Tag: writing

  • I guess we’re back (to smoking cigarettes now)

    I guess we’re back (to smoking cigarettes now)

    It would be easy to write a year-end recap about how 2025 went.

    But that’s not really what I like to do. Simple is boring. Predictable. I already do that for my music, and I don’t need to do it here too.

    Besides, everyone could write the same recap. We all got better at something, worse at others, and rebalanced our lives as priorities shifted. Some things became more important, others less so.

    That’s just how life is. A series of choices. What did we sacrifice to gain something else?

    There’s one thing everybody has in common: time. We all spent the same 24 hours a day and arrived at the same point – the end of 2025. We just used that time differently and took steps toward different goals and dreams.

    There’s no right or wrong way to spend time. Life is what you make it. It can be as pressure-cooker as you want it to be, or as chill as you want. Either way, it’s your decision.

    There’s no reason we can’t start things now instead of waiting for next year. Having a fixed point of 365 days to look back on just makes things neater. Otherwise, it doesn’t really matter. Sometimes a year is too long and gets daunting.

    If I had told myself that I wouldn’t stop gymming every week for a full year, I don’t think I could have done it. The fact that I’ve kept it up for almost three years now makes me think, wow, it’s not so hard after all.

    I wasn’t even aiming to do it. I was just taking things a week at a time. Those weeks turned into months, and those months turned into years.

    If I had set out with that goal in mind from the start, it probably would’ve felt overwhelming. Nobody really sets a three-year plan unless you’re a business owner. You take it a day at a time, it turns into weeks, then months, and sometimes years.

    Last year, after moving my guitar into my room, I started playing a lot more. That one small change made all the difference. Being able to reach for my guitar while sitting at my desk meant I picked it up more often.

    Before that, I would only play when I felt inspired or when I had a show to practice for. Now that it’s within arm’s reach, I just pick it up and play when I can.

    That led to the creation of three songs this year, with a couple more in the works. I’ve made more new music in the past year than I’ve done in the past few years. I could write about how I managed to write three songs this year, but wouldn’t it be more interesting to talk about what I learnt during the process, and what actually made it work?

    Of course, there were trade-offs. I played live music less. I’ve been more keen on writing and recording music in my bedroom — partly because I get to do it with an electric guitar, which I love, but mostly because I enjoy being home by 10pm these days.

    I spent a lot less time hanging out and chilling as well. Wanting to be home by 10 feels weird. Is it an old man thing? Who knows. That’s just how I’ve been.

    That said, I’ll be playing my next show in a week at Merdekarya, so do come check it out. More details coming soon.

    I also got myself a drawing display, which reignited my spark for drawing. I haven’t done much beyond the usual Inktober, but it made me think I’d probably draw a lot more in the future. I also made my first video essay.

    I churned out 30 days of art this year. I wasn’t even planning to do it. I just did it because of a friend’s suggestion. The best part is that I learnt a lot from it. Mainly, that it’s better to have something out than nothing at all.

    You could have a thousand great ideas, but if they never materialise, they might as well not exist.

    I’m firmly in the camp that it’s better to finish something and put it out there now. You can always come back and revise it later. You don’t need to be perfect. You just need to be complete.

    Nothing is stopping you from improving something later, or from moving on to something else. It’s not like you pressed a thousand vinyls that are now stuck in a warehouse forever. You can fix things in post. Even movies, music, and games do it now — with remasters, remakes, rerecordings, Taylor’s version, and so on.

    If you don’t start, you can’t finish. And if you don’t finish, you won’t know what you need to improve. I really resonate with Nike’s slogan, “Just do it,” even though I don’t own any Nike products myself.

    I travelled to a few places this year. I went to India for the first time for a friend’s wedding. People are always impressed when you wear traditional clothes from their culture. Something about it turns you into a beacon of attention.

    You also learn that different parts of a country can be very different from what you see online. We were holed up in a nice part of the country, right next to the coast. Peaceful. Serene. No shitting in the streets or dirty food. My impression of India is based on that experience, not what the algorithm has fed me.

    Travel also made me realise that I’m not reliant on cigarettes. I travelled to two countries where I couldn’t bring my vape, so I had to switch to smokes for those periods. I thought it would bring back my smoking habit, but after going through that twice, I now think I’m addicted to vaping instead. Vaping is superior.

