“To get started, let’s loosen up. Let’s unlock the mind. Today, take twenty minutes to free write. And don’t think about what you’ll write. Just write.”
Okay. Now playing. Up Dharma Down playing on the radio (spotify). Indak… I wonder what’s the exact translation of this word in English. I’m typing really slow now… I’ll publish this after some word counts. I’m sorry if I’m erasing the wrong spellings… this is really what’s going on in my mind stream… that sounds like a river. Marikina River? Oh, I hope it’s not overflowing. They cancelled classes because of typhoon Luis but not here in MAPAC. Actually, I only have one class on Introduction to New Testament and I’m gone here to the computer room. There are some mosquitoes and I’m not opening the air conditioning since it’s just a waste of electricity for me to use it and I’m the only one in the room. Isn’t it tempting to do… what? Never mind. Bad thought. I accidentally written for the blogging101 prompt when I realized that I’m going to reintroduce myself again there. Ohh… Nice sound. Turn it Well next on the background. I just passed my late assignment through e-mail and it’s about professional education. Yes, I’m studying again and I have a lot of subjects not related to education but for formation. I am taking up a three-unit credit subject on Curriculum Development. I hope that prepares me for LET (Licensure Examination for Teachers if I’m not mistaken). I’m not a native English speaker but I’m forced or rather primed to write in English because I’m trained to do so. Colonial mentality? I hope not. I think I read a lot of Filipino books recently that I purchased some local books published by Visprint and bought Blink by Malcolm Gladwell just to read it again. It’s not my money but Library Committee’s money. The thing here is that I’m the one choosing the books. I saw Paulo Coelho books but I’m not buying it since I’m not interested with any books he’s going to write in the future. I read his latest book and the book By the River of Piedra, I sat down and wept… I though, “.bad writing.” So the same with what I’m doing now. Bad writing. Free-writing. Unedited. Uncensored. I should not have said what I have written but I’ve written it anyway. That’s what in my mind. Music changed to Good to Me by Audrey Assad. A very nice musician from USA. Listen to it… I mean to the song. Now I’m scrolling and (no, I just scrolled and selected what I have written and I don’t know why I enclosed this in parenthesis) just read what I’ve written in the parenthesis. You see, I’m redundant when I don’t edit because this is how I really think and write and… whatever. My expressions now are foreign and it’s as if I don’t know who’s this man who’s writing now. Goodness. Grammar. Grammar. Okay, do I stop now? I’ll finish the music. It’s very nice. When I say very nice, native English speakers might misunderstood me. You know, I have an accent… Filipino accent because that’s me. I’ve been watching British television shows such as Sherlock and Doctor Who just to be familiar with the British accent. We have Australians and New Zealanders (is that right?) here. I remember someone told me, classes are cancelled but not in Australia. Huh? Australia in Marikina? Goodness. Really, Ms. Audrey. Good to me? I don’t know. It’s already 12:10pm now in here. Spotify advertisement. I’m listening to a 90kbs quality of audio and I don’t care since it’s fast and free. I have a good earphone so no problem with that. I have a desktop computer (actually, it’s not mine). Okay, let me write for two more minutes. I feel like Pablo Picasso painting for the audience in a trial and error method. Up Dharma Down again in my chosen songs in the playlist, name is Night Time Music. I did not change the song choices. Okay. One more minute. I type slow now. My feeling now? I’m not a feeling type. I don’t know. Maybe because of Western influence. Machismo? Okay I’m done.
“And for your first twist? Publish this stream-of-consciousness post on your blog.”
How did it go?
[Suggested by Writing 101 Prompt: Unlock the Mind]
Br. Allen 