I HAD IMAGINARY FRIENDS-THAT'S WHY I WRITE
I don't know if God has this ballot labeled "which lives should I make weird", because if so, my name must have been drawn out.
I have no idea how to start this blog post so I inserted a joke. I was just looking at my blog stats today and I couldn't have been more prouder. I received so much views on my posts (and not just on the page) that it tallies up to how much views I've gotten on my old blog for the past 15-16 months. I feel so happy! Anyways, I'm here to tell you guys of a story on how I got into writing, just to commemorate this happy feeling in my life.
Okay, I don't know when I actually started getting into writings since it was really way past then, so I'll tell you all the stories that could have foreshadowed me getting into writing. When I was 3 years old, my mom told me that I used to have all these imaginary friends to play with [edit 10/16/17: I still do] , I can't remember their names now or what did with them, but I do remember that when I was 5 I used to play with imaginary friends but not the previous imaginary friends. I remember that I used to depict myself as a hero and I'm friends with all the DC characters (I actually listed their names on my first edition Harry Potter Chambers of Secrets, which I regret now), I will also come up with all these names and I will come up with their superpowers and before I sleep I'll make sure that I'm going to at least have one mission with them.
Then, there's 1st to 4th grade, as a present I've always wanted my parents to get me a good notebook (what changed?) and I'll fill it up with daily journals but I'll bore myself to death and I couldn't do it so I'll just fill it with random Japanese sentences (I was into studying Japanese back then), and I'll remember it. There's a particular scene in 4th grade and I'm friends with Janah and we were trying to come up with comics but I don't know how to make one so I just wrote a story and since she made one with girls that has boobs on it, I reported her to the teacher because I was jealous. At that time I thought the teacher would punish her for writing this obscene comics but I got into trouble for looking at her stuff (good teaching).
There's also this summer vacation I spent with my grandma and when I went home I tried to describe what happened during the whole summer trip and my grandma suggested I took Creative Writing for college [ha! as if my parents would allow me to become a jobless freelance author]. Then, comes 5th grade and I was friends with this gay guy named Jomar [don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with being gay, that's just his identifier cause there's a lot of Jomar in my life; also, I've been friends with him since Kindergarten], and I started writing poetry and he once called my poem not good and I got angry at him.
6th grade started and on late September my teacher asked everyone in the class to participate in a Declamation contest and I qualified for the semi-finals [I couldn't stop smiling the entire day]. My teacher saw this and told me to join other contests. She persuaded me to join the story writing contest and the poem writing contests, which I did. I remembered on my short writing contest I did a lot of drafts and since I was short on time I had to pass my drafts and hoped the facilitators would understand the story [my past friend Monica passed it for me, because I don't want to be humiliated], and for my poem writing contest I wrote a 7 verse poem about global warming.
At the end of the school year it was said I will win but I had a little incident and I was disqualified [they also took my academic excellence and other ribbons proving of my excellence, I'll post a blog post about it soon].
On 7th grade, I was really in touch in writing poems and I remember I wrote one for my crush Jowee and she loved it [during this time I was starting to love reading books]. One of the most iconic moments of 7th grade is when my entire homeroom class urged me to write a poem to read in front of our homeroom teacher in teachers' day.
The climax mostly happened in 8th grade, our music teacher dropped the mic when he told everyone in our batch that he would be resigning as our music teacher, so to show tribute every 10th-7th graders in the school performed a farewell act for him, I was asked to make a poem for that day, which Gab said had wrong grammar [whatever]. A lot more stuff happened in 8th grade, I befriended this girl named Micaiah [which I'm still best friends with], and she urged me to write a fictional book about our friend group, this urged me to write better, learn grammar more, and read tips on how to write better; ultimately, I ended up learning a lot about writing. Another thing, when I was in 8th grade I was having a identity crisis and reading books helped me feel better, which is also why most of my past works were heavily influenced of which book I was reading at that time.
In 9th grade I tried submitting my stories from local newspapers, Readers' Digest, and other contests in the internet. I also tried submitting my works to foreign publishing house and putting my stories on Wattpad [I already deleted them]. This was the year when AGC is active, so my stories were gloomy and my works were mostly essays about my depression and anxiety.
In 10th grade, I started writing on Lossng Weight hoping me documenting my weight would help me lose weight, which didn't. During this time, we were moving to another house [again] and since I don't want to burden myself I sold most of my books, this is where my reading obsession stopped [I only read casually now] and my writing were shorter and more advanced than it was in 8th grade. I also tried managing 5-6 blogs at one time but I didn't got to it since I was interning.
Currently, I am now writing in this blog, I post short stories here and I post fan fiction in a fan fiction site. My spelling is becoming terrible but my typing skills is becoming faster.
So, there's the story of how I got into writing
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