I love writing when I was in college. I wrote about anything. I don't care if it make sense to others or not. I write because I feel that I have to. It is my way or release. I started writing poems (I assume them to be) - with all the rhyming and strictly four lines per stanza but as the years passed by, I started to write without restrictions. I just write what I want. When I look back at the stuffs that I wrote after I arranged them chronologically (yes, I put date on every little things that I wrote) I was amazed on the progress that I made. Don't get me wrong, I don't claim to be a great writer. I am just "impressed" sometimes reading my so-called articles because I, myself isn't sure where I got those ideas. I sometimes do not even remember writing them.
I miss the feeling of the need to write. I can feel it coming. Now it is June 2012, my resolution is to encourage myself to write more. At least one item per month (the more the merrier). You see, I always intended to write. There lies my problem - it always ended as an intention. So I will try my best to put my "intention" into action.
