Year 2012, I had myself published in the newspapers for the first time. It was, of course, a pleasant shock to me, as I – although it’d be nice – never expected to see myself appearing in the media for some things I have done that were so negligible in significance.
After I have sent Old Mr Lim to Orange Valley Nursing Home, and witnessed the touching moments when he reunited with his wife after a good 3 years’ separation, I wrote down my thoughts regarding the whole reunion that I had the privilege to be part of. It was just my plain intention to share my thoughts on how stories like this could be buried under the hectic and rat-racing life, and also to remind everyone that would read my story to remember to love the ones around them. It got the attention of the media as it garnered 10,000+ likes overnight in Facebook, and you can be sure I was fascinated by the response. The next day turned out to be a day of corresponding and more corresponding.
Of course, not all of the comments and responses that came with my post were positive. Some were less than nice, and one particular person etched an impression in me until today – the lady who commented that my post was “Painful to read”. I hope that my writings now are not as painful anymore.
But I digress. Back to me.
It first came to me as an email that wrote:
Then I received two other from my Facebook, who were reporters from the same organization:
After many calls to and fro the organization that I was volunteering for, and multiple discussions on how we were going to answer to the media (we had to; there were just some stuffs that we could not speak to the media about, for the privacy of the beneficiaries were of utmost importance), I finally met with the lady who’d be doing the interview for me. Have I mentioned the email interviews that I had also done?
Before I knew it, the news splashed (it’s an exaggeration, anyway) across the papers, while I wasn’t sure about the ones in languages that I couldn’t read.
Now, two years later, I still pen down my thoughts through writing, while I walk on the path of living life (why isn’t there anyone noticing my writing anymore?). I learn as I write, and I write to learn. Even though I am still far from being perfect with my writings, I make it a point to pen down whatever is on my mind. Because lunacy.
Being a father of 2 boys and husband of the beautiful woman whom I had chosen to be my life partner, I too, face the many obstacles in life that many of us have to overcome. I appreciate that I have the comfort of having someone to hold on to, just as how she has someone there for her to hold to, when adversity attempts to strike.
In a nutshell, I’m just the average man – who had the honour to appear on the newspaper because of a random shit that I wrote – who you’ll not even trouble yourself looking at if I pass by you on the streets. I’m sensitive to bullshit, because I have a strong bullshit meter, and I hate mediocrity in many people. Also, I distant myself from people who are constantly in a state of denial, negativity, condescendence, and people who are passive-aggressive.
I am the author of my self-published book: Facts and Fiction of Fengshui: Facts that Masters are NOT Telling You because I am also a geomancer who knows some shit about my job.
I am geeky, and I love action movies. I am a fan of Marvel heroes and Christopher Nolan’s Dark Knight. I do not have many friends, but I do have a very limited set of vocabularies (am I deviating again?), terrible grammar, a twisted mind that makes myself God in my own twisted world, and the ability to communicate with people who wish to befriend me.