must be quite awkward at first to know that you're part of a new community, who [prolly] share the same interests as mine.

formal introduction? I'm Abigail Sy, a resider of the Third World Country called the Philippines, a big dreamer, a once-broken person, and so much more.

Basically I am fond of drawing esp. during nighttime [before I get to bed. how awkward!] and afterwards I jot down events in my journal. [yes, I write too. and the brief history about my writing skills forever remains to be unknown. LOL.]

The real reason writing has hit me much is when I started out w/ my first ever journal which I bought at a local bookstore for no specific reason [the idea of me writing events there was really unexpected. *POOF!*] during one of me & my friend's outings at a mall.

Fortunately I kept on writing as each day passed by, till it was the start of school. It wasn't really neat though, my thoughts were so random then that I didn't know what writing was. For me it was just filling up each page w/ ink and words.

As time grew by I then had feelings, fell in love, experienced everything in just a blink of an eye. THAT what my first year in High School. {Speaking of which, as of know I'm a sophomore, and school just started a week ago.}

Woops. Fast forwarding am I?

As unexpected as possible I was entitled to join the High Shool Dept.'s English Essay Contest [because in a class there must be 3. But since one of my friends dropped out, the teacher asked if I wanted. Taking the chance, I joined.] w/c was initiated one Thursday [I forgot the date XD] after a seminar and guess what our theme for the essay was about the seminar! Good thing I was paying attention. I remember the title was, "Winner or Loser, Your Choice" so I my notion was, what if I write the true meaning of a winner? Because I didn't think of making it a comparison type of essay. I just decided to make the best out of it. After the writing session I was like, "Whew. It's done. Nothing personal^^"

Months went by so quickly and we still didn't have the results of who won. I mean, I don't care anyway. How will an amateur writer like me win an award like that?

November 19 was the said "english Program" it was really long it lasted until 6 in the afternoon. So Kirsten [my friend. long story. she is still my friend though] and I sneaked out of the auditorium and we headed home.

I HAD NO IDEA THAT THE ESSAY WINNERS WILL BE AWARDED THAT DAY.

But who cares, right? I mean, tss. As if I would win.

Well, somehow even amateurs like me get a slight chance to shine.

My godmother called up my mom congratulating me. I WON THE CONTEST.

Oh, and P1,000. LOL. which I think I spent on outings. wooh. X]

You wouldn't imagine what I felt. After being shattered from the past I once had, that gave me the intense motivation to dream big and keep on writing. It gave me a chance to show my real colors and to be myself in a new way. I write. Ooh. Cool

Now's the fast-forward time. I haven't got a lot of time to write a whole lot of writing hostories on myself and how I achieved such success [TINY success] so let's fast forward.

After months and months of writing in my journal it was already time for my Birthday [I was born on the 14th of January] and I noticed my pages in my journal were actually becoming fewer each day.

I've search almost everywhere-from bookstores, to book-selling stores. Anywhere I could find. No hope. Guess what. I wished for a journal on my birthday. Well, it was just a *thought* [I just put some ink on my journal saying, "How I wish I'd get a journal for my birthday. That'd be the best gift ever. Plus it'd be COOL] I didn't expect it to come to life

Cool thing is, it did. My birthday was the mark of change. I received it from an old friend, and sadly until now we have no direct communication whatsoever. I do wish we'd be friends. ONLY.

See how complicated my life is? Told you so.

Months passed by [last schoolyear] and problems were atually a part of my everyday life already. Days after my birthday was our Recollection. Aww I was touched and I felt stupid at the same time. We formed a bond there and it just went on and on. Though some of our members had formed new groups, I still believe they're still my friends. Despite the many many fights and arguments we've been through, anyone can start over right?

SUMMER. I wasn't that passionate in writing, maybe I stopped once in awhile, but still I list down some random thoughts in a summer day. EVERY DAY.

I started drawing. My other top hobby.

Frankly when I was about 5 years old until my preteen years I loved drawing. It's like in me already, you know? Like I'm born with that talent or something. LOL.

As years went by I switched my aura of drawing to fashion designing. Yes, I love clothes. I loved to design. That was like my "statement" when I was in Grade 6. Everyone would be like, "Abi ang galing mo magdesign ng damit!" For those who don't understand [I used Tagalog for that] it means, "Abi, you're so good in designing clothes!"

It was then I found out designing was not for me. 'Cause right now I am actually sketching emotic portraits. Yes, I love drawing AGAIN. The good part is, I get to implement the clothes I design to my illustrations, to make them come to life. Another is, my point of view in Art is that I imagine widely so I could get a grip on what to draw or sketch. I mean, w/o imagination, is Art even possible? No. It isn't.

So there you go. A somewhat briefly detailed idea of what you're going to see in my Deviantart profile, gallery, faves and journal.

I hope you leave some comments if you see something nie or worth commented on.

Thank you so much for reading this entry. I will be writing more regularly, as time passes by.

♥xoxo.gayle♥