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"?