I'm listening to my brother's Big Bad Voodoo Daddy mp3s and they're very ... va-va-voom. It reminds me of the time I had this long argument with Camille where I was insisting that it was called The Rolling Twenties, despite her repeated and almost manic attempts at correcting me. "Roaring kaya!! Ano yon, rolling?" and she would pretend to be a bowling ball and try to roll within the vicinity of her desk.
I stand corrected.
The first day of the travelwriting workshop was pretty good, despite the fact that Camille, Martin, and I are the youngest (by far) in the group. On Saturday, we are going to take a guided tour of Intramuros which should be interesting. I've been to Intramuros numerous times and I can't help thinking that it's too cliche a place to write about but then again, who the hell do I think I am? I'm sure I'll be proven wrong.
For the first meeting, the teacher made us watch a scene from Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (where the fellowship reaches Lothlorien) and told us to recapture it as a witness would. I find it very difficult to write under pressure and on-the-spot. I'm just too restless and jittery to focus. As a result, I produced 120 words that looked like they came out of a very bad romance novel. I'm so embarrassed. I have a feeling the teacher will take one look and go, "Cocky bitch, this one. Having the nerve to sign up for an advanced travel writing workshop. Tsk tsk."
Plus my classmates have been to such beautiful (I'm guessing) places like Cambodia, Bhutan, Africa, Laos, etc. The first assignment is to write about the last tour I've been on and lord knows Hearst Castle and the San Diego Zoo aren't what the teacher had in mind. I also have to write about my house which doesn't have much to "say," if you know what I mean. Maybe I can spice it up, though. That is the real test, after all. To make an ordinary place sound like the most captivating place on earth.
In that case, I will have people fighting to go to my room - the happiest place on earth with the broken closet handles and swollen door.
I stand corrected.
The first day of the travelwriting workshop was pretty good, despite the fact that Camille, Martin, and I are the youngest (by far) in the group. On Saturday, we are going to take a guided tour of Intramuros which should be interesting. I've been to Intramuros numerous times and I can't help thinking that it's too cliche a place to write about but then again, who the hell do I think I am? I'm sure I'll be proven wrong.
For the first meeting, the teacher made us watch a scene from Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (where the fellowship reaches Lothlorien) and told us to recapture it as a witness would. I find it very difficult to write under pressure and on-the-spot. I'm just too restless and jittery to focus. As a result, I produced 120 words that looked like they came out of a very bad romance novel. I'm so embarrassed. I have a feeling the teacher will take one look and go, "Cocky bitch, this one. Having the nerve to sign up for an advanced travel writing workshop. Tsk tsk."
Plus my classmates have been to such beautiful (I'm guessing) places like Cambodia, Bhutan, Africa, Laos, etc. The first assignment is to write about the last tour I've been on and lord knows Hearst Castle and the San Diego Zoo aren't what the teacher had in mind. I also have to write about my house which doesn't have much to "say," if you know what I mean. Maybe I can spice it up, though. That is the real test, after all. To make an ordinary place sound like the most captivating place on earth.
In that case, I will have people fighting to go to my room - the happiest place on earth with the broken closet handles and swollen door.
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