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The DRL Blog A storyteller looking to diversify his audience; from traditional listeners to internet surfers. I performed up to expectation. But that was then. That was that.

All my life I have been telling stories whenever and wherever I socialized. During my college days in Singapore I was a much-sought-after boy (man) because of my ability to light up a parties and make people happy or make things happen for them - by spinning yarns. Even prominent public speakers from overseas had heard about me and they liked what they heard enough to hire mere boy to assist them

as supporting speaker! Of course these learned gentlemen never had any cause to feel they had erred in hiring me. Needless to say I was all for being a talkative person as it had brought nuance to my life: it opened doors and hearts! I was even commissioned to write caption for a set of framed photos of the Lord Buddha intended for public display on the wall of library at Silat Road, Singapore. While the writing job was unrelated to an aptitude for storytelling, things usually happen for a reason. I doubt it the owner of the public library would even begin to think of hiring me if not for the reputation that preceded me. The short stint with the renown lecturers had its dividends. And I had for the first time had my writing published and effectively turned myself into a published writer of sorts. Of course it thrilled me to bits to be standing up there on stage next to those highly acclaimed andpaid speakers. Although I, too, was paid well for my service, the most important thing was I worked with experts and learned my craft and earned my stripes. It's no longer enough. My storytelling is on the way out, if not already out. For that matter even paperback books are being threatened by E-books. Yes; nothing lasts forever. But the good news is writers are still relevant. Even with e-books you still need content, and content is a product that comes from creative minds (writers). These people - like the writer of Harry Potter (J.K.Rowling) and the author of the forced-page-turner 'To Love Is To Live' (Denise Robbin) were the cream of the crop. I don't know about Denise Robbin, but J.K.Rowling I know she made it only after burning a lot of midnight oil. Her success while inspiring to aspiring writers like me was achieved not without sweat and toil for years. Of course it would be great to follow in these great writers' footsteps, sometimes some of us cannot make it - we just don't have what it takes. Although it would be great to get a book deal some where and see your own book with your picture on the front cover sitting on bookshelves every where I will be quite content with writing in my blog or blogs if they garner a daily readership of ten to twenty thousands. While it will be hard to become rich this way, I am sure it will pay my bills. But then again it would be injustice to have intentionally omitted to mention everything my storytelling had brought me. Actually I didn't. I may have got carried away at that moment when my mind was creative and my story flowing so freely I wrote too much; when I pressed save, Facebook said it could not save as the content was too long; so my toil of more than two hours went down the drain. At first I thought it was unfair. Why couldn't Facebook warn me that my article was too long like when I send mobile text messages the phone always asks me can the message be broken into two messages instead of failing the whole content. This is something that in my opinion Facebook can improve on. By letting writers who may get carried away when their minds are super creative know they have reached the maximum words would be helpful. I mentioned earlier that my storytelling opened doors and hearts. Yes, believe or not, I had had phenomenon success with girls during my dating days. If I wanted I could get any girl - even girls already going steady with their boyfriends. Even a girl of 15+ became one of my girlfriends. Please read on to find out how. Suffice to say, people compared me to Tiger Woods. And it was meant as a compliment. Woods, as you know, also had had a phenomenon success with...golf. He was paid millions for just showing up at golf tournaments without having to win anything. Why? Well, because his presence or what they call "grace the occasion", ensured the success of the opens - he gave them what they needed they gave him what he wanted. But Tiger Woods would love to emulate me if he could. If he could I am sure he would have traded those millions for the teenage and not so teenage girls of great beauty that I bedded, instead of having to settle for those attractive waitresses or high-class call-girls who could be the mothers of my girlfriends and who brought Tiger to his knees with their confessions I guess if I were to pass one of my teenage girlfriends to him he would forever thank his lucky stars and me. By now, you may have guessed I was a sizzling looker, to pull those off. Go on.. take a look at my profile photo. That is me. But listen to this: When I wanted to clinch a date with a very pretty girl, I would just don a white short pant and a matching color round-collar t-shirt . No matter how beautiful or high class my date was, she would never make me feel inadequate, or be ashamed of being seen with me in public; the opposite was actually true. For if I were to wear a white T-shirt and a white short pant and a pair of white shoes, I could be a match for any girls as far as looks and eligibility are concerned. Try stepping into a crowded coffee shop with a young teenage girl and, if you are not matching enough for the girl, all eyes will stare at you with hatred, reproach for cheating an innocent girl, and wonder how you did it. With me, no such thing happened. I was a perfect match for the girl – any girl, anytime, anywhere. And weird, most of my girlfriends were much, much younger than me. Anyway, long story short, we agreed to go dancing, the three of us. I was to fetch the fifteen-year-old first, then my girlfriend. Anyway, what happened that made me hilarious and tickled all over, was my date’s father took the trouble to accompany his daughter to the pickup place! Upon seeing the man standing beside his daughter, I froze! The father looked like he was my younger brother! Suddenly, I had second thoughts about the whole thing. My mind was frantic with all sorts of thoughts and my heart beat faster. No, it was not the sight of my date that quickened my heart beat, but her father. Upon seeing a man standing next to the girl, I almost freaked out. No! this man cannot be waiting for his bus, as the spot was not a bus-stop. He must be waiting for me! Just then all hell broke loose, in my mind. My inner mind frantically warned me – a trap, a trap! Turn the car around and leave. But I did not leave, despite feeling a bit uneasy. But, as a matter of fact, I had nothing to worry about. The man could not be nicer. He did not look me over, up and down. The father was apparently pleased with his daughter’s date. He was all smiles. He wished us a good time; and did not even set the back-by (midnight) rule. Of course; it was nonsense, no such thing happened that evening. I believed I impressed the man. Weird as it may sound, by the way, if on the other hand I wanted to deter bad people back then, all I had to do was to don a sleeveless T-shirt, which expose my big, muscular arms. I once repaired a refrigerator for a customer . When the fridge failed again after spending quite a substantial amount of cash, she became furious and called me ‘Jack of all trades, master of none.' I took it in my strides and agreed to fix her refrigerator again. But when she remarked she had two brothers working as Motorola technicians, and would ask them to be present when I carried out my second repair, I was uneasy. Fixing her fridge I must, but…what if the brothers (who I presumed were not little brothers), or one of them, turned out to be a hot-tempered, and started something, there could be a bloodshed! So, to avoid trouble, I had to resort to donning my sleeveless T-shirt - to deter! Fearing the worst, all my workers but one refused to accompany me to the customer’s house by giving all sorts of excuses. Even the one that was a bit braver opted to sit me out in my truck outside. I went in alone into the house, half expected trouble from the grown brothers of the lady. But one look at my body, the two brothers changed their minds about any plans they might have in mind earlier and couldn’t be friendlier. Of course, all went well and I returned to my shop in one piece. I have more scenarios I can relate involving my business or pleasure. In other words, I could go and on and on! I was not called a talkative person for nothing. In a nutshell, my talkativeness paved the way for me like president Obama of the US did for the Muslim Brotherhood of Egypt (but that's another story). But there's one problem - or shall I say question - can I reprise my storytelling prowess - writing? Anyway, I believed if I wanted to be serious about writing I am going to need a professional training to do it right. So, that's why I am taking a comprehensive writing course with The Writers Bureau of England. For no matter how much natural ability I may have, I will never reach my full potential without expert guidance. Unless my talent comes into contact with an environment where it can develop and flourish, it might lie dormant forever - according the Writer Bureau, of course. I admire editors not only because of the powers that they wield but after realizing what they have slaved themselves with before garnering that position of powers and prestige. Anyhow, I am all for it. Whatever it takes. But one thing is certain, I am going to hire a capable editor, whose job is to ensure The Free Gazette is on its way to become your popular sources of insightful and compelling news and other general stuff readers have come to expect from a newspaper or a magazine: me.

