YAY! Daily goals were unlocked today! If I were a Sims character, I could be having some gold right now. Or a date.
Anyhow, to assure continuous entertainment of my muses, I decided to do a writing challenge which I’ve done some years ago. It’s a 10-day writing challenge which has a prompt and sentence-count limit each day. I remember following this rigorously, completing the 10 challenges in 10 days. Although I skipped Day 5 because I haven’t watched “It’s a Wonderful Life” back then.
This is the list of the challenge:
Day One: Write ten lines of dialogue between two characters who had drunken sex/conversation/activities last night and are not talking about it. Ever.
Day Two: Write a scene in four sentences in which two characters bond over something that would seem trivial to a passerby.
Day Three: Write seven sentences from the perspective of a passerby witnessing Day Two’s scene.
Day Four: Write a character’s reaction to someone’s love confession in one sentence.
Day Five: Write a scene in eight sentences in which someone’s going through his/her version of “It’s a Wonderful Life.”
Day Six: Write a scene in six sentences in which a character is searching for someone in the last moments of the end of the world.
Day Seven: Write a breakup scene in three sentences without giving the reason for it or using dialogue.
Day Eight: Write two characters’ second kiss in two sentences.
Day Nine: Ask flist for prompts. Write one sentence each for the first five prompts you receive.
Day Ten: Use these lyrics as a prompt: “There’s only now/There’s only here/Give in to love/Or live in fear” (“Another Day” from RENT) and write a story in nine sentences.
It’s one of the most enjoyable challenges I’ve encountered for writing. The limit also challenged brevity. But because I have a natural knack for run-on sentences (sahsarreeh), I get away with it. Unless someone corrects me, I’m still within the requirement!
Anyhow, I finished this challenge in three or four days. The muses were very generous in motivating me. Moreover, this time, I mainly used MayWard as my characters whereas before, the super bonus challenge of it was to use different pairing for each day. Nonetheless, both approach to the challenges was rewarding.
I’m not sure how much longer the muses would be in town, so I’m really maximizing my free time in producing as much work as I can. Somehow I’m getting attached to publishing my works and having people react to it, so I have to redirect myself again with thoughts of writing for myself primarily before others. Being satisfied with my own work comes first before thinking of what others think of it.
HUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM *insert temple sounds*
Yeeeeeeah, I should probably visit the temple again these days.
On another note, finally had the chance to watch “Die Beautiful”. It was one of the most raved films from the previous Metro Manila Film Festival.
Thank heavens they decided to actually include films of substance in this festival finally. It’s about time the Filipino people are offered variety.
No, erase that.
It’s about time Filipino movies with substance are forced down the “masa”‘s throat because the variety, the choices had always been there, but a lot still choose the light and flighty kind of films that has limited take-away. We can always be both entertained and informed at the same time.
I have limited words to explain how amazing this movie is for me, so I’ll just do some highlights and impressions.
I’m always going to be floored by how witty, sharp-tongued, and frank gays are towards each other and still be really good friends who help each other out through thick and thin in the end. Yes, this is a requirement for strong friendships, but straight males and females like to use their sensitivities to their advantage, backed-up by social norms and gender identities.
I was thinking that gays, sometimes identified as the a “third gender” are the social outcasts, the new, progressive neighbors who decided to settle in an old, traditional town. Being outcasts, they don’t have anyone else but each other to seek help and comfort with. I haven’t done enough research as to why some gays feel the need to be over-the-top with the way they dress, their make-up, their walk, and they even have “gay-linggo” now. Being able to invent your own language is solid ground for establishing identity, and the gays have it! I guess, this kind of image is empowerment for them, so they stick together and look out for each other with, fantasies and realities and all.
Anyhow, this is the kind of relationship Trisha and Barbs had.
Trisha is the friend that has her head up in the clouds, always dreaming of being a gay queen and transforming completely into a woman.
She defied family just to give herself the freedom to be Trisha instead of Patrick. Her idea of a job is joining beauty contests because it feeds both her stomach and ego. She worked hard to save enough money for implants and surgeries to make herself more womanly. In pageants, her focus is on delivering a great impression through costumes, poise, confidence, and gimmick, but not enough on the question and answer. This gave me the impression that Trisha, in her stubbornness to head on with her dream, she did not give herself enough time to answer the questions that linger in her day-to-day dilemmas. It seemed like the grandeur and dazzle of the stage, the colors of make-up and costumes were enough for her to ignore the dull realities of life. That in every person she’s able to copy through make-up, she is facing life with a different face and confidence.
Nonetheless, there is a saying in Filipino that goes, Ang may tiyaga, may nilaga. And perseverance Trisha had. In the end, before her life ended, she was able to bag the Miss Gay Universe title, deliver the only Q&A speech she memorized, and exit the world of the living dolled-up like she wanted.
Despite Trisha as the main character, I was in love with the character of Barbs from the beginning. She is the loyal, i’ll-put-you-down-in-place-if-I-have-to-bitch-because-you’re-getting-stupid kind of friend. She is confident, but not boisterous. Between the two of them, Barbs is more grounded than her BFF. At a young age, she had used her make-up skills to earn extra in weddings and events and eventually helped Trisha to do the same when she was kicked out of their house. She joined beauty contests for the fun of it, but eventually confessed to Trisha that she just wanted to lay low and was only joining to support her friend when they got a bit older. For Barbs, being a woman and a beauty queen was not an obsession or a dream, but merely a possibility. She was there for the fun, the money, and the experience, not the title. Or at least that’s the impression I had of her from the movie. Unlike Trisha who once confronted another gay because of her cheating “husband”, Barbs was the one who acted the threats that Thresia only barked. She didn’t mind getting hurt for her friend, nor sacrifice getting her face scratched. The face is a very important asset to protect in beauty pageants, obviously.
One of the best Barbs moment for me was when she and Trisha were talking about how they want to look like in their funerals. Thresia wanted the 7-day fabulous make-over revolution type of funeral (which was one of the catch of the films since Paolo Ballesteros did this in real life), but Barbs said she wants to be in the usual barong. While Thresia laughed at this and found it absurd, Barbs said that it was enough that she played with her mind, heart, and body while alive, but when her time is over, she’ll give back to God what he gave originally. This confession had me a bit chocked up, for some reason.
And I can relate to Barbs on so many levels as the head of the funeral for Trisha. Being gone through the same ordeal of making decisions for a dead loved, greeting guests, staying up, and mourning at the same time, it’s a physically, mentally, and emotionally draining time. When all you want is to curl up like a ball and go through the process of feeling pain and letting go, you just don’t have the time. Barbs was always beside Trisha from when she was alive, until her death. Barbs’ loneliness was only apparent when she was alone looking and talking at the dead Thresia, her mind going back and fort the memories they had together while doing her friend’s make up and fulfilling a promise. In those moments when Barbs would fall silent and smile a bit, my heart broke.
I hope they would have a Barbs special or some sort. She deserves it!
It’s one of those movies that seem to have a happy ending, but if left me with a heavy, still hurting heart. How I wish Trisha was able to live a bit longer to relish the dream she was finally able to achieve, to see her grandchild, and probably, to finally find love. But then life is sometimes not like that, and we continue living just like that.