Size Seven Shoes

The more I think about it, the more I feel that journalism and extramarital affairs have much in common. Both are highly addictive, exciting and often involve a significant amount of danger. I say this as a former journalist who is presently out of a job and weighing the options on whether delving right back into this extremely challenging field of writing is necessarily a good thing. Perhaps my exposure to journalism isn't quite the standard fare as compared to the experiences of most: I have never worked for the newspaper (I worked for a weekly magazine funded mostly by an NGO) I have never worked on shift (I worked from 9.30am - 6.30pm, five days a week plus the odd weekend and night assignments that are inevitable for anyone wishing to cover current issues or unfolding news) I wasn't confined to beat/specialised reporting (I wrote articles for all six sections of the publication I worked for) I never took any formal courses in communications nor journalism (I was a...

Hello there. I'm hoping that my sporadic blogging habits will mean there is greater appreciation for posts when I actually do write them. Wistful thinking, I know, but what is life without a little hope, eh? Well, in any case, here I am, dropping in on all you silent readers out there as living proof that this writer still lives. Things just got busier now that Deric and I have acquired the keys to our new place. It's quite exciting, really, and this would be the first time in my life that there's an empty space over which I can have full say about how it should be decorated and upkept. Absolutely fantastic! Oh hmm but then again, coming back to the part on the full say, there's still his view to consider... Ah well. At least it's only for the two of us to fight out. Teehee. In other news, my Mum pointed out to me today several feature articles in The Star ( Now everyone can publish , E-book millionaires , Going digital ) which talk about e-publishing. So...

I've recently acquired another freelance job, making my employment count a grand total of two now. It's pretty interesting, I feel, because one of the jobs is requiring me to resurrect my knowledge on the (formal) study of the English language - things that I've abandoned ever since graduating with an SPM certificate from secondary school. I remember some time ago I was thinking to myself that I need to revise these language concepts so I can acquire more insight on how I can deliberately improve my writing (since I'd be aware of what I was actually doing). The only reason that I stopped short of actually putting those thoughts into action was that I wondered if after I had revisited all those troublesome principles of the English language, I might actually suddenly grow a distaste for writing altogether or become so confined in the way I constructed sentences that I would no longer know what it is to write creatively and freely. But I suppose that makes as much...