Why Did I ever thought of having another BLOG?

Some people are just gifted in expressing their thoughts beautifully in writing. And then there are those who just love writing with the hope that there are people who can appreciate their style no matter how simple it is.

I fall on the second one.

Image by: Jessica Peterson

Image by: Jessica Peterson

I started this blog with the intent of being anonymous. I’ve started other blogs before this where they basically just became a life journal. I didn’t know if I had regular readers, although I hope I did. This time, with social media being used widely and effectively, I thought of having a fresh start.

Nothing much has changed with the way I write, but I definitely gained so many life experiences compared to when I was writing in my teenage blog somewhere in this vast world wide web.

I feared of not having readers again, talking to no one but myself. But hey, we only live once. At my age, I should be way past the fear of not being accepted.

 

I’ll do what I want to do because it makes me happy!

So Miss Diaries came about because I wanted a fresh start, I wanted to continue writing whether I have an audience or not because it makes me happy. My memories and experiences in life are, in a way, events that some people can learn from, relate to, and get an inspiration from.

Why do people write? We write for so many reasons. I even wrote an entry about WHY I WRITE. It makes a lot of difference when you know the reasons why you do the things you do. It makes you understand yourself better.

 

 

Writing Challenge: Why Do I Write?

When your heart is full of love, full of hurt, full of hate and you can’t express it for whatever reasons, the best way to let it out is through writing. This is what writing is for me when I was starting to write back then. I do not consider myself a creative writer. I still have insecurities about my writing ability but who cares! I am not here to publish a book (yet! who knows what the future holds) and I am holding on the thought that everyone has their unique style of writing.

Maybe my writing is just waiting for the perfect audience who would see its beauty!

When I first read Sweet Valley High’s Jessica and Elizabeth’s diary, I was solved that I will start writing. I did! I got our typewriter (whew! who else uses a typewriter?) and my fingers started tapping the keys until I had a manuscript of some sorts. Maybe it was 10 pages, maybe it was 20. I already lost it for sure. Reading that book inked in my heart the importance of a diary and up till today, it continues to impact my life.

I write about unheard admiration. As a teen and maybe, as part of my personality as well, confessing a crush or admiration to a guy is not in my vocabulary. I do not want to give any guy the thought that he can make fun of me, court me, make me fall then break my heart. Because of this, I keep all my thoughts in writing.

I write about love, heartaches, hate. There are so many themes or topics that can fall on these categories. Yes, we’ve had them all. The only difference is that not everyone writes about them. I do. It releases whatever feelings I have. It encapsulates my youthfulness, my vulnerabilities, my innocence. And whether it will be discovered someday by my grandchildren, or it will be discovered as a relic, still- they can imagine how it was like to be me, to live in my time, to live with my memory.

Today, I write in this blog because I care about writing. I still believe that my brain has something to offer, something I know I will treasure when I am old. I write because I can still feel. No, make that, I feel stronger emotions that I understand this time.

We all live in this life once. Our thoughts, they can stay forever when written (at least while the internet still exists, or while WordPress still does).

Write! It doesn’t matter if you are no journalist, or no author- We were all given the gift of communication so use it! Love God’s gift.

 

Be challenged! Start writing by following the Daily Prompts.

Writing Challenge- Breaking the Law

I definitely am challenging myself this year. From getting more clients for work, becoming a full time blogger, being a responsible mother to my kids and a wife to my husband, I plan to do all of these for myself. Now, I’ve been putting off writing everyday. I’ve had numerous blogs ever since I learned how to access the internet when I was in college but those are no longer updated because of me procrastinating. This time, I want to do this for myself. Let’s start with Jan. 20 topic. Was there ever a time I broke the law?

When I was 7 or 10 years old (I can’t remember exactly what age), I found out that my aunt was saving coins in a can of Pringles. It was almost full. I really liked this junk food that costed 3 Php at that time. I started “borrowing” 3 pesos whenever I feel like going to my grandmother’s sari-sari store to buy that snack. A few times uncaught became a regular thing. At a young age, I knew I was stealing no matter how small the amount is. Stealing is breaking the law right? I said to myself that it would be the last, but I didn’t know if it was the thrill of getting money uncaught or the pleasure of eating that junk food that made me do it again.

One day, when I was about to borrow money again, it dawned on me that the can of Pringles that was almost full with coins was already half full. I got so scared because I knew my aunt was going to find out. From that time on, I swore never to get money that is not mine.

We all break laws one time or another. Growing up, I cheated a few times in school, I lied about the amount of my tuition fee in college, I lied about not having a boyfriend. All of these I had experienced. I am not really proud about these, who is proud of theirs? Talking about these experiences now makes me smile because it reminds me of the younger and playful me.

I did not admit to my aunt about what I did. I never really knew if she found out it was me. It was a lesson I learned by myself. I am very grateful to my family for teaching me the values I have now. Although I failed at that time, the lessons they taught me gave me the awareness that I had to stop.

I strongly believe that a better community happens when you have responsible citizens. Responsible citizens are developed in the family. Parents should educate their kids and should instill correct values. They might follow or break some rules (hoping its not a law). It is really up to the individual. The family should be there to continuously guide. It all starts with the right mindset that laws are there for the benefit of everybody. If we want to see changes in our community, in our government, it has to start somewhere. It has to start from ourselves. “Break the law if you must but only if you learned how to follow them first.”

Cheers!

Miss D