    Flavour, smell, experience. Everything. I don’t know if I’m going to have jelly in my lungs, but whatever. I hope it doesn’t get banned. If they ban vaping because it’s bad, they should ban cigarettes too. Get the whole country off it. Everybody should suffer at the same time.

    Travelling also taught me that my girlfriend and I are very compatible. Being able to stand each other’s company for two weeks straight can only mean good things. We’re both easygoing and spontaneous enough that doing nothing or doing something is equally fine.

    Not once was there any conflict on the trip. She tolerates my inability to tolerate the cold. What a trooper. I love her.

    Wants and needs change all the time. Earlier this year, I was pining for a walnut SG guitar. In the end, I decided against it. That feeling went away, and I don’t want one anymore.

    I’m happy sticking with the two guitars I already own. I haven’t even maximised their potential yet.

    Dogs continue to be amazing creatures. While I don’t have the capacity to take care of one at the moment, I’ll give my love to the ones I get to meet.

    It’s always good to get rid of junk from your room. I did a massive room-clearing session in early 2025, and I’m due for another one. Why do we keep boxes? Why do I keep boxes? They just pile up nonstop.

    I found a cheaper alternative to a 30k hair transplant: 12k. Still not cheap, but at least now I know. My white beard hairs aren’t going away either. I also learnt the usefulness of hairspray and salt spray. And hair perms are pretty cool.

    Relying on AI to write has hampered my writing ability, but it’s become a requirement at work, so I’ve had to embrace it. I’ve completely changed my workflows to accommodate AI.

    It helps cut out menial tasks, but people who rely on AI won’t be able to do the work on their own in the future. I know because I feel it.

    Immodium is great for easily upset tummies. I keep a stash with me at all times.

    Waking up early is actually great too. I won’t say I wish I had started earlier, but it’s something I hope to keep up. Sleeping is still fun.

    Things that broke this year: my toilet handle, car brakes, and engine cooling fan. It feels like you should always be prepared to spend money, especially around bonus time.

    I attended my school alumni reunion for the first time since I graduated. Some people you can reconnect with immediately, like you never stopped chatting.

    Others fade the less you talk to them. Not saying everybody needs to keep in touch all the time, but don’t be surprised when people disappear if nobody makes the effort.

    I guess this is also a good place to say that I started this blog in 2025 and finished it in 2026. A day late. But I finished it. And that’s kind of the whole point. I could’ve left it sitting in my notes forever, half-written and unfinished, but instead I put it out.

    It’s not perfect, but it’s complete. Finishing something matters a lot more than finishing it on time. Except when it’s your job. Good thing writing this blog isn’t my job.

  • Or anything else to lean on

    Or anything else to lean on

    Yesterday, I asked myself: why do I even bring my bag to the office? I started thinking about it. Then it hit me – going to work was like going to school. It was part of my “uniform”. I’ve worn a backpack almost every day in my life ever since I was five. I’m turning forty this year. That’s crazy.

    Why is it crazy? Well, there are many days when I don’t even touch my backpack after arriving at the office. I put it down next to my seat and ignore it for the next 8 hours of the day. It just sits there all day collecting dust and bacteria from all the feet shuffling by.

    I’m carrying my bag for nothing. It contains my personal laptop, its accessories, my gym tag, lock, water bottle, keys, and wallet. It makes sense to bring it out during my work-from-home days, but on my office days? I have no reason to.

    My office laptop stays in the office, so it’s not like I need the bag to lug it home. Then why do I still bring my backpack to the office? I used to think it was a great idea to have my laptop with me at all times. That way, whenever inspiration struck, no matter where I was, I’d be able to pull out my laptop and start writing. Hah! Ever the optimist.

    That used to be the case, but no longer in recent months. Despite having my laptop with me at all times, I haven’t felt the bug to write. As evident by the date of my last blog post. It’s tough deciding what I’d like the world readers to know about me.

    I obviously can’t bear everything about myself, firstly – it would be boring. Secondly, there are parts of my life I don’t want out there for everyone to read. Not that they would be interesting – trust me, I’ve milked stories about my life enough. Heck, this blog is 90% about my life.

    I’ve shared more about myself than anybody needs to know. Hopefully, it’s been entertaining.

    I write for funsies. I’d like to believe it keeps my writing abilities intact. As though I don’t already write enough at work. But if I can’t tell my own stories, how can I do the same for other people? You gotta practice what you make a living off.

    It gives me comfort knowing that the best writers I know write for fun. There must be a reason, right? Regardless, it’s fun to write for fun.

