I started reading books like Heidi, Sweet Valley, Betty and Veronica, Archie, encyclopedia, bible, magazines - name it, at the age of 7. I read even on sleep overs and in the car going to and from school and while everybody else was having 'fun' (I had my own version of fun). :-) Yeah, I was a book lover. I could not sleep without a book beside me. It's like my teddy bear. And yeah, that was decades ago. Age 8, I thought I had read enough books, got inspired and started writing stories of my own. And woah! People who learned about it were... you know, quite amazed (feeling proud).
Grabe, ayoko na. Nosebleed! Pero, sige lang, ipagpatuloy natin 'yan.
For a couple of years, I was surrounded by different people - different nationalities, personalities, all age group were there, etc. And we so, we needed to communicate in English... and sometimes, German but I enjoyed learning Mandarin. Unfortunately, I was forced to take a Spanish class. And if we cannot really understand each other, though we can talk, sign language will do. There are times when I speak in my native language (ang pinakamamahal kong Filipino), It would take time for me to construct my sentences (hanggang ngayon, nabubulol parin ako, kahit na hindi na ako marunong magsalita ng ibang lingguwahe).
I was very fond of creating a group consisting girls with the same height and age like mine. And so, the Babysitters - Music Girls Club was created. And we literally do babysitting to earn funds for the club (funds for parties). I sing. But my voice was so small that they'd rather wish I could do phantom mime instead, so I would just compose songs and leave the singing thingy to them. Now I'm embarassed. But, hey! I was the only one who knew how to play the guitar that time. So, I would always be on the background and my friends would always have the spotlight because they're the one singing. Damn.
The very first story I wrote was about a group of princesses with their flying unicorns, living in beautiful palaces. The title was The Spy Riders vs The Black Riders (ofcourse, black - they are the villains). It was a fantasy story, a love story, a friendship story, an adventure story - a big no-no for the type of family and environment I had that time. They had an impression that my mind was like, sigh, I don't know what you call it... polluted? Eyes blinded from reality? So, I hid my so-called 'talent' to them because I didn't want to be scolded for writing and expressing 'worldly' thoughts.
I only show the stories that I write to my classmates and friends. Until 2 weeks ago, my dad caught me... on facebook, after posting a story on my timeline. He saw it. Pero deadma. Hahahah! He just gave me a warning look, but I know, wala na sa kanila 'yun, yet, I got used not being comfortable sharing my works with them (my parents).
Ok. After 3 years, I was 11 years old back then, we went back to our real place. From Prada to Nadah! I know, the Creator has plans for us. And He never left us.
Antok na ako, may pasok pa bukas. Bukas ko nalang rin gagawin 'yung susunod.
This is my story when I was your age...
