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Sunday, January 25, 2009
How good am I as a writer?
I have this idea that I probably am the one who needs to be enrolled in a writing class. You see, I'm not really such a good writer because I'm not really good in translating my thoughts to words on paper. Whenever I have this really great idea on my mind and then I decide to put that into writing, my work will not turn out to be how I supposedly had it in mind. I'm not good in conveying my thoughts. I mean, I have them clear in my head-- every detail, every meaning, but when I try writing them, everything just turns out to be crappy, and meaningless, and senseless. I seriously need to enroll myself in a writing class. Keep writing. Just keep writing. The objective here is to just keep writing whatever comes to your mind. That's the idea of free writing. And that's what I'm trying to do now. My high school teachers and college professors had mentioned this free writing technique in class. They said that what the writers should have in the end is a composition that includes a variety of thoughts, ideas, and feelings, regardless of the grammatical lapses, and incorrect spellings. What matters most when someone is "free-writing" is the number of ideas that one is able to put into writing. I wonder how my life would be on Valentine's Day. Am I worried not to have anything to do on that "special" day, as believed by many? February 14. I might begin to actually hate this date. That would be the time when everyone else in school would start to look like love birds in campus. And that's just irritating for the single ones. Excruciating even. I won't really be surprised if the rate of suicides increase on Valentine's day. No doubt the major cause of them would be NOT HAVING SOMEONE TO HAVE AND HOLD ON FREAKIN" VALENTINE'S DAY. What's so special about Valentine's day, huh? Why do couples have to publicly display their affection to each other on this particular day of the year? And I'm talking about PDA to the EXTREME here, alright? Why can't hey do their PDA-ing on March 14? or May 17? or November 01? or August 28? Why does it have to be on February 14? Why does it have to be on my birthday? lol. Kidding. February 14 isn't my birthday. That would be more fucking painful if ever. Condolences to all the single ladies who would be celebrating their birthdays on February 14, on Valentine's day. I wish them all the best. I've been eating too much lately. It would just seem that I couldn't help myself. I don't want to look bloated again. No. I won't let that happen. I wonder when this free writng would stop. And also, how it would stop. Will I be able to stop? Right now, I'm starving to death. I didn't eat dinner last night, and I haven't eaten my breakfast yet. I can hear my stomach growling and still I can't seem to stop myself from typing. I'm hungry. I'm extremely hungry. I miss him. I don't really want to get all that cheesy and mushy and shit. But that's simply how I'm feeling right now. What's worse is, I don't think I even have the right to miss him in the first place, or still to think about him. Though thinking about him has grown to be something inevitable for me to do, I know that I'm not in the position to do so. I mean, who am I? Who is he? What exactly do I have of him? Nothing really, I suppose.
1/25/2009 08:02:00 AM
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