Friday, May 2, 2008

Finally learning

forgive me for not writing in here for what really seems for ever! but i've gotten caught up in rediscovering the wonderful world of acting. i'm taking a workshop with bindlestiff and i'm learning and rediscovering a lot of the the things i've learned from acting classes at Sac State and a lot that I've learned just from being on stage in general. this is gonna be a short entry, because i needed to get this story out of the way. so last night in class, we were broken up into 2 groups. one as the audience, the other as a group of liars. as part of the group of liars, there is one of us who's telling the truth and the audience was to guess who's real story it was. i was lucky enough to convince the others of my story of tripping over a step at a hotel in Baguio.

story: on vacation to the philippines, i went with my cousins and their friends to Baguio. The whole trip, they made fun of me because I wasn't married yet, especially my cousin Dayo. Anyways, he was trying to hook me up with the front desk girl at the hotel that we were staying at. The next day when we were going to check out Mine's View, as we were going down some steps at the hotel he saw the girl at the front desk and started teasing me again, until he tripped over a step. I hecka laughed at him because that was hella Karma. And as I'm laughing at him, I tripped over the same step. I looked up and saw the cutey at the front-desk laugh at me too. Hella moded. I never got her name either.

so i lied! that's good right? no. the instructor, allan manalo, knew that i was making it up because as he put it, my story was too cute. he knew that i'm a playwright and that my story was wrapped up too well with a beginning, middle, and end. daymn him! daymn me for thinking up this story on the spot. at one point, i was happy that my acting skills convinced a whole group of SIX people to believe my story, but at the same time, i was in a way, more happy to know that a person recognizes that i'm a storyteller. that i knew the structure of a story and as a writer was recognized as such. that was cool! i didn't convince him, but i thought i told a good believable story.