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So far only two people have cried in response to my writing:

Christine
Faiz

There are a few pieces that could potentially make my mother cry but she's very good at this poker-face thing...

I don't know. Part of me believes that this is the ultimate in feedback. When the emotion in a piece is so strong that it moves you to tears. How often does that happen these days?

What Happened There?

Faiz told me that one of the reasons he no longer writes poetry is due to the fact that he no longer has much angst to draw from (so he says). He suspects that may be one of the reasons I don't write as often as I used to. I worry that he may be right. Of course not all of my poetry came from young adult angst but still... Then again, the volumes of angsty poetry coming from all corners of the world tell us one thing: this stuff makes you write.

Some time later I should have more anthologies sorted by theme : D

Voices Launch

Readings at Seksans on the 25th was especially fun for a number of reasons:

1) We had Reza Salleh singing us some beautiful songs
2) We had the successful Malaysian writers joining us
3) We had the book launch (Congratulations, Poetry Underground)

4) I dragged Faiz and Zul along

The great Reza Rosli invited us for his open house after that. I would now like to take the opportunity to ask anyone living in Bukit Jelutong: is there such a road as Jalan Kubah 9? If there is, it doesn't matter because that's NOT where Reza's house is (Thanks a lot, dude)! Oh well : ) At least I was fortunate enough to have been given a rather accurate map. Hazlan and co. were not so fortunate, hehehe... By the way, Reza, the house is gorgeous! Thanks for having us : )