Writing is my life

As a website content creator, blogger and journalist, writing is my life— and here are the reasons why!

First of all, not only is writing a required part of my job, it’s something I am very passionate about and have been since I was in high school. I was part of a school newsletter and was popular for breaking all the latest, most important news— school events, community updates, important stories that the student body needed to hear. I love chasing down stories and getting answers, and just sharing them with everyone else is a terrific, rewarding success!


Secondly, I’ve been writing long enough so that doing it is almost like breathing! I always have something to share and talk about. Thanks to my job, I never run out of topics to work with. I’ve been asked to write for different kinds of magazines and websites all with unique and interesting stories to tell.

Third— there is something so special and unique about finding the right words to capture exactly the kind of feeling you want to express, the importance of a particular subject or topic, or sharing an experience that is important to you. When you’re writing, the truth becomes relative— and although I have never twisted or subverted it, it’s knowing that you CAN and knowing that people may believe you, that is really the true definition of power. And it’s a power that all people who write; whether it’s for a living or a hobby, are familiar with.

Most of all, I just like to use words and communicate with other people, sharing things that need the attention of a wider public. I’m sure I’m not the only one who loves to write! Whether it’s journalists like me, playwrights, poets or even fan fiction authors, the written word is something that can bring all sorts of people together.

Addicted to chocolate

Everybody has their addictions! Mine happens to be chocolate. I love chocolate a lot! No shopping trip is complete without a box Cadbury’s or a box of Hershey’s tossed into the grocery cart, and our fridge at home is never lacking in sweet treats of different kinds. I’m not even picky about the brand or look— as long as it’s chocolate, I’m going to eat it!

This lifelong love of chocolate started when I was a little boy. At one point in my life, my parents and I moved another city and stayed with my father’s brother for a while. My uncle owned a candy shop, and this is where the story begins.

My first job was at eleven years old helping my uncle stock his candy store, but as early as that I was already developing marketing skills (my current line of work) by telling my friends about the store and candy that was being sold. I had become a connoisseur in the world of small-time candy selling, and in my spare time had tried every single (no, I mean it) type of chocolate they had on the shelves, plus I had access to any new ones.

I have that summer working for my uncle to thank for my current love of chocolate, and my subsequent inability to function without it. The candy shop still stands today, under the loving management of my cousin Jodie (who is more of a coffee girl.) I am convinced that the purpose of chocolate in life is to simply make people happy, because I have never been more happy than when I was eating (and sharing) chocolate!

Celebrating my 19th birthday

For many young people, turning eighteen is exciting, as it’s an age that is considered a legal adult in many countries, and turning twenty even more so– most of us turn twenty in the environment of our first job or in university. They tell us that our twenties are the most important ages for us to grow and learn. But in the middle of both ages is the nineteenth year, often overlooked when sandwiched between the ages of maturity and freedom.

My own nineteenth birthday was intentionally simple and unextravagant– a cake, some beers, fish and chips and a lot of rain. It was the spring break and I had my cousins over. There were five of them, plus me and my sister, cramming into the kitchen just to hang out. We had had initial plans of heading down to the beach to surf, but when the weather started getting bad, we abandoned such plans and spent the whole day indoors instead. Sometime I get the crazy idea like receiving a voucher from a site like Red Balloon.

Like the cake? Check it out:

birthday cake pic

We played card games, video games, almost the entire discography of Mumford and Sons and just talked about life– what we wanted, what we didn’t want, what I was going to do now that I was really an adult, the usual stuff. The bad weather lasted the whole day, even worsening when my cousins were supposed to head home that evening. Eventually my mom convinced them to stay the night, and my dad made tuna mornay for everyone. The weather got slightly better on the afternoon of the following day, but our planned surf excursion didn’t happen until that weekend due to rough waves.

My eighteenth birthday was an exuberant haze of shots, party hats and expensive presents, and my twentieth birthday was a rather tight-assed farewell affair at a hotel, my uncle’s idea (I would be leaving the next month to study in Norway, so he spared no expense) but my nineteenth birthday will always be remembered as a chill, relaxed and well-needed pause in the process of growing up to just spend time with family and enjoy one day, despite all the rain, before the next part of my life went on. You only turn nineteen once, and I’m glad I did it this way.

Hiring a bouncy castle for my friend’s daughter’s birthday

I’ve told you my posts may very well be random. And it is.

