Writing Again

I don’t remember if I like writing or not. But I remember when an article of mine was published in some teenage educational magazine many moons ago; everyone I know at school was excited. I remember my English teacher asked me to read the article out loud in front of the class. I remember friends congratulating me and saying how much they enjoy reading my that one (and only, mind you) article.

I didn’t write anything else ever since. I don’t know why. Sometimes there is so much in my head that I wanted to put into words, but somehow it didn’t happen. When I talk about stuffs with my sister, she often said “Hey, you should write that down!! Write a book or something”. But then I always think – yeah I can talk but I cannot write. I just don’t know how to do it.

Then I met this friend, who is a writer. At first I always ignored him when he tried talking to me. I don’t find him that interesting, you see. But looking back, I guess I never given him the chance to be interesting enough for me.

One day we started talking and I am hooked. We talk about everything under the sun and it amazed me how our thoughts are so much alike. It is scary sometimes when you find someone so similar to you, especially when you are not that good with yourself – if you know what I mean.

This friend always talks about his ideas, his writing, his readings. Somehow, it kind of makes me wants to write again. Write something. Write anything really. So then, I start to write again. Poem. I did write a couple of poems in between of that one article and now. Again, that was ages ago when I was still in law school. Again, don’t ask me why I stopped. I simply don’t know.

So after a long long time, I put words in my head into the blank white screen on my laptop. One by one, I moulded the words and a poem came into existence. And one after another, I continue to write more.

I must say, I kind of liking it now. So, let’s see J