First signs

Perfect music for drinking

^Well, at least that's what I thought when I heard it for the first time.

One thing I love about this year is that every day is so eventful,
Every weekend so filled with different occurrences and emotions,
Every step a slight scoff at yourself that slowly turns into a grin,
That you really can't complain about the exhaustion that creeps in ever so quickly,
Not really.

That first sip of beer was just as horrendous tasting as the time when dad had me try it,
And so is the disappointment at something so raved about turn out to be so... bad.

Wine or apple cider is much better imo
I honestly don't know why I'd expected someone's company to magically change the taste of the drink, but that's me for you I suppose.
I'd ended up not drinking after all;
Still, the company was pretty cool
And as we sat on the rooftop at VivoCity, overlooking the dark buildings and mass of lights,
Top ten hits playing in the background,
Couples making out in corners,
This new friend and I conversing,

I thought about how a younger version of me would have looked on,
Envious, noting every detail,
romanticising the breeze that seemed to blow hair in the right direction,
The occasional chuckle and the fluctuations in tone and speech,
Legs stretched out without a care in the world,
Chin angled, towards the night sky
Where lone stars could sometimes be seen when the moon wasn't clouded over,
And how she wished for a night like that too: A little ambience in the mundane, a little connection with someone she happened to know, a little sweet getaway on a Saturday night.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=chTFo23ZM-Y

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I passed my chem test for the first time since JC happened;
(Trust me, I'm a great deal less calm than I appear to sound-
It's more of a ADFHGHDBVDHC than a 'I casually passed',
But I am really relieved by this.

It is, after all,
The first sign of improvement,
The first little victory in a long while.

But I don't wanna be counting my chickens before they hatch,
So let's just focus on the fact that mistakes were what kept me from getting an actual B, shall we?   It could have been so much better.

I'm still failing math and bio though,
But things gotta be taken one step at a time or else it'll always seem so impossible.

Then there is GP,
And the very first B that I've gotten for the essay.
I know what this sounds like,
But it ain't that easy, alright?

It shows progress, however slight.

And this is possible after all-
It is possible,
The exhaustion is worth it.


I'll make it,
I'll make it.




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The Pillowman's the last play that the cca will get to watch-
Well, together, and for free anyway.

Personally it'd been too disturbing for me,
And aside from that it'd been too explicit (not just the violence or language) in the sense that I prefer it when revelations are done subtly, and through subtexts, but they'd had done both the method of implying truths, and of articulating it straight out right after, and for several times at that.
Parodies had nothing about it that was left unsaid
That took the complexity away for me;
And the fact that one point was made via too many repeated metaphors made it lesser of a play than I'd built my expectations up to be.
I too like to think of it as my lack of depth in thought that causes me to think this,
But several gory details and plot lines lacked meaning for me, and it all seemed to rely on shock factor.

Unlike the others, I didn't mind that it was a writer's play- draggy or not, I'd liked it. Still, the (spoilerrrrrrrr)

Gunshot at the very end had me freaked out;
And I found myself crying from mere shock the way a five year-old would at a  jump scare.
Then the trembling came,
And the embarrassment and teasing that followed, relentless but filled with casual humour.

I'd given this little yelp, after all.
Whatever happened to audience etiquette, right?

Oh god, stop it. >~<



But it does make you think about real life shootings,
And

I shiver to think of anyone who has to go through that.
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