#and arabic (which only one of us uses but. it's just as important yk)

[taraxacum-vulpes]

actually it's so dumb that this phone only supports having four keyboards in rotation at a time

[iamunabletothinkofablogname]

Oo maybe 6? For the ask game :O :D

i treid sleeping i swear- anyways--

Uh this triggered something long, SHIT , you don't have to read it lol sorry QWQ MY DREAMS ARE MOVIES ATP AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA alr well it was a little weird but bassically: me and my fam [even my dad for some reason but not my lil'est sis] were in a barn, and there were a lot of people there also sick, my dad was really sick [to the point where he was laying down, unable to open his eyes], the most sick. He was on one of the hays in the corner, the only one without doctors around him for some reason I was at the entrance of the barn area so I walked forward a bit and I saw a pig/white dog [can't remember], and I walked up to it cause why not. There were 2 men also next to the animal, 1 of them was js there so i dont remember him well, but the other one looked like litterally straight out of the 1890's, he had a tophat and a walking stick for some reason lol. I looked at the animal and made some kind of remark [i forgor, sorry, my memory is shit and i'm writing this at night, probably will continue in the morning], the man laughed and [im going to translate it but it might not make sense, since it was in arabic, which is something i rarely dream in?] said "remember that people and animals are the same [/neg, as in, animalistic], don't view them any different". I just nodded and then walked away, exploring the rest of the place. [although i believed the info] It was mainly just me like looking at the sick peeps and i saw the pig/dog running/jumping around from area to area, also looking at the sick people, pretty quickly, but they still never went to my dads area. [idk why but that was an important detail in the dream lol]. So after i finish inspecting and stuff, my mum tells me we need to go somewhere and we needed to go get stuff [she wasn't specific, and again, it makes more sense in arabic]. So we go, leaving the middle sibling as she became sick and a little tired as well, and the dream then skips to when me and my mum come back, my mum is holding a plastic bag filled with stuff i didnt know and im js holding chocolate [granted, i ate chocolate before bed so that may have affected it lol], but when we came back the place was mostly empty, only my dad in the corner [it was very far away and barely noticable but he was there, it was a really big place, more than 100m fs], and my sister in the middle-ish front of the place, next to a doctor in the barn and yk the docters stand in hospitals that they wheel around? with a screen? yeah she was next to that. My mum was mad at the doctor cause she was like 'oh as soon as we left, she got sick, it's the doctors fault, blah blah blah', and she started being angry at the doctor. After hearing my mum yap for a bit i js went up to my sister and she was very tired and she looked very sick, i bassically chilled with her, and we were talking as i ate my choc bar. I thought she was going to die in the dream but at the end she didn't, so yippee! Then another time skip happened and we were now all sitting at the side area of the barn and sitting on hay [btw i've never actually lived in a barn? or been to one that looked like that lol], and the doctors came up to us and were like "Oh yeah your husband [they were talking to my mum], died". and my mum deadass turned away from him and then the vibe suddenly was off [anxiety, it got like a scarier feeling for some reason], and she said "But his soul is still alive". I looked at her, then at his place, where his body was still there, but the body was dead, and a bad vibe hit me [idk how else to explain feelings help] and i said "His body is dead but his soul is still alive, he's alive" And then the dream fucking ended MY DAD ISN'T DEAD AS FAR AS I KNOW???

[fizzywashere87]

It Was Fun While it Lasted Pt.2

notes: telhas teez. Warnings!: Breakups, crying, physical pain, angst. Also this isn't an x reader

Pt.1 | M.List

A few days after Valentines day, she gets a text from her friend (MS). Her and (MS) don't text a whole lot, so it was probably something important.

