Getting the kick out of Writing

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After a much expected hiatus, I suppose I can be said to be back blogging, permanent? Time will tell. The flip-floppy commitment of mine on this blog is really quite shameful. Created during moments of boredom when I should be studying, and abandoned when exam are over and life takes over. This time, it’s not so much as to having exams but the lack of having anything to do here makes writing seem appealing again.

I’ve been writing for a while now on various platforms but recently I’ve been feeling the urge to write, as a columnist on a daily newspaper. It’s quite a high ambition I know, especially for someone with such a horrid spelling. But I think I would make a nice and interesting experience into my otherwise mundane life. I composed a letter to the editor targeted at some Malaysian newspapers. I knew there was no hope in getting a gig into Australian papers, what would an immigrant lad have to contribute to a foreign talkback anyway?

Moments later, I trashed the letter. Or perhaps more so closing the window without saving. Which reminds me of an old typewriter we used to have at home that I insisted that my mother kept because it would be an antique but she instead donated to the school. Lost a few hundred quid there from eBay. Anyway, I digress. The reason I didn’t send the letter out was because of a simple fact: if say, by a miracle I got the job, what the heck am I supposed to write about??? I can’t even keep this blog thing under a topical umbrella, what am I going to do with writing real material? I can’t just conjure rubbish and bullshit everything I’m compelled to submit something.

The chain reaction was instantaneous. What am I sincerely interested in? Daily proceedings of life? Sure that could drum up a few laughs. Politics? Always been interested. Especially these days, who can possibly put down a Malaysian newspaper without reading the gloss about our upper echelons? It’s like a good thriller novel that you read chapter by chapter everyday.

I figured I could perhaps give insights into the student life in Australia, and if I dared, comment on the politics of the homeland. But I need attention! No-one will be interested on the take of a nobody! I need to scheme on a plan to attract attention. Perhaps I could drum up a STD. I mean SD! SD!