Express Life, Poetry, Word prompts

Can you guess? | Friend

I met him when I was 9,

His name is Kitch Roger,

Or sometimes it’s Stein,

Or ‘Clock watcher’,

Depends on my mood or his mood.

He doesn’t speak nor move,

But I am harmoniously in love,

Drowning in its soft chords,

And its blue slender body,

He was a dream come true.

I carry him sideways,

Or on my back,

Sometimes with its case,

I walk with him with pride,

He’s always by my side.

He is filled with pain and sorrow,

Of joy and happiness,

And he’s as melodic as Gary Barlow,

He’s always been there for me,

When no one else was.

In response to this week’s WordPress Challenge, Friend. Friends come in all shapes and sizes and my very first best friend came in the form of a musical instrument.

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Express Life, Poetry, Word prompts

Vivid with colour | Evanescent

Naked trees,

Icy wind,

Misty mornings,

And wild breeze,

Ground vivid with colour,

Orange, yellow, red,

Soon all will be gone,

A chilly reminder of the winter ahead.


This week’s response to the weekly challenge, Evanescent.

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Express Life, Word prompts

Moon over water | Reflecting

In response to this week’s word challenge – Reflecting.

A shot of the moon taken by my best friend of ten years who has mental illness. « Sometimes, we get caught up in the process of trying to find who we are — our purpose and value in life — that we tend to lose sight of what’s important, » she says. « But what we often forget is that our light has already been made for us long before we were even born. »

FUN FACT: There is actually a word to describe the road-like reflection of the moon on water — MANGATA — and it’s Swedish!

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Express Life, travel

Back on track with a Seoul purpose. 

Sun rising on our farm in Northland, New Zealand. 05.05.2017

After a 9-month hiatus, I can finally say that I am back on track – back to writing and writing and writing. And writing.

As you probably noticed, my last blog post was in August of last year. A lot of things have happened and changed since then – many lessons learned, gained valuable experience in my field, met some life-long friends, made a couple of mistakes, lost an old friend in an unfortunate accident, traveled to places and most importantly, graduated with a degree in Public Relations.

However, my ability to complete my degree was almost thwarted by an apparent oversight committed by a university staff. With only four weeks left of my studies, I was presented with the prospect of not being able to graduate because of this.  I will not present to you the details or the facts but it was one of those trials-and-tribulations kind of thing that tested my faith, and let’s just say that I didn’t come through this plight unscathed. Just like any person dealing with a predicament, I occasionally found myself in dark places, which of course, hindered my ability to blog here on WordPress. But if there’s anything I learned in this experience is that miracles happen everyday and that you just have to leave everything in God’s hands. In the end, I was able to see the light at the end of the tunnel and finished the year with a diploma in my hand.

So now that I am back on my own feet, I will be blogging here once again with the sole purpose of bettering myself- through creative writing prompts, photography, daily musings, travel reflections, poetry, opinion pieces and of course, this blog wouldn’t go ahead without expressing my love for sports – particularly football/soccer. And since I have yet to find a full-time, career-related job, what better way to hone my writing skills than to publish blogs here on WordPress, where a community of inspiration exists.

To start my Seoul purpose of getting back to WordPress, here’s a snap of a small corner I took through a restaurant window, in the vibrant city of Incheon in Seoul, South Korea (see what I did there?). Our layover trip to Incheon gave us two days in the metropolis – as well as some hot, delectable Korean ramen and kimchi to keep the cold temperatures at bay (it was -17 degrees when we got to our hotel).

Bright colours light up downtown Incheon, South Korea. 16.01.2017

Of all the Asian cities I’ve visited before, Seoul has got to be my number one favourite. From the luxurious Hyatt Park to the mega-city Seoul Special City to its greater reach Seoul Capital Area, it is true innovation on a grand scale, dismissing any signs of jetlag with an electrifying zap of awe.

I really enjoyed my stay in South Korea despite the fact that it was short. From the warmest of welcomes to the fondest of farewells, I thank you for making it one of my cherished travel memories. I will be back definitely, South Korea.

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Express Life

This Is My Love For Words And How I Wish I Could Have Few With You.

The Oxford Dictionary defines ‘word’ as a single distinct meaningful element of speech or writing, a unit of language comprising inflected and variant forms.

I love words. Words like idiosyncrasies, cantankerous, schlep, philocaly and petrichor. I love words that pique my interest, curiosity and inquisitiveness. We all use words to express our sympathy, empathy and gratitude towards others. It goes without saying that it is through words, countless sermons and discourses that famous people became, well, famous.  Not to mention Martin Luther King, Jr, Barack Obama and Malala Yousafzai. And even the worst speakers out there gain recognition through their poor choice of words.

We all started as novices in speech, with each one of us starting with mere babbles. But as we grow and develop our speech and language skills, babbles slowly turn into words and then into sentences. I was only 8 months old when I said my first word. And when I started school, I was elated about the prospects of learning more about the ABC’s, sharing them with others and most importantly, finding ways to build a solid foundation of learning for the little me. When I got into middle school, words came to me at every direction – good, bad and neutral. I learned more about nouns, adjectives, the language, the culture. Words. I learned to love words. I was only 7 years old when I nailed through every single quiz bee within our school. And when I had the privilege to go to high school and university, I learned to love them even more. I learned that embezzle is a bad thing. But I love the word because it sounds like bedazzled. Although I wasn’t as intrepid as other kids were, I still love it because it means to be resolutely courageous. I love words like oblivious, obsequious, panacea and impeccable. Deride, despot, diligent and lithe – jubilant is the word to describe my zeal for unwonted words.

And maybe, true love.

Now in my twenties, when I meet someone I always interpret their character through words– whether they are demure, modest or eloquent and feral.  Whether or not they are erudite, maverick, meticulous or venerable. But no biggie because I don’t just judge people based on my own words. My own discernment. After all, the way we talk is just the tip of the ice berg. I just love to play with words. I mean, where would we all be if there had been no words at all? Words are friends, but they are enemies too and so you ought to learn how to be careful with them.

As I grow and mature every day, I also learned that words are powerful and difficult. And problematic if not thought through. I often find myself in times of predicament and when I do, I’d become taciturn, but not impertinent. Inevitably though, words do have the potential to vex someone or worst, someone dear to you and me. And when they do, I just cannot seem to find them – or the right ones, at least – to compensate for the jarring, inharmonious and relentless words that flew out my blabbermouth like endless rain. And suddenly, I become morose and lethargic. But I remain optimistic, hoping that one day you will accept my arsenal of apologies. Of words.

And if only I could have a few with you right now.