Note to new readers: This post is part of my 30 Days of Writing Practice. I am allowing blocks of 10, 20 or 30 minutes of my day solely to putting my swirling thoughts on paper. No going back to edit which will only serve to stop the stream of consciousness. My writing buddy Kat and I, we call it writing from the heart. Please read my introduction for the full story.
The past three days have been characterised with frenzied writing. So allow me to slow down a bit. Friday is my workout recovery day. Real muscles need time to heal. Likewise, my writing muscle also deserves a break. An easy writing day. Let us see where Day Ten will take me.
I’ll call it Friday Whimsies.
It’s almost 5pm and the working week draws to another close. I look out of my work window, it’s getting darker outside. It looks very gloomy and sad. I feel…melancholic. That’s how I feel (I think). And I draw a blank as to why. My head is heavy. And my heart too I think. I have not slept for more than 5 hours in the past three weeks. Something wakes me up at 3am. Every day. And I cannot go back to bed. I am highly strung. I am emotionally drained. It’s a roller coaster ride. This writing marathon. My writing buddy, Kat and I have been at each other’s guts for 30 days now. Goodness me. One month. That’s the longest marathon I’ve heard of. Come to think of it, I haven’t heard anyone write for so many consecutive days to one person. But it’s good. I love it. I know I do, there’s no denying it. Passion (that word again). No one can write this long and not be passionate about writing.
My cup of hot water is now tepid. I didn’t put any teabag because I don’t like the after taste of tea. It’s a bit too rancid in the mouth. An airplane shots across the evening sky outside the window. Japan. I need to start looking for flights to Tokyo. Ariel is very keen to visit Japan this year. That husband of mine lives for holidays, I tell you. He gets all worked up and excited, and I get all stressed arranging a hassle free holiday. The last time we went away was in December for a 5 week holiday to the Philippines. We haven’t been back for 6 years, so it was about time. It had been so long that I was adamant to visit my hometown in Surigao. It became a mad rush from one city to another. Manila, Bohol, Cebu, Boracay, Surigao, Clark, Zambales and back to Makati. But nobody got sick and we all loved it. I had conveniently forgotten that indeed It’s really more fun in the Philippines. Cheaper, friendlier and the shopping is still unbelievable. I bought 6 pairs of Levis jeans. It wasn’t really all that cheaper compared to prices here. I think I just got carried away. Clothes. Clothes are way cheaper there. I actually want to go back to the Philippines for the sole purpose of shopping. Just me. No, I take that back. I want to go with my clostest friend, let’s call her Meredith. (Because she is the Meredith to my Cristina). She would love that. We have been talking about it for years. No kids, no husbands, just a girlie shopping getaway. We will stay in a Makati hotel for maybe 5 days, not seeing anyone, neither friends nor family. (Well maybe she has to see family but I don’t have to. My family are not in Manila anyway) We will just relax in Shangri-la and shop til we drop. Go restaurant hopping. Get silly. Eating. Yes definitely I must go back real soon before I forget what it’s like, again!
My mind drifts back to Wruddy (short for writing buddyship with Kat). There must be a lesson here somewhere. There always is.
I realise that I am in a relationship that is unique. A mind-connection that enhanced my senses, woke me up, made me feel so alive. And brought out the best in my writing to boot. It has challenged me to push myself and get out of my comfort zone. It’s bewitching and bewildering at the same time. I am bewildered because I am bewitched! I decide that that’s a good thing. I learned that it is possible to “connect” with another human being without touching and seeing. Words. That’s all we have in physical terms. Yet the rapport is so strong. I also learned that precisely due to distance and the lack of personal contact gave us freedom. Freedom to examine all the nook and cranny of ourselves. Freedom to express with no judgement. Ah that’s what it is. I always fear judgement from my readers. But with Wruddy, I’ve found my “wailing wall”. And that is why it is bewitching.
It’s been ten days of entertainment. Let’s shift gears and call today Feedback Friday. Your comment below is worth a hundred hugs and kisses to me. What is your favourite day so far? Do let me know and give me some adrenaline shots (read: compliments).
Don’t be shy, scroll all the way down, and do leave a reply.
Always from my heart,
ChaR-g
It’s Norah Jones. “You’ve Ruined Me Now”
Chiqui Pineda-Azimi says
All. My fave is all in all. My name is Wruddy and I’m passionate about writing.(and w/my pokski)
Norberto says
you know the trend in pinas kahit noon pa was everyone was calling each other “Ate” or “Kuya” that was a shock to me, even older people was saying it that way. Im sure you’ve noticed that din.
It worries me about your 3AM wake up.. hope you don’t get too stressed. Thanks for inspiring us to keep the workout, yup I do get lazy at times thus sometimes I need the those internet buddies to get some motivation. Gotta gain those mojo’s back 😉
Freida Medel says
Yey!!!! Sana Ako ksama mo sa shopping ang restaurant hopping- til we drop…SAYA!!!
Freida medel says
*shopping and rstaurant hopping…
Freida medel says
Pero I’m sure Ako yan!