3:17 a.m.

BALIW
ni E.Therese Gorecho
(yah know. like. J.Dennis Teodosio? haha)


jika!! look oh!
it look exactly like my story! hahaha.
only. white walls, and the guy should be sitting down. HAHA

grabeh oh, i can't believe that it's almost 3 am and i'm still not sleepy and still working on my script. the script for writer's block was due 3 hours ago or something, i'm still not done with it... i'm working on scene 4. out of. 8 scenes. hey i'm halfway! :)

but it's just a bad sign that cramming makes me more productive. well maybe it it applicable when i'm making a paper, but it should never be applicable when i'm studying. booohooo. i should not cram this semester. i must change my lifestyle. no to cramming. please. no to splurge.

but i feel good honestly. about writing again. haha. for so long i've been wanting to write something morbid, something dark, something eerie, something uncomfortable. and maybe this is the script i've been wanting to write for so long. when i write, i try to see how it's going to happen on stage, which is why i'm having problems with putting so much stage directions in the script itself. i'm afraid that if i don't give out enough details, the future director of my play (if ever it will be staged, perhaps in a million years) will not be able to give justice to it. i'm just not that trustful. haha. because THIS IS MY WORK! and i guess as a newbie playwright, i have every reason to OWN IT LIKE IT'S MY BABY. huhuh. and trusting others with it is just not easy. :)

and i'm also having problems with. my story. i like it the way it is. but because i'm a cheery, perky, outrageous, wants-something-different kind of person, i want to read fun stories, funny plays, light movies, chick flicks and the like. and writing this isn't really easy for someone who's like that. :( as i write the script, i continue to bore myself, thinking that the play will not have background music because i want silence to be the melody of the play, or that i want each word that the guy says in the play the climax of every scene. it's all words. and i'm not that kind of person. (see, i don't really read. because a cornucopia (!!) of words is just. not. my thing. yah know. haha) but my play is. it's just words and words and words, with a rhythm and melody of its own (i hope). and i hope that the people see this too. (and thus i realize how writers must have felt when people give their own interpretations of their work. but. maybe i'm just like this because i'm new at this and i want the interpretation of my work, to be just as how i want it to be. HAHA) sigh. words.

i can do this. :)
sleep na timee. sleep na. :)