There was class today.
We had a break.
I went for coffee.
Bought from The Deck.
I returned to AS7.
I saw a bird.
It was a mynah.
It looked so forlorn.
Standing at the door.
(Made of solid glass.)
It accidentally flew in.
But had no egress.
I thought I’d help.
I opened the door.
I turned to look.
At the damn bird.
It had skittered away.
The door swung shut.
It hit my coffee.
Which spilled on me.
My nice t-shirt, specifically.
I was pretty horrified.
But steeled my resolve.
I opened the door.
And left it ajar.
I walked one round.
To shoo the bird.
Out the damn door.
Mynah got the message.
It flapped away hurriedly.
Into sweet spring’s freedom.
I stood there staring.
At the coffee stain.
Then at the bird.
I smiled to myself.
(Secretly; no one saw.
They’d think me mad.
If they don’t already.)
Said under my breath.
To the departing mynah.
“Max Perry, go free.”
Tag - life
…I think I have learnt the following from the play readings:
 1. Art, or the arts, is not as easy as many people think it is.
Just watching these people really work the lines during rehearsals and mould the voices of the characters from the texts so that they could get into them was really amazing, impressed me beyond compare. But most importantly, it only reiterated to me how far I have to go with any art of mine. |
 2. Life, and friendship, is very transient.
It was a good four months hanging out, laughing and learning along with these people, but in another four months, I wonder how many of us will still be in contact, for reasons other than professional ones. Call me cynical (for those of you who stalk my blog) but I think I am being realistic. |
 3. You can’t polish shit.
Adrian Pang said this at the end of the night when we were all at some Vietnamese restaurant at The Arts House, in reference to the quality of our scripts. Not that our scripts were shite – they weren’t Broadway material, definitely, but he and the other practitioners agreed that the voices for each character (in all our scripts) were quite distinct, so the practitioners had an easier time doing what they did. As compared to other crappier scripts from plays past, of course, where even the best practitioner cannot do anything about it, hence the quote. I hope he wasn’t being polite (lol), and he really meant it, but I think what matters most is that it applies to many situations in life as well – if you’re in a pile of shit, sometimes it doesn’t matter if you try and polish it up, cos it’s still gonna be shit, anyways. |
Whatever the case, a very big thank you to the people who came down to watch/listen/support. I hope you had fun 🙂
I had a mini-epiphany last night before I fell asleep.
Each relationship you are in, regardless of whether it is platonic or non-platonic, entails a constant negotiation.
Because there is no one person with whom you can truly agree on with everything.
So, assuming attraction/like/desire (platonic or non-platonic) is equal for all parties whom you have or intend to have a relationship with, what it all boils down to is:
- How much you are willing to negotiate or invest in negotiations with said parties.
And since negotiations eventually involve some kind of middle ground, where both parties strive to attain a balance between what each party wants/needs, then what makes the relationship efficient is when…
- How many compromises have to be made, with the goal being to have as few as possible.Which means that from the outset, both parties have to agree on as many things as possible.
I think I need to start compiling some kind of guide book to help me along the way in life.