I decided to share this post that my friend wrote for the local newspaper a while back. My friend inspires to be a sort story writer.

Anyways, this is what she wrote:

My daughter, Elizabeth turned eight years old last week. She said it was the best birthday in her “entire life”. Hearing her talk about it as if she had a pleasant hangover from last week’s party brings a smile to my face. I just wish hangovers really did have that kind of effect.

Elizabeth is not a typical eight-year old girl. She is very shy and is quite sensitive to people’s feelings. While she loves staying outdoors, she would often play by herself rather than play with other children. So when my husband and I were planning her birthday party, we both agreed to have an outdoor party, and not the usual birthday parties in the malls or restaurants. The theme we had in mind was Fairy Princess Party as Elizabeth loves fairy stories. However, we wanted something different. Something that she and her invited guests will always remember.

A month before Elizabeth’s birthday, we were invited to our friend’s son’s 21st birthday party. It was held in their backyard which had a pool, a bar, and a large garden. In one corner of the yard, stood a bright red bouncy castle. We don’t have a pic to share, but you can get the idea if you visit Perth Bouncy Castle site. By the way, I am not affiliated with the site, just using it to give you an example of what choices I had. From small ones to big ones! If you think that 21-year olds prefer hanging out by the pool with their drink in hand, then you’re mistaken. They patiently queued up to get in the bouncy castle. We could hear roars of laughter from young men and women from inside the castle, obviously a bit tipsy from the few drinks they had at the bar. Cleverly enough, drinks were not allowed in the castle. We were entertained by the looks on the faces of those who got out of the bouncy castle. Many of them still euphoric about their out of body bouncy experience. It was hilarious.

As we drove home from the party, my husband and I laughed at the thought of how messy it would be if someone threw up in the bouncy castle. He said that it would be a great amenity though for a children’s party but that its lightness was a concern in some states as he heard on the radio the other day that in Florida, a strong wind blew away a bouncy house with three children in it. It seemed ridiculous but it’s true. It made me wonder whether Dorothy lived in a bouncy house, light enough to take her away from Kansas. Only after researching on its safety, and of course pricing, did we consider hiring a bouncy castle for my daughter’s birthday party.

On the day of Elizabeth’s party, it seemed that everyone loved the idea of a Fairy Princess theme. We hung fairy wings as buntings, had a candy bar with fairy floss, and the Fairy bouncy castle. It was a hit! Suddenly, Elizabeth was playing with children. And what’s more, she developed friendships inside the bouncy castle.

My tattoo confession

Lucky first post.. I bet you didn’t see this coming!

Truth be told that I am a proud wearer of three awesome tattoos. Each of them is pretty special, and I am particularly proud of the large snake that sprawls across the broad of my back in a wide, nearly perfect circle, its tail in its jaws. This is my first and my largest tattoo (as back then I had thought it was the only tattoo I was going to get!). The inspiration came from a website for Indo Ink Bali Tattoo.

I got the snake while completing a year of international study in Norway. I was studying engineering and stayed in a room with a large redheaded fella who looked a lot like the dwarf from Lord of the Rings, except HUGE. His name was Artie and when he wasn’t studying business or getting booze with me, he was learning how to create tattoos at his uncle’s tattoo shop. he was pretty eager about his craft and so when my twenty first birthday rolled up, Artie excitedly gave me the tattoo as a gift. I chose the image (I was born in the year of the snake) and left the design up to him, although of course he did initial sketches for me to make sure I was okay with it. We based the design off ancient images of Jormungandr, the world serpent, which in Norse mythology was said to encircle the earth and have a long-standing rivalry with Thor. I remember spending my birthday eating chips and marathoning Star Wars with an assortment of classmates while Artie did preliminary inks on my back. When he finished I wasn’t that much impressed, but Artie explained that a tat as intricate as the one he had planned for my birthday had to be completed over the course of a few months or my skin cells would rebel.

Three months later, Artie completed the snake. We were both extremely proud of it as it was my first tattoo, and Artie’s first big one as well. Artie and I went separate ways after we graduated, and I seldom hear from him anymore. But while I’ve added two more tattoos to my arms, the artfully crafted Jormungandr will always dominate my back and remind me of the year I spent studying in Norway. It was always be my favourite tattoo!