Wednesday, 13 November 2013

Without Words

In this highly visual world, I feel there is no place for word
anymore. Few weeks ago, my GM said she only wants pictures or graphics
which are "right into your face", and declared taglines and writings
are not useful. Sigh. I concluded I am redundant as well as all other

Few days ago, someone commented the newsletter I was volunteering for
has too much information, maybe we could take out all the words for a
particular write-up and "let the photos tell the story". Who is going
to tell me the story then? The photos cannot speak, I am sure.
Besides, the photos tell John one story, then, tell Jane another
because, they were not there and they do not know why the photos were
the way they were.

The failings of words, or "written words" in particular do not end
there. I was told, the fact that I wrote a letter was wrong and
"hurtful". And I thought I was being myself. Since when have I been a
chatterbox? Why does everyone expect me to speak so much? And, why do
they expect me to speak up when I know the result is, they would not

Now, which graphic should I post on Facebook? The image of me
screaming my head off? What should I reply to those reviews on
TripAdvisor? Maybe I could just post a picture of smiling faces so you
interpret it yourself.

I am sure, at many occasions, word has failed me. But in my world,
words have always been my friends - I read the dictionary, I spend
hours reading and looking up new words, I write and write trying to be
creative with my vocabulary, I relish the pronunciations in my mouth
trying to get the right tone and accent and utterance.

I am lost.

Monday, 15 July 2013

The Dreamer's Tears

The tuner is fixing my piano, and from this distance, my piano does
sound very nice. Amazing.

It sounds as though I have made the right hoice. Will my dreams
continue burning? Will I be able to reach those stars?

I wish someone could hear me out and grant me all my dreams come true.

God help me, I pray.

Saturday, 23 March 2013

Making a Come Back

It must have been months and months since I last wrote. Life has
changed. I have changed.

And most probably, you have changed too. At this juncture, I feel like
coming home to this corner of "writing", of expressing my self in the
way I know best. Are you still there? Even if there is only one "you",
it does not matter, because I am writing for myself, and not for

No, not feeling inspired at this very moment but, if I were to start
somewhere, I know I could go anywhere. So, this will b the start and I
hope I will be able to go a long way on this journey this time.

Are you coming along?