: About Me

 Eversince I was a kid in primary school, there was something about the school library that captured my thoughts.I remembered rushing from the canteen heading towards the library to get my favorite spot, a quiet place way from the eyes of the librarians beside the window. I've got no clue why but the library was such a warm place for me, more like a secret territory where the books protected me. As I enjoyed exploring the library, the passion of reading somehow became a part of my live. Then one day came, when my English teacher instructed my class to write our very first essay and hand in the work before the class ends. The essay should consist more than 120 words without refering to our text books and believe me, being only a standard five pupil, those numbers could really send some shocks to your head.The whole class tried to protest quietly trying hard not to lead the teacher to raising her voice. Well of course the teacher guided use with some ideas and short simple notes, but it was still an enormous task for all of us. As I stared at the question,the words describing the situation seemed familiar, in fact too familar........just like the situation in one of the story books which i once read. So I stared writing, while writing new ideas came to mind, scenes of the situation was captured in my head and I smiled to myself as i fingers that gripped the pencil wrote by its own whatever that came up to my mind. My fellow classmate,took a peek to what I was doing so busily and she bacame impressed with the number of pages that I've written so far. The moment I completed my last sentences, the teacher asked the monitor to collect our exercise books. While during recess, my classmate who say me writing approached me and demanded to know how could I've written so much in that limited amount of time. I said " I don't know, I just wrote whatever came up my mind". Then I reliezed that I hadn't checked for my grammar mistakes and if my teacher finds out, I surely be called out in front of my class." Oh no!" I told myself. I was angry with myself for being sointo my story that I forgot what I should have done. So I grumbled to myself all day long.

The next day,my English teacher came in with our exercise books and after greeting her, she sat down and told the class she wanted to see each and everyone of us personally tell us the pros and cons of our essays,meanwhile she asked us to do a group discussion among ourselves about English project. So I waited with heart pounding so loudly that I was scared I was going to faint or something. I thought of finding an excuse to go to the washroom, but I knew there was no use as I've got to face her sooner or later.Besides how long was I going to stay put in that washroom? So I avoided eye contact with the teacher and tried to concentrate upon the group discussion. Then finally my name was called out. I rushed towards the teacher's desk so that she wouldn't need to call my name twice and more people will have their eyes out for me. When i reached her desk, she called out for the attention of the class......."Oh great! I'm going to be the laughing stock of the entire form by afternoon......." She said," Class who say it was impossible to write essay of 120 words in 45 minutes?! Your classmate here has written more than 200 words. Now what would you all say?"  In that few seconds I discovered that I really could write..........write even in the least amount of time given.

That was when I became more confident with my writings, I have the passion, I have that thoughts of how to try and impress people and on top of all myself with my writings.

My passion is ...

reading and understanding

I know too much about ...

stuffs that doesn't interest others

My parents always told me ...

take a book and study! Don't just read!

My childhood ambition ...

Writer, Creator, Book Publisher,Doctor

My favorite memory ...

watching telenovelas and discussing them with friends

Why I write ...

to express myself and impress others

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

mystery novels with historical characters

My first job ...

being a daughter

My best moment ...

trying to solve a murder case in a crime novel or something like that

My inspiration ...

things cannot be done by hardwork, you'll need passion to keep it going. I want to go on living even after my death.

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