8:49 AM. Wonderland.
Writing is shaping up well. Miss Cancer and the rest aren’t here yet. Just me and Cora, who is playing some music from her table.
I love the songs she plays everyday. Jason Mraz, Beach Boys, Hotdog, VST- all retro, very retro. Her taste in music is cool. I like it. It’s a breath of fresh air in the face of modern music; ironic that the classics can be fresh.
It’s cool to stick to the classics in modern times. More often than not, today you are “cool” if you only watch the latest TV shows, music, events, etc. This is when you get tagged “cool”. Or “hot”- if you ask Paris Hilton.
Cora is nice. Given some time, we could really hit it off as friends. She’s not hard to get along with. She’s very laidback. No hassles. Smooth.
This reminds me of my old friends. Where are they by the way? Let me check.
Charla is happy with Elle. Sammy is getting the cold shoulder from his workmates. Mira is playing the good girl card. And I’m writing.
Writing, writing, writing. I am writing while dying to quit the rut I am in.
My personal issues are ugly. But I’ll do my best to seep them in here. I will try to relate my personal stuff as references that would shed light on my friends’ experiences.
From real to reel, I will try to craft daily realities into slices of my ideal mini-movie. After all, we are our lives’ own writers. It’s all up to us to make it happen. Hell, I’ve been doing it for years.
If you want to be a writer, you have to write, write, write. Just like if you want to be an actor, you have to act, act, act. That’s how you become someone. You have to keep on doing that thing that you want to be doing for the rest of your life.
There should be no stopping your tracks. You should keep going. No matter what the distraction, no matter how shitty your mood, no matter what the environment, you should keep going.
Something I should’ve done with acting, I know. I should’ve kept acting. I should’ve stuck to that script even if I was heartbroken or in a bad mood.
So now I will keep on writing. I will be inspired by ideals and by people. That’s how a writer makes it. A writer has to keep writing until it becomes second nature to him.
Don’t feel that you’re drying up with ideas. Just keep writing.
Anyhow, I’m alone now with Miss Cancer. She arrived 5 minutes ago, shortly after the other Wonderlanders came.
Cora decided to get lunch, and invited the others. It’s just Miss Cancer and me now at the office.
It’s friggin’ silent. Sir Dennis Marasigan of CCP said that there’s nothing wrong with silence between characters on stage. But I’m in Wonderland- not a stage but a cold, rectangular office.
There’s nothing wrong with silence. Just keep writing. Even if the silence between you and Miss Cancer is awkward. Just keep writing.
I just texted Mira and Sammy. But they haven’t replied yet. They’re not even online.
Sammy probably went home already, asleep on his lily pad. And Mira is probably in their office but their server is down. I also texted Charla, but it’s taking her forever to reply. What I want to do is go down and escape this awkwardness.
The deafening silence is enveloping me. The solution? I will eat. Oh great, Charla just replied.
In closing, let me ask: “Bakit mahirap ngumiti nang nakakunot ang noo?”
Let me know when you’ve tried.
Writing is shaping up well. Miss Cancer and the rest aren’t here yet. Just me and Cora, who is playing some music from her table.
I love the songs she plays everyday. Jason Mraz, Beach Boys, Hotdog, VST- all retro, very retro. Her taste in music is cool. I like it. It’s a breath of fresh air in the face of modern music; ironic that the classics can be fresh.
It’s cool to stick to the classics in modern times. More often than not, today you are “cool” if you only watch the latest TV shows, music, events, etc. This is when you get tagged “cool”. Or “hot”- if you ask Paris Hilton.
Cora is nice. Given some time, we could really hit it off as friends. She’s not hard to get along with. She’s very laidback. No hassles. Smooth.
This reminds me of my old friends. Where are they by the way? Let me check.
Charla is happy with Elle. Sammy is getting the cold shoulder from his workmates. Mira is playing the good girl card. And I’m writing.
Writing, writing, writing. I am writing while dying to quit the rut I am in.
My personal issues are ugly. But I’ll do my best to seep them in here. I will try to relate my personal stuff as references that would shed light on my friends’ experiences.
From real to reel, I will try to craft daily realities into slices of my ideal mini-movie. After all, we are our lives’ own writers. It’s all up to us to make it happen. Hell, I’ve been doing it for years.
If you want to be a writer, you have to write, write, write. Just like if you want to be an actor, you have to act, act, act. That’s how you become someone. You have to keep on doing that thing that you want to be doing for the rest of your life.
There should be no stopping your tracks. You should keep going. No matter what the distraction, no matter how shitty your mood, no matter what the environment, you should keep going.
Something I should’ve done with acting, I know. I should’ve kept acting. I should’ve stuck to that script even if I was heartbroken or in a bad mood.
So now I will keep on writing. I will be inspired by ideals and by people. That’s how a writer makes it. A writer has to keep writing until it becomes second nature to him.
Don’t feel that you’re drying up with ideas. Just keep writing.
Anyhow, I’m alone now with Miss Cancer. She arrived 5 minutes ago, shortly after the other Wonderlanders came.
Cora decided to get lunch, and invited the others. It’s just Miss Cancer and me now at the office.
It’s friggin’ silent. Sir Dennis Marasigan of CCP said that there’s nothing wrong with silence between characters on stage. But I’m in Wonderland- not a stage but a cold, rectangular office.
There’s nothing wrong with silence. Just keep writing. Even if the silence between you and Miss Cancer is awkward. Just keep writing.
I just texted Mira and Sammy. But they haven’t replied yet. They’re not even online.
Sammy probably went home already, asleep on his lily pad. And Mira is probably in their office but their server is down. I also texted Charla, but it’s taking her forever to reply. What I want to do is go down and escape this awkwardness.
The deafening silence is enveloping me. The solution? I will eat. Oh great, Charla just replied.
In closing, let me ask: “Bakit mahirap ngumiti nang nakakunot ang noo?”
Let me know when you’ve tried.
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