In an effort to be productive at a time when it's tempting to do nothing, I have signed up to various courses conducted virtually. One of these classes was a Monologue Masterclass by my acting school back in Singapore, the Haque Centre of Acting and Creativity (HCAC). The obvious advantage of being able to attend lessons online is that I don't even need to be in the same timezone as the class. Thank you, technology! So on five of my early Monday mornings, I have started the day with a 2-hr session with my HCAC class.
This particular masterclass includes writing and performing our own monologue. While I felt like I shot myself on the foot by writing something that was personal and an emotionally heavy topic for me, I had a very cathartic experience of writing this piece and performing it for the first time in one of our feedback sessions.
I have pasted the entire first draft below.
Currently, this has been edited and transformed into a more coherent piece. I'm choosing to share the first version here for its rawness, and also because I want my blog to have more entries that are very important to me.
