First words (again!)

This is probably the third or fourth blog I've created in the past few years. My consistency is appalling. Sometimes I think, it's not that I have so much to do. Yes, I am a bum pretending to be working hard and not have time to write. I love writing, I love everything about it. The romance and drama of words, how they are used to make us feel better (or worse) about ourselves and everything that surrounds us. Not to mention the spelling, which is ever so confusing.

I'm in the middle of reading Bill Bryson's 'Mother Tongue' (which is of course, English), and I find it so interesting how the modern English language become what it is today. Why people in different parts of the UK speak so differently, and sometimes are not able to understand each other. A taxi driver in Windermere picked me up to take me home, and asked me where I was from. So when I told him that I was from Malaysia and he said that, "It's amazing how I can understand you perfectly, and you're from the other side of the world. I cannot understand the Glaswegian accent, and they're only about 200 miles from where I was born!" (Let's face it, Glaswegians are IMPOSSIBLE to understand even if English is your first language). I'm digressing.

The romance of words. Words make you laugh, make you cry and melt your heart. Without words, a friend  cannot console another friend; a lover cannot express his feelings (I suppose there are other ways, haha); politicians cannot win (without twisting words); and you will not be reading this blog today.