Dead Brain Talking

Someone once told me that a person should write from the heart — because there lies the most wonderful story waiting to be written.

AHAHAHAHA. Can you believe how cheesy that person is? I want to shoot myself in the head  after hearing that. But seriously, how do you write from the heart. I mean DUH. I know that it shouldn’t be taken literally.

But I really I need to finish some writing assignment but I’m seriously swamped and the juices are clogged somewhere in my medula.  When I open MS World and see that blinking cursor, I feel like it’s taunting me. 

WALA. WALA. WALA. PANIS KA! WALA KA NAMANG MASULAT. CLICK THE X BUTTON, YOU WHORE!

The reason why I need to finish that assignment is that I am in dire need of cash. As they say, desperate times calls for desperate measures. And so far, writing is something I know I can do. I’m not actually brilliant or good at the very least but the operative word here is DESPERATION, whereas, in this day and age there’s this thing called KAPAL MUKS.  All you need to do is swallow the bitter pills called KAHIHIYAN and PRIDE and you’re all set.  Going for broke is the way to go. It’s time to put the barely-there self-confidence on the line.

Also a shot of tequila or rum may help. 

My mind is just so cluttered right now that I find it hard to concentrate on one single task. It’s so noisy here, the other voices inside my head competing for attention.  So many things to accomplish at the soonest possible time. My hands are tied. I want my MOMMY & DADDY!

Okay, the cursor is seriously give me the L finger. Must get on to then. Deadline is October 5. 

I’m counting on my pessimism that I will make it.