Truly , we guys do live now in an era with the rampant rise of technology and modernization but no matter how powerful
computers can be, there are its limits and there are things it cannot teach us.All I know is that man invented computer
therefore our brain is the one that's really powerful.
Long before I have a laptop, it's my dream already either to become a doctor or a novelist. To satiate my love for words
and the passion in me to become a novelist someday, I always carry a 90 leaves notebook with me and a pen. I wrote my
very own story when I was in the fifth grade, when I was still around 10 years old. I write my stories by dialogue.I
always write them in cursive handwriting and when I start to get tired my handwriting slowly switches from cursive to
I always have good memories when it comes to writing because I grow up that my handwriting being appreciated by my
teachers and classmates.Not bragging, I do really have a good handwriting.My teachers and classmates told me that it's
unusual for a guy to have good handwriting when almost all of the boys in our class have chicken scratches.Also, some
girls were the worst. I can't barely read them. ^^ Yet, these are wonderful memories of my high school life.
When I entered high school, my essays were appreciated and I am always a part of poem-making competitions. My works were
even featured on the daily bulletin of our school. Our school always reminds us to use cursive at all times.
Unfortunately, I stopped writing essays when I entered college but during exams where there are essay parts, I always am
happy because I always get perfect on essays.At least, the ability's still there.Essays always help me improve my
Also, I totally agree with fireflywishes that it helps us to develop our fine motor skills. If we are not able to
develop our fine motor skills, I don't think we can operate keyboards well. ^^
Thank you very much fireflywishes for making such wonderful thread. I know there are people here in MT who loves
writing, like Hooyaah and me. ^^
" A mind full of bitter memories , a past drenched in sadness and watered with my tears,
A heart nurtured by the littlest spark of hope, a present fed by the wildest dreams,
A body scarred by the savage adversities, a future that holds the greatest uncertainties,
These are the deepest parts of my blue soul, armored and shielded by an indestructible fortress. "