I STARTED filling out this paper’s column when I worked as a creative writer for the University. My pieces then were mostly about campus issues and events. But when I got transferred to another office, I requested that I continue writing about everything and anything that might pique my fancy and interest, though not necessarily work-related. This was graciously granted by this paper’s editor so for more than two years already, I had a bit of space to call my own.
It was nice and fulfilling being able to write, not really minding that it might just be my mother who’s reading the things I blab about (come to think of it, I don’t believe she herself reads my pieces). But the fulfillment comes by not discounting the fact that there is an avenue for me to note and share my two cents and sentiments.
It was nice and fulfilling being able to write, not really minding that it might just be my mother who’s reading the things I blab about (come to think of it, I don’t believe she herself reads my pieces). But the fulfillment comes by not discounting the fact that there is an avenue for me to note and share my two cents and sentiments.