Sister Problems

(It has been such a  long time since I have been here!)

There once was a girl who was cursed to have the most annoying sister that ever was born a year after she was born.

And then, there were days like today when that sister decided to plague the eldest with her never-ending annoyance.

And when she should be grateful that her sister actually did her project for her, she still goes off an be a total prick (and the project turned out really nicely). You'd expect her to be grateful because 1. she needs that and 2. it looks awesome!, but NOOOOOOO. 

So here I am, spinning out my tale of woe, where I am regretting ever having made her project look nice. But I do so want to rip it right now.

Writing Life Update

I have been admitted into our school's journal, the GJ.

Truthfully, it's not so great. Yet. (I hope.)

My reason for saying that is because I'm a writer, not a journalist. When I was sitting there, with people chatting with other people all around me, and I was feeling OP, and I had time to think. And I was thinking how restraining journalism is. And honestly, I am no good with sports and I am always hear the latest news a little too late. (Could you still call that "latest news"?) Thus, my opinion above was formed.

But then, I'm happy with my other writing club, the GCG. It's not so formal; we don't even have a teacher to supervise and stuff! It's purely run by students, and I love it that way. And we're finally have some writing: there's a contest going. E=it's held monthly, and this month's theme is bullying.

Best thing is, it's pure writing. Nothing except your imagination is restraining you.

Names

I seriously do.

Some people have pen names, and I want to have my own pen name. And that's where I'm struggling in.

Personally, I'be got an idea for the first name. Last name, nada.

But now, because I just want to, I'll give the meaning of my real names. Are you ready?

My first name means "pipe", and my middle name means "youthful". And before you ask, my parents did not name for the meaning of my name.

That's it!








P.S. Oh, and if you're wondering, I know the meaning of my name because our Social teacher was asking for it.

S.G.C. The Writer Died with Inkpop

(To begin with, why "S.G.C. The Writer"? Because there's still S.G.C. The Blogger, S.G.C. The Dreamer, S.G.C. The Girl Who Has Seriously Wacky Ideas at Random Times, S.G.C. The Social Misfit . . . the list goes on.)

Many will never understand the despair of Inkies when they realized that they were sold to Figment. But then, I won't elaborate on that further, because I would do so in another blog post. This post is about why I am not using S.G.C. as my username anymore.

S.G.C., to me, will always be something professional. And Inkpop was professional, even though it was full of amateur writers. Maybe it was the fact that real editors could read your work, or maybe it's the community, but it was professional through and through.

And when it was gone, and after seeing how Inkpop was so stupid to sell us to a site like Figment, I went to Wattpad. And I changed my username, because S.G.C. would always be for Inkpop alone.

I'm Back!

Holy guacamole, I haven't posted in two months.
O.O
To begin with, I was in a summer camp. I'm not going to describe the place in detail, but here are my emotions for the trip.

Yeah . . .
But then, here's the worst part about the place.
Every week, we have computer time. So that's my weekly chance of getting some Internet time. (That excludes computer class, but then it's class time. We have to do other stuff before getting a few minutes of Internet.)
It didn't take long for me to realize that it would be a complete waste of time. To begin with, the Internet is so unbelievably slow that you might end up yelling, "ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME ON PURPOSE?!" to the blasted computer. And then you could get some stares from other people. Because we go there as a group. (And that's pretty much why the Internet is slow, as someone unformed me. The Internet's Wi-fi, so what is amazingly fast for one comp is "Aaargh!"-inducing for 25+ people.)
Oh, and if you're wondering if I did what was mentioned above, the answer is no.
And then the next week, the boys discovered Counterstrike. Being in a room that's a majority of boys (because most of the girls gave up on the Internet) who overreacts when they die in the game with excruciatingly slow Internet is simply annoying. And did I mention the guys are fond of choosing the weirdest and grossest usernames? One of them: thebra.

*shakes head*

What I've Learned from Greyson Chance

Well, of course it wasn't directly from him. It came from a song of his.

