a writer's story

This story is about a girl who can't get enough of writing.

The girl used to keep handwritten journals where she would write down her most private thoughts. It started way, way back to 6th Grade. As a kid, she'd "update" her journals (before, they were popularly known as "diaries") about her so-called life - which were mostly about her petty crushes and what she used to believe as "the loves of her life". She burned her first diary (which contained countless entries about a boy she used to like) a year later after she realized that it was all sissy and sugar-coated. Ugh. To this day, keeping up to her "I-have-no-regrets" mantra, the girl is still thankful she burned that stupid diary. It was her first, but she didn't care. She just couldn't stand what she wrote.

Despite her rather embarrassing "first", the girl decided to keep another journal. And this time, she promised herself that she wouldn't burn them in the future no matter how badly she wants to. She told herself that it would be nice to look back and have a nice laugh when she reads about her thwarting entries. Through the years, she kept her diaries. The diaries can be found inside a big box on top of her bookshelves. Sometimes, when nostalgia sinks in, she would read them, one by one and laugh her head off. She's amused by the way she used to write - childish and immature. But she had to congratulate herself that as a young girl, she got her grammar right... and being a grammar whore, knowing that she knew how to write even a piece of shitty and childish essay "correctly" is enough.

College years.. ah, busy, busy years. With the advent of high technology, it was a feat to be able to keep a "diary" for everyday thoughts. Besides, keeping a diary during those times was so 90s. She got herself a planner, and along with exam schedules, plays and parties to attend, she would write down her thoughts, her rants, her raves. It was a win-wn situation. She's the type of girl who never forgets a significant date. And having a planner cum diary, it was the perfect compromise.

Then came the age where laptops are in the loop, and PCs are almost endangered. It was also the discovery of a password protected Microsoft Word file. Well, at least for the girl. She indulged herself banging on the keyboard and writing maniacally in the wee hours of the morning. It was so convenient, all she has to do was think of some out-of-this-world password and her private thoughts are safe. Of course, there would be times when her passwords changed as her moods did, and it was a futile endeavor to even TRY to remember them. She didn't get the chance to retrieve those files, but she consoled herself that at least, nobody else did.

As though having an electronic journal is not enough, online journals came into the pictures in the form of BLOGS. At first, the girl thought it was a stupid idea - imagine having to go through the process of logging on the Internet just to write down your thoughts! It was a downright hassle - or so she believed. A lot of her friends started blogging and she was intrigued. WTF?! She was intrigued with all the hype to the point that she gave in and started her own. She didn't even make it to her first post. Either she forgot her username, her password or her sanity. She wasn't ready to write her thoughts for all cyberspace to see. YET.

Two pathetic-and-empty blogs later, she tried Friendster blogs. It was very pretentious at first because 1) she wasn't really sure what to write; 2) she has no idea how things work ; and 3) she just couldn't stand the fact that A LOT of people will be reading her posts and well, she just hated the idea.

Months later, she decided to give it a shot. She wrote an entry in her "way of writing" - unpretentious with a twisted humor. And she thought that it's not so bad after all. She wrote one entry after the other, and she was surprised by the reponses she got from her friends. She had no idea people bother to read her blog, and she was inspired to write more.

The girl dreams of taking up a course in writing, but for now, she contents herself updating her blogs, writing mostly-incoherent posts, bashing people in and out of cyberspace, and practically anything she could think of. She still finds time to write, and hopes that one day, she'd be able to write for a living. Hmm. She still keeps a hidden "diary" somewhere in her room where she writes down her thoughts (too private to be posted in her blogs) whenever inspiration strikes.

She sometimes writes short stories about her friends (in fiction) just for kicks, only to find out that some of those stories literally comes to life. For instance, she once wrote (as a "fearless forecast") that her friend will go somewhere in Southeast Asia (or something like that). Just recently, she found out that her friend will indeed go overseas (but in the Middle East) to settle ther with her husband and baby. Another example was when she wrote in a short story that the President of her org will resign from his position. Guess what, months later he announced his intention to resign. Freaky!

Anyhoots, freaky, fearless forecasts aside, the girl still continues to write - either for her or others' delight. The girl just can't get enough of writing. And that girl is me. ^^*