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(MS): @^@ - (Her): heyy wsp? - (MS): yk @D@(\/) E1$@^3D likes u. - (Her): uhm tf i barely talk to him? (Her): how do yk? - (MS): everyone is saying bro - (Her): oh damn _

(MS): ik (MS): @^@ u can't like him - (Her): why? - (MS): he's weird (MS): we used to like each other a while ago - (Her): OMG FR?? - (MS): ya (MS): i'm not telling u not to like him bc i used to like him (MS): but once he's done with you he talks sooo much shit - (Her): i won't i promise - (MS): he's ugly and fat i promise (MS): wallah u can do sm better tho (MS): ur so cute - (Her): tyyy <3 i won't like him dw

The conversation went something like that. She doesn't remember exactly, but this was what she took away from the conversation.

It's probably been a few weeks now, she only can remember certain bits and pieces now, but we can skip, for her sake, to when something had actually happened. Something probably slightly worth mentioning.

She's in math class, bored, not listening to anything the teacher was saying. (AS) grabs her attention, causing her to turn her head to look at the boy seated beside her.

"Do you like him?"

She shakes her head 'no' causing him to tut lightly.

"He's a cutie, you should like him."

Finally, after having enough, she still decides to play dumb for a bit until she has more information. Though, it's more than safe to ask one question. "Why do you keep asking me about him?" A small smile that probably meant 'oh shit' came across his face as she asked him. Fighting her own smile so she could play dumb until he answered. He just shrugs and she decides to force it out of him. "He likes me, doesn't he?" Another wider smile on his face. Yep. That explains why he added her on Snapchat.

"Bro, why don't you like him?" He asks in a 'come on' type of tone. She didn't have a huge reason for not liking him. He was cute, she wanted to give him a chance. Though she was facing a lot of internal conflict. She's not even allowed to date, would she be willing to break rules for a boy she barely knew?

"I don't even know him," She answered honestly, she's not the type to just like anyone, and her gut feeling was telling her not to do it.

"Then get to know him!!" (AS) replied, all but throwing his hands on the desk.

"Okay, bro." She shrugged turning back to her math book as if she was going to write anything in it, still unsure. Though she really wanted to despite the feeling in her gut, which was against this idea almost entirely. She's made the decision to go against that.

The rest of the day, she had a plan in mind, she was going to smile and wave at him tomorrow. Yeah. She can afford friendly flirting, and if it doesn't go right, she can easily mask it as something else she'll come up with on the spot.

Basketball practice went normally, they ran through drills they were going to go through in the game which was after school tomorrow. The coach wasn't there but that was okay, (AM), the assistant coach was there and would be there for the game the next day. Two hours, and it was 5:30, meaning they could go to the locker rooms, change, and go home. And the team did just that.

She was a bit more excited to go to sleep that night, knowing that the next day would be intriguing. Before she fell asleep, she planned how she was going to execute this, most likely would be in her second hour class because that's the first class she has with him.

The next day, she couldn't wait to get out of first hour, and get right to second hour. As she was let out of her ELA classroom, she went straight to her locker to grab her Arabic binder before making her trip all the way to the hallway her Arabic class was in.

When she arrived in the classroom, she set her stuff down and looked to see his stuff was on his desk and she left the room for the little amount of passing time she had left.

Coming back to the classroom, she started on her bellwork as did everyone else who walked in. Including him. The rest of that time, she was looking for an opportunity to at least make eye contact with him. This wasn't natural honestly. If anyone knew she had planned all this she probably would've left the country.

During their work time on an assignment, her teacher comes up to her, a poster in hand, and asks if she can borrow her chair for a second. Confused, though she has an idea of what she may need it for, she nods and gets up, getting a 'thank you habibti' in thanks.

WAIT!

This is perfect!!!

Her plan!!

He has to be looking right now! She's practically standing in front of his desk!

She quickly builds up the courage to look at him, knowing he's staring right now, she looks at him.

As she looks at him, they lock eyes. He doesn't smile, until she gives him a bright smile and waves at him with her hand by her hip. Her heart speeds up instantly and her face heats up as he smiles and waves back.

She didn't plan for that.

As she goes back to her seat, she focuses on her