"You're so afraid of taking chances, how are you going to reach the top."

Those lyrics have really stuck in my head, simply because it is just so true. And personally, I can relate.

I know I'm not the only one who has this moment when the teachers asks a question, and you don't raise your hand because you're not sure if it's correct. And then later, when someone/the teacher gives the answer, you realize that your answer was actually correct.

And then if it was for extra points, you just feel like slapping yourself.

So, can't stay to type any longer. I'm off to take a chance to meet new people in the Wattpad community. I've decided to transfer over there, instead of Figment. 

Ciao,

E X C E R P T

Except!

This is from a story started from an Inkpop Word War (fabulous things, Word Wars). I'm still trying to find a nice pic for a cover, along with thinking for a title.
And now without further ado, the last few paragraphs! *applause*

I frowned at that statement.
She was looking at the people flying their kites, so she didn't notice my frown. 
Can't she see she's better than some people? Can't she see how rare it is to find someone who could laugh so easily? Can't she see how she's perfect the way she is?
No, she can't.
It was so obvious, in everything she does. She hated "perfect" people, because she believed she could never compare. Maybe the reason why she always read books was to shut out the world. Maybe she was always be lost in daydreams because she was dreaming of a world where nothing was wrong with her.
She was already perfect the way she was.
"Well, I think you're the best writer in the class."

I whipped my head around to look at him. His lips weren't pulled back into a teasing smirk; they were set in a firm line. His brown eyes looked black under the shadows, and they only made his expression look more solemn.
He wasn't joking.
Heat flooded my cheeks, and I looked away. I wasn't comfortable with attention at all, no matter how much I wanted to be noticed.
"It's obvious," he continued. "Who got the highest score in the book report?"
"I'm not in the journalism club," I mumbled.
"So? I still think you're the best."
Six words. Six words. Six words and I get a strange feeling in my stomach.


She blushed.
I was nervous, and I hesitated. And when I hesitate, I get to choose to do this or not. And in this case, the choice to go talk Cathleen paid off. I've made her blush. I've said something she'll probably remember.
I noticed my little brother waving me over, and I felt like groaning. I've just started talking to her!
I stood up anyway, knowing it wouldn't be fair to keep Drake waiting. And having him come over here was a big no. If he did come, who knows what he'll blab to the rents. So I gave him my wait signal, and turned back to face Cathleen. "Nice talking to 'ya. Let's chat again sometime."
She forced a smile and said nothing.
"Bye." I gave her one last smile and went over to Drake. 
As I jogged to where he was, I felt satisfied. Who knows to what this day would lead to?  All I know is, that when I'll be lying down in bed later, I'll be happy I talked to her.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see a heart-shaped kite. And I just had to smile.
Delete what I said about my thoughts while I'm trying to sleep. Instead of being happy that we talked, I'll be thinking if that kite was an omen or not.

What do you think?

I Don't Want To Say Goodbye, Inkpop!

I have been inconsolable for days.

Inkpop, my wonderful haven, has been deleted. Al my hard work was just deleted. Along with all my plans to raise my trendstter rank and my fantasies of getting into the Top 5.

Personally, I think it was a stupid idea to get rid of Inkpop and collab with Figment. Why can't HarperCollins just host contests on Figment, and keep Inkpop?

All they did was make a lot of people sad and removed an awesome site from the vast domain of the Internet.

Because Inkpop was the best writing community ever. All the members were nice, and gave the longest critques you could imagine. You could write author's notes, and everyone could read it. People were polite and fun, and sometimes really wacky. 

It was home for my writer self.

I take a look at Figment, and I still wonder if I can get used to it. Sure, I like the background and the daily prompts, but I don't think I can get used to the rankin system. No one even leaves a critque. And it really doesn't seem to be forum-based at all.

*sighs* Guess I'll try to write to ease the grief.





P.S. And what am I going to do with my Photobucket album "For Inkpop"?