I have always been in love with writing ever since I was an innocent little girl (notice the hint: not so innocent anymore). I used to be this shy and quiet kid, thus I learned to express my thoughts through scribblings, or random writings in my school notebooks. However, when I entered 4th grade, somehow I changed. I started to speak up. I guess it had something to do with: 1) my teacher who was so worried about me being so quiet and distant, she had a talk with my mother, who then encouraged (more like persisted) me to speak up more, and 2) this boy who sat beside me in class during 4th grade had a knack for always bugging me with things, and the only way to make him stop was to give him a nice big shout. And so, from that year on, I was no longer a quiet person. Not even close. Thanks to my teacher and friend who had successfully opened the gate.
Thankfully, my writing habit did not die with my silence. It even became a way of filling time when I was not busy using my mouth chatting away. So whenever I did not talk, I wrote. As everything else in the world, my writing evolved. I found the beauty of poetry. I started using poems as my media of expression. The funny thing was, I could only write poems whenever I was sad, bitter, or mad. Up to this second, I have produced hundreds of poems. What does that tell you? *chuckles* Ah well, I was quite a drama queen with an emo attitude back then. But that is another different story.
As I adore writings that have the ability to touch me emotionally, or change the way I think, it would be fabulous if the things I write can somehow make a difference to others. But if I am not lucky enough to achieve that now, then maybe better luck in another lifetime.
