writing

((foto: such a lovely sky in BATH, England / dec, 2003))

Some people study aesthetics and find out what are beautiful, can be valuable, and follow (or create) the cultural icons that common people'd be enthusiastic about.

I also dreamed of being a writer or something artistic. I used to write short stories in my pramary school days and got rewarded for some of essays. It wasn't very special thing, but imaginary stories that kids can make up. I wanted to continue learning how to express, construct the sentence and what can be attractive materials for well-formed story, so joined the literary club. As far as i remember, there were around 10kids who were accounted to be talented. (i don't remember if my teacher recommended me to join, but i wasn't that much talented, i can tell.)

I can't remember atmosphere of the classroom much, but i guess that our teacher tried to inspire us and we also tried to find unique motif and compose whatever our ability allowed. I totally forgot what i wrote about (maybe only one i remember, i took part in the composition contest which was a part of eletricity safety campaign and i personally enjoyed a lot, therefore, got a pretty big reward.), but it was really great time to experience a dream world.

Since i entered middle school, i wanted and tried to keep on developing my own talent but was kind of lazy and not eager about writing. I kept on writing lots of things though, especially diaries and letters (you know, Anne Frank's diary was -and still- my ideal and i was Anne wannabe. haha). I sometimes take out those remembrancers and recall old times. There're my imaginary friends (i used to name my diaries in my middle school days, i assume i was so affected by Anne), old friends who i don't meet any more, anguish and joy and other trifles. I'm still used to showing my heart in words, that's more comfortable and easy to me, so was i in my younger days. My mom'd tell me off for not speaking as much as other girls -i didn't understand though-, so after she scolded me, i used to write a letter to confess(?) or express what i think/feel/was sorry/regret... and she reluctantly forgave me.

I still feel myself not good at speaking, especially logically or persuasivelly (oh, terrible...), but hope my writing's not worn out yet. I do enjoy any kind of writing and try to record my moments, thoughts, values, and share my imagination with others. It is tough to put up with every wicked thing in this world, we'd better imagine the way we really want. Imagination's nothing great, just in our heart. Hope many people show it off :)