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All my life I have been telling stories whenever and wherever I socialized. During my college days in Singapore I was a much-sought-after because of my ability to light up a party and make people happy or make things happen for them - by spinning yarns. Even prominent public speakers from overseas had heard about me and they hired me to assist them as supporting speaker during their tours of Singapore. When we parted they were profuse in their praise for my English (speaking). I was also commissioned to write caption for a set of framed photos of the Lord Buddha for display on the wall of public library at Silat Road, Singapore. While the writing job was unrelated to an aptitude for storytelling, things usually happen for a reason. I doubt the owner of the public library would even begin to think of hiring me if not for the reputation that preceded me. The short stint with the renown lecturers had its dividends. And I had for the first time had my writing published and effectively turned myself into a published writer! Of course it thrilled me to bits to know my handiwork was up there on display at the prestigious library and viewed by hundreds, if not thousands.

But that was then. That was that. It's no longer enough. My storytelling is on the way out, if not already out. For that matter even books are being threatened by E-books. Yes; nothing lasts forever. But the good news is writers are still relevant. Even with e-books you still need content, and content is a product that comes from creative minds (writers). But then again it would be injustice to have intentionally omitted to mention everything my storytelling had brought me. Actually I didn't. I may have got carried away at that moment when my mind was most creative and my story flowing so freely I wrote too much, and when I pressed save, Facebook said it could not save as the content was too long. So my toil of more than two hours went down the drain! I mentioned earlier that my storytelling opened doors and hearts. Yes, believe or not, I had phenomenon success with girls during my dating days. Back then, I could get any girl I wanted - even girls already going steady with their boyfriends. Even a girl of 15+ became one of girlfriends. Please read on to find out how. Suffice to say, people compared me to Tiger Woods. And it was meant as a compliment. Woods, as you know, also had had a phenomen success with...golf. He was paid millions for just showing up at golf tournaments without having to win anything. Why? Well, because his presence or what they call "grace the occasion", ensured the success of the opens.

