Call it getting old or whatever you want but the more I find contentment in my real life the less I have the energy to share it. I’m not saying sharing your life on social media for public consumption is wrong. However, some appear to overdo it complete with powerful captions and hashtags of jubilance, which sometimes prompts you to think, “Is all this an attempt to feign a ‘happy life’?” Last year, I had lots of good and happy events, I missed sharing online because I was too busy enjoying them so much. We don’t need the likes and favourites of online strangers to validate that we are living a good and happy life.Read More
The words of a poem pack more than they appear at first. They must be chosen carefully, not overdoing it and not underselling the message either. I wanted to use "explode" in the poem down below but felt that "fracture" was the better choice in this context. Too bad, no bang bang boom then.Read More
If you are subscribed to my newsletter, you might've wondered why I haven't appeared in your inbox for quite some time. It's because in last few months, I stopped sending newsletters. While SEO-aware and branding-conscious gurus will say it's not a good decision, I did it for a few personal reasons.Read More
I've had my fair share of flops, failures, and disappointments in my writing career. However, the beat goes on and I'm still marching on. Sometimes I feel nostalgic, not that I yearn and want to live in the past (no, thank you very much). But every now and then old memories pop in to say hello. So I look at some of my abandoned projects. For a short while, I'm transported to an early time when I probably had some or all of the following: hubris, a few chips on my shoulder, "smoldering" passion, and unbridled addiction to a certain alcohol.Read More
I got the pair of socks below as a gift during last year's Christmas party in the office. Who knew they would inspire micro-poetry? And of course, I thought of a character in my novel and it thrilled me. Because pizza!
Hope this titillates you or even just whet your appetite.Read More
It's hard to say goodbye, to people, to beliefs, and even to places, especially if that place is where you built the beginning of your dream career.
Today, I sit here inside my favorite Starbucks store on its final operating day writing my first blog post for 2018. The closing of the store was supposed to happen months ago but got delayed a couple of times. I hoped some divine intervention would interfere and prevent today's event at all. But I guess some things were meant to end (or be).Read More
This year, despite the political shenanigans, personal disappointments, career bumps, and even financial setbacks, I will not call 2017 a shit year. I will not look back on it and say, “That’s the year my Twitter timeline was flooding with negative local news.” Also, “That’s the year I got financially fucked because of an ill-planned investment.” Why? Because the world isn’t always a happy and worry-free paradise. That’s the reality.Read More
Sometimes I find myself writing what seems to be endless drafts of a new writing assignment. When that's the case, I know either the topic lacks some depth or is completely the wrong one to write about. As I worked on my traditional end-of-year reflective blog post this month, I saw four drafts already on my digital notebook but I still felt the task was going nowhere.
The story wound up like this.
Xeno: I have every right to call 2017 my year of victory. After three years toiling for my debut novel I Killed My Friends and It Thrilled Me, it had finally moved from Xenosphere to Internetosphere. I've achieved one of my big dreams and I could call myself successful. On the other hand... blah, blah, blah... lukewarm reception for my indie book... blah, blah, blah... graphic design career that didn't take off... blah, blah, blah... sudden disappearance of someone dear to me... blah, blah, blah... so I'm going to call 2017 my year of humility!
Still, that didn't feel right.Read More
11:11. 1:11. 2:22. 3:33. Every time I saw repeating numbers, on the clock, smart phone, or even the computer, I opened ajar the door of my heart to sadness. The sometimes-starless sky reminded of my foolishness and cowardice. To the-one-that-got-away out there drinking cola and vodka, I sent a wish of happiness and prosperity, things better said face to face while sharing a bottle of spirit.Read More