(This article is an extended response to MasonM's article " Perfection Is Overrated ".) When I started writing again a couple of years back, stuff just sort of flowed out of me like water. There was no effort and it was a joy to write, poems, stories, whatever. In my attempts to do well and to impress more people, I might have caused an injury to my own creative spirit. About two years ago, I embarked on a quest to get my poems published. Knowing...
Most of my friends can really throw a good party. And I really think today’s party was a success, for my friend. And for me? I just don’t like being at parties, especially when I’m alone in a party where there are many people already in their own groups. The host is a good friend and who has many groups of friends, and all which she invited to her place to today. What happened was: that I arrived, had something to eat, talked a bit with our group and went off less than half an hour la...
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Last night on the bus on the way home from the city, a lady (office-attired, probably in her 40’s) sat down next me. I was playing on my PSP with ear phones on and quite engrossed. She looked over at what I was doing, tapped me on the shoulder and asked me what that was. “Is this a PDA of some sort?” she asked. I paused the game, took my ear pieces out and told her what it was. She was very curious, and asked more questions about it. After I explained the functions of the PSP to her, s...
What happened the other day was a child riding on the escalator in town had a terrible accident. Apparently, while riding on the escalator, the kid's rubber shoe had somehow gotten caught at the side and the escalator had dragged her shoe along with her big toe right into its machinery, ripped it right off. It was on the news. They showed the poor kid, face wet from crying probably, her leg in a cast, bloody end where the big toe would have been. Doctors had done her a graft, since she h...
Yesterday on the bus, I overheard a guy talking on his cell phone. I never knew a guy could be so chatty, on the entire trip he was talking loudly, trying to counsel his friend on how to confront a project teammate. Now I wasn't exactly eavesdropping, since this guy was talking like there wasn't anyone around. It's funny how phone conversations can do that to you when you are totally engaged. That, or that people are still used to shouting into their cell phones even though these days, cel...