Writing.

State the obvious.

I love writing.

A lot. It's very enjoyable for me. Just the way I can express myself either on paper or by text on blog. You can tell that I do love writing since I do it everyday. On a notebook or by blog, and I do blog a lot. Stories, thoughts, random rants & rages, and just a bunch of nonsense that can only make sense to me. Even lessons I learn or stuff from devos. I just have a lot on my mind. I think a lot too I suppose. But back to writing.

I remember the first time I ever got into writing. I was, hmm, eight years old.

It was in grade 3 and I had just moved to Canada.

It was a very foreign country for me and I was adjusting. Everything looked so large and big to me and the only things I was familiar with was the malls and my great aunt's house since I had visited Canada previously when I was 4 years old (I actually remember my time in Canada previously, but that's another story).

I remember the principal's eyes widening at my shy 8 year old self, hiding behind my mother as she was telling her all of my achievements. We were taking a tour of the school I was to be going to, which was a uniformed private school, catholic if you may. Little did I know that haha, the school I would be 4 years in the future was only 2 blocks away from that school. (Again, another story).

"That's remarkable!" the principal exclaimed. She had very short gray and dark hair meshed together in a pixie cut which worked for her. She reminded me of that actor from the movie Freaky Friday, Jamie Lynn Curtis was it?
She wore small framed glasses, and had crow's feet wrinkles by her eyes, looked around her late forties or early fifties I suppose.

"Your daughter's intelligence is very impressive..." she continued on, beaming at me. "I think she will do quite well at this school."

I was looking up at her with my big and shiny eyes with a shy expression.

Her denim suit and black thin heels intrigued me.

We continued to take a tour of the school. Well, I never really talk or tell anyone about this but, she even suggested I should skip 3 grades.... Yeah, I know, whoa.

So I would've been an small eight year old in a sixth grade classroom, with eleven year old students.... Scary.

And well you probably know what happened, she didn't let me skip grades, because that would've been weird for me. Even though I would've graduated when I was 14.... (Odd enough, if I had stayed in the Phils, that's the same age I would've graduated high school).

ANYWAYS. :) Sorry for the bunny trail.

Back to Writing!

In that third grade classroom, I remember seeing my teacher. She had fluffy blonde hair. But not the poofy, weird disco afro kind. The kind where it's beautiful, lucious and filled with voluminousness. She had blue eyes and looked around her late twenties or early thirties. Probably thirties, I remember she was married.

She smiled down at us and widened her eyes that it was almost scary, but not quite. She told us to have a new notebook open to make it a writing notebook. One that we would write in during our quiet time everyday.

Now this was very foreign for me. Probably for everyone too. But it was new. I had never really been interested in writing. Or reading (how I became interested is another story... lots of stories to tell xD).

Yes, I know, I was only eight, but I've done a lot already. :P (yet again, another story).

So I opened my new blue notebook and stared at the blank page wondering what in the world I was going to write. I had my No. 2 pencil in my hand, who was eagerly waiting to press it's lead head on the lined paper.

Tap, tap. Tap, tap.

I kept my eyes focus on the page, not minding what other's were doing. This was my moment. Just me and the page.

You're probably wondering how I remember this. Well I just do. One of my moments I like to relive sometime.

It was then and there where I started writing my first story. My very first story which I told, between me, the pencil, and the page. And eventually my third grade teacher who liked to look over all the notebooks.

By the end of the quiet time, I had 4 pages, filled with writing. I was pretty satisfied.

My friend, her name was Annika, had bright red hair and looked over at me with her eyes that grew as big as a bright blue balloon being inflated by helium.

"WOW!!! You write a lot!" she exclaimed at me, looking quite impressed. She showed me her notebook which was almost half a page filled with scribbles and marks of words.

Her exclamation made quite an effect as other kids started to crowd around me, looking at my notebook saying things like, WOW! WHOA! YOU WRITE A LOT! causing me to blush. I nodded at all of them so small it was barely seen.

"Thanks," I said shyly, "You guys write a lot too."

Yes, yes, I was a shy and quiet kid.

Then our teacher collected our books and proceeded to the next lesson in her chirpy and warm voice.

I guess I enjoyed my first time writing. The following days after that during our writing period, I just kept on writing. Random ideas, things that were on my mind. What else was on a little girl's 8 year old mind? Really.... not much :)

I just wrote scenes and stories that would be funny or cool if it happened and of course about tv shows that I watched since I was obsessed with television. Haha, seriously, if you could count how many hours I watched a day ... but.. that's another story :)

Anyways, days passed, months passed, haha, years... just kidding, we'll go as far as months :)

After a lot of writing periods, well guess how many notebooks I managed to fill?

THREE :)

and they were filled with stories and stuffs!

And that's how I started writing.

I kept going on and on and on.

When I was eleven, I found those three notebooks again and started reading things I wrote. And they were funny! On the last page on one of the writing journals I have a snapshot of it in my mind. I was writing about an episode on one of my favourite tv shows back then, of the Winx Club. Note, I was eight or nine, and I was writing about Musa and Riven. Musa was the fairy of music and Riven went to a nearby school for boys who handled weapons and dragons.

And I wrote a closing scene right after they had defeated the Trix witches from their evil plot to take over the fairy realm. I quoted something from the Disney Hercules movie, and it went something like this.

Musa: Riven! You saved my life!

Riven: well it's no problem, it's really fine...

Musa: but you almost got hurt doing it! thank you ..

Riven: well, you know, people do crazy things... when they're in love.

Hahahaha :)

Oh I am funny.

Anyways, yeah. That's what I remember from my childhood days.

This was a very personal blog post, so I hope you enjoy :)

WRITING AND EIDETIC MEMORIES FTW!