But then again, Tiger Woods would love to emulate me if he could. If he could I am sure he would have traded those millions for the teenage and not so teenage girls of great beauty that I bedded, instead of having to settle for those attractive waitresses or high-class call-girls who could be the mothers of my girlfriends! I guess if I were to pass one of my teenage girlfriends to him he would forever thank his lucky stars and me. By now, you may have guessed I was a sizzling looker, to pull those off. Go on.. take a look at my profile photo. That’is me. But listen to this: When I wanted to clinch a date with a very pretty girl, I would just wear a white short pants and a matching color round-collar t-shirt . No matter how beautiful or high class my date was, she would never make me feel inadequate, or be ashamed of being seen with me in public; the opposite was actually true. For, if I wore a white T-shirt and a white short pants and white sports shoe, I could be a match for any girls as far as looks and eligibility are concerned. Try stepping into a crowded coffee shop with a young teenage girl and, if you are not matching enough for the girl, all eyes will stare at you with hatred, reproach for cheating an innocent girl, and wonder how you did it. With me, no such thing happened. I was a perfect match for the girl – any girl, anytime, anywhere. And weird, most of my girlfriends were much, much younger than me. Anyway, long story short, we agreed to go dancing, the three of us. I was to fetch the fifteen-year-old first, then my girlfriend. Anyway, what happened that made me hilarious and tickled all over, was my date’s father took the trouble to accompany his daughter to the pickup place! Upon seeing the man standing beside his daughter, I froze! The father looked like he was my younger brother! Suddenly, I had second thoughts about the whole thing. My mind was frantic with all sorts of thoughts and my heart beat faster. No, it was not the sight of my date that quickened my heart beat, but her father. Upon seeing a man standing next to the girl, I almost freaked out. No! this man cannot be waiting for his bus, as the spot was not a bus-stop. He must be waiting for me!. But, as a matter of fact, I had nothing to worry about. As I said, I could be a match for any girl any age. The man could not be nicer. He did not look me over, up and down. The father was apparently pleased with his daughter’s date. He was all smiles. He wished us a good time; and did not even set the back-by (midnight) rule. By the way, if on the other hand I wanted to deter bad people back then, all I had to do was to don a sleeveless T-shirt, which expose my big, muscular arms. I once repaired a refrigerator for customer . When the fridge failed again after spending quite a substantial amount of money, she became furious and called me ‘Jack of all trades, master of none.I took it in my strides and agreed to fix her refrigerator again. But when she remarked she had two brothers working as Motorola technicians, and would ask them to be present when I carried out my second repair, I was uneasy. Fixing her fridge I must, but…what if one of the brothers (who I presumed were not little brothers), turned out to be a hot-tempered one, and started something, there could be a bloodshed. So, to avoid trouble, I had to resort to donning my sleeveless T-shirt. Fearing the worst, all my workers but one refused to accompany me to the customer’s house by giving all sorts of excuses. Even the one that was a bit braver opted to out in my truck outside. I went in alone into the house, half expected trouble from the grown brothers of the lady. But one look at my body, the two brothers changed their minds about any plans they might have in mind earlier, and couldn’t be friendlier. Of course, all went well and I returned to my shop in one piece. I have more scenarios I can relate involving my business or pleasure. In other words, I could go and on and on! In a nutshell, my talkativeness paved the way for me like president Obama of the US did for the Muslim Brotherhood of Egypt (but that's another story). But there's one problem - or shall I say question - can I reprise my storytelling prowess - when writing? Anyway, I believed if I wanted to be serious about writing I am going to need a professional training to do it right. So, that's why I am taking a comprehensive writing course with The Writers Bureau of England. For no matter how much natural ability I may have, I will never reach my full potential without expert guidance. Unless my talent comes into contact with an environment where it can develop and flourish, it might lie dormant forever - according the Writer Bureau, of course. I admire publishers’ editors not only because of the powers that they wield over us aspiring writers looking to get a book deal but after realizing what they have gone through before becoming who they are. Anyhow, I am all for it. Whatever it takes. But one thing is certain, I am going to hire a capable editor, whose job is to ensure The Free Gazette is on its way to become your popular sources of breaking news insightful reviews and other general stuff readers have come to expect from a newspaper or a magazine: me.