>Argh! I had just come across an old blog of mine, a blog that I had been actively updating two or three years ago when I was in my 3rd Year of High School. The stuffs I’ve written there are mainly about my Kpop and DBSK obsession, which I had gotten over with when the boy band DBSK disbanded or broke up. I read my blog, not that I was interested with the posts as I was before, but I read to check my English. Reading my ex-blog was like seeing a ghost of the past. It was like reminding myself of how I used to be this impish and K-pop obsessive girl, who, apparently, could write really well. Perhaps, even better than now. I liked how I constructed my sentences then. I liked how witty and funny I sounded. I liked the way I used very articulate and expressie words. Horror struck me like lightning. In my opinion, my writing was better before than it is now. Which could only mean my skills, due to the lack of practice, has deteriorated. NOOOOO!
|Link to my King of Hearts fanfic: http://www.winglin.net/fanfic/jam_023/|
When I was fifteen, I had written the most heartrending, powerful and worth publishing fanfiction. It was of course a product of my obsession with Kpop as the main character was a fictional girl and Onew, of the Kpop boyband SHINee. Basically, the story was inspired by the Korean movie, “A Millionaire’s First Love”, which was like “A Walk to Remember” except that the female protagonist died of a heart disease and not cancer. My story was entitled “King of Hearts” and the roles were reversed. It was the female protagonist who was the bitch and the spoiled brat. She fell in love with Onew, a strange but very amicable guy. However, Onew suffered a bad case of Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy. Modesty aside, my story was a hit in winglin. I had about twenty or so comments on my Winglin page a day and very faithful subscribers.