview me about my private life? Now, I don’t mind being interviewed about work (assuming the powers-that-be are OK with that) but hmmm … this? I dunno. I mean, it’s not as if I lead a wildly exciting life over here - I had a quick read through of the people who’d been previously interviewed, and I just thought, really, I don’t lead that exciting a life (I spend my weekends buying food at Sainsbury’s, for heaven’s sake!), and I’m not super-ambitious and whilst yes, I would like to lead a more fulfilling life and all that, I can’t see me coming up with some life-affirming philosophy or wise words about life. Besides, do I really want the world to know about what goes on in my life? What’s more, presumably I’d have to mention the hubby - not that I mind, but he probably would!

Still … I don’t know. A part of me still thinks go for it. In any case, I’ve been thinking about writing again as you know, and getting in touch with someone from a daily back home is probably as good a way as any to get a foot in the door.

Maybe, just maybe, I’ll send a reply to that email.