i am not good at writing, but even so, i still want to write.

to enjoy, to like and to love.

i enjoy doing many things.

i enjoy sitting alone in a corner with a cup of coffee as i people-watch. i enjoy sitting down, calmed down, as i think things through. i enjoy interacting with children in a classroom because i know that im making an impact on them. i enjoy serving customers at yoguru with a smile because i enjoy seeing their happy faces.

i like doing many things.

i like playing the guitar and i like knowing how i am improving day by day. i like to draw and i like to design. i like to drive my family around because i like to drive. i like being with my friends and i like bringing smiles to their faces even if it meant having to act silly. i like exercising because i am always so energized and it lets me remember how it felt like to be on the running tracks. i like to sing and i like to dance.

but i only love doing so few things.

i love to read, and i love to write so much more.

i failed english horribly through my lower primary school years and had to attend before and after school supplementary. but it didnt feel like additional lessons; it was like going home. i walk into the room and i find myself surrounded with books. i grab a book- any book- and then settle down in the cosy corner that i have found.

it began with peter and jane. later, i moved on to enid blyton. and then i started reading more often and eventually found the type of stories i loved to read.

i want to thank mrs tan poh chu for not giving up on me, for always helping me until i finally passed english in primary 4. i want to thank ms mastura too, for all of the opportunities that she has given me, and for opening up the pure literature class. it was from then i realized my love and passion for writing..

i was just done reading a still-in-process fan fiction, and i loved it. i was hooked. no, it’s not your typical damsel-meets-prince love stories; it spoke of life and of people who, unfortunately, got the worst of it. i smiled, i laughed, i teared, and i cried like a baby.

and then i remembered.

i am not good at writing, but i want to write. and i want to be remembered as the girl who loved to write and never stopped writing. and yes, i want to be remembered as the girl who wrote things that roused your innermost emotions.

i love to write and so i will write.

=)

that is a world that i belong to, and i am going back.. home.