    However, I have been suffering from writer’s block recently. Is it all in my head? Am I making excuses for myself? Maybe. The lack of recent blog posts is proof that I haven’t been able to complete a piece of writing for fun (I’ve got tons of shitty drafts though).

    My songwriting has also been on hold because of this. I told myself I would take a break from live shows to focus on writing new songs because I didn’t want to keep playing the same songs forever. I haven’t played a live show in months.

    I took time to write new music and I have three new demos now, but none of them have vocal melodies, let alone lyrics. Where I’m also stuck.

    You know how much easier it is to write song lyrics when you’re feeling heartbroken and upset? Suddenly, everything you say sounds like poetry. It’s not what I’m going through now. I know it’s an excuse. I should be able to write lyrics even when I’m not unhappy.

    It’s tough and a step out of my comfort zone. But that’s just what life is. Sometimes you need to step out of your comfort zone – if you want to make progress in life or make it interesting. You do things you don’t do every day. Like learning to write non-depressing lyrics.

    Maybe I need to stop bringing my backpack to the office. My back might thank me for it. Perhaps not having access to my laptop at all times will inspire me to write more. It can’t hurt to try. And doing the same thing and expecting different results is insanity. Something needs to change.

    I need to make moves, not excuses.

  • Unoptimized H1

    Unoptimized H1

    Every time I told people I blogged, I said that it was my way of practicing writing. My way of keeping my writing sharp. Yet, it’s something that I haven’t been doing consistently. Am I truly honing my skills? Does writing once a month count as practice?

    Let’s look on the bright side – it’s infinitely better than zero times a month!

    I set aside some time today after work to check myself in(to a cafe), free of all distractions, just to get some writing done. It was a chore. But I forced myself to do so and I’m glad I did.

    It took me a couple of minutes to get started but now the words are just flowing out from my fingers. Yes, this post is going to be a brain dump.


    I’m writing less frequently than I used to which isn’t a problem. But not doing anything else productive with all the free time is. However, after sitting through an SEO workshop today, I felt inspired. The advice from my colleague who ran the workshop wasn’t directed at me, but I felt it. He said, paraphrased:

    “There’s no being perfect, just write. You can come up with the perfect article, but if you don’t optimize the keywords, nobody is going to find it. And in our fast-paced landscape, being late means other people are going to rank their pages before you. Write your article quickly, then use data to optimize it later.”

    It wasn’t a revelation, in fact, it has been my philosophy for creating content. I’m the kind of guy who will push out shit thinking I will go back to make it better in the future (which rarely happens when it comes to personal projects). I enjoy the feeling of creating content. It pleases me to work on something that other people (no matter how few) can enjoy.

    Why? I don’t know. I’m just built that way. In case you didn’t know, almost all my hobbies involve creating some sort of content (the other hobbies involve consuming content). From writing blogs to recording and performing songs and drawing drawings and trying to make videos (I know, I still haven’t started work on a video essay) – these hobbies give me a sense of achievement.

    Okay, back to the lesson from the workshop: I know I’m not writing hard-hitting SEO-optimized posts on this blog (did you know I moved from number to text slugs over the past year? lol). I don’t even categorize or tag my content properly most of the time. But the advice reminded me of one of my favorite quotes: “Progress, not perfection.”

    It got me thinking, about how when I first started blogging back in school, I would treat my blog like a diary. Writing all sorts of cringy shit…it was all but a Xanga in name. Over the years, it has evolved. Slightly. Still cringey, but I hate what I write now much less than what I did before. Decades of aging does that to you, naturally.

    (10 years later, I’m going to come back to this and laugh.)


    I can’t believe that after writing for decades I’m still not some writing savant. See, I used writing twice in a single sentence. Check out my unbridled vocabulary. Yet, I have the audacity to call myself a writer and ask to be paid for my work.

    What is this mid-life imposter syndrome crisis resurfacing?

    Writing about writing. It seems to be a frequent topic on this blog. Me feeling bad about not writing enough and writing about that promising that I’ll write more. I’m not going to do that because I don’t need to. This site doesn’t survive on clicks (it survives because I give money to my web host annually). And as long as I want to keep a public place to pen my thoughts, it’ll remain that way.

    Keeping in line with the theme of today’s lesson, I won’t be editing this drivel. Hope you enjoyed reading it. If it inspires you to write or create something of your own, great! I look forward to ingesting it…like a fish swallowing a worm. And it means that something positive came out of this.