I Want to Write

a/n: I wrote a funny poem last 31st of July while waiting for the Selena Gomez Revival Tour Concert. I stayed inside Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf for an hour and a half and wrote this, whatever this actually is:

Tell me how to write

So that I could write

What else should I do

I am in ruins

 

I wanted to write

But what is there to?

Should I write ’bout trees

Or that door closing

 

I am still asking

what things should I do?

I am still unsure

So what do I do?

 

I can’t believe that

After all of that

I have made something

I have written now

 

It was fun to do

It was fun to ask

I asked and answered

How does someone write

 

The page is ending

I think I should stop

But let me tell you

It was fun to write

A Speech Contest

A few years ago, back in high school, I was chosen to be the representative of a speech writing and deliberation contest. I was absent the day it was decided and was surprised to be told about it. I was not good at writing speeches.

I remembered going to different websites, reading speeches on blogs, and taking advises from writers as I really did not know how to make a speech. I went crazy for days.

The day of the speech writing was pretty okay. I was nervous. I wanted to win at some point so I poured my heart out into writing. My crush was there, too, making me more nervous, but this information isn’t really needed. The concept was about improving English in the Philippines.

Two days later, I was called by the director of the English organization. I was nervous. Well, really, when was I not? When we got to the club room, she gave me my speech and told me that my piece was picked and I was going to have to deliver it on English Day. WHAT? I WAS NOT TOLD THAT WE HAD TO DELIVER IT IN FRONT OF PEOPLE?! I didn’t even know beforehand that it was called a speech writing AND DELIBERATION contest. I was just told that it was a speech writing contest. I was told to wear a formal/semi-formal dress on the day itself. I went back to the classroom both happy and sad. It was great that my speech was picked, but having to wear a dress and speak in front of people is the absolute worst!

The day finally came. I’m pretty sure that I was shaking throughout the day. When I already had to change into a dress, I know I was pretty much close to dying then.

A few minutes before we had to deliver the speech, we were asked who wanted to go first, and, I don’t know what got into the mind of the teacher in charge but she picked me to go first. This is the part where I curse but I won’t.

I was given the mic afterwards. I was shaking. I couldn’t feel my body anymore. I wanted everything to stop. I wanted to run away then.

I was somehow blamed for the judges not being able to hear anything but I fully blame the mic. It was broken.

I finished the speech and went down with my classmates for break time. Sadly, it was also the time they announced the winners. I placed third. I was not there to get my price and certificate. Until now, I regret going down just to eat.

Well, that was the greatest achievement I have ever done in my life.

Overall, it was nerve-wracking but very fun. Right now, I don’t have any contests I could join in but if given the chance to join a writing contest again, I would love to!

Here’s the link to the speech I wrote, which, in all honesty, was very stressful to read and type.

And here’s a back/side photo of me while doing the speech:252312_470137796358206_1649491661_n

About Writing

A bunch of words put together
My feelings I finally let out
I think paragraphs have become somewhat unrelated

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Writing has always been a sort of therapy for me. Sad, mad, happy, stressed, I always write things down to help me. It is more enjoyable to stay at home and write or type about anything I can think about.

I have always had a world of my own. I liked being alone and I liked making stories up. I loved going to the world I have created and live in peace and quiet inside it. I love being able to imagine things which are unlikely to happen, but would still be lovely to experience. I loved reading myths and fairy tales.

It has always been a dream of mine to be able to write a story and have it published one day; a book which I can put near my door, on the living room, and on the shelf inside my room in my future house, a book I can be proud of. I even remember my mom telling me to write and she’ll make sure it would get published. (You’re awesome, mom!) But as years pass, I started to forget about the dream, and only wish to carry on and graduate with the program I have chosen.

Back when I still wanted to write a story of fiction, I did try to. There were several drafts on my old computer of stories I cannot remember anymore. I never tried to publish them online, I never had the confidence to.

Nowadays, finally having the time to look back, I remembered all these dreams I wanted so much to fulfill.

I have given up on writing and having it published into a book, but I haven’t completely given up on my love for writing. Still, I want to be able to write articles and reports or maybe short blogs of whatever I can write about.

I want to write so no matter what I will write.

An Introduction

As a new member of the website, it is only appropriate that I tell some things about myself.

Hello! I am Bessie, a nineteen year old from the Philippines. I am currently taking up Computer Engineering.

I am interested in writing, especially essays and poems. I opened up this blog to improve my writing. I have taken a liking to K-Pop, dinosaurs, giraffes, the outer space, and unusual things.

My username nshnkn comes from the consonants of my favorite singer’s name: Nishino Kana. I have taken a liking to the username and have been using it for the past months. I might change into something better suited for a personal blog when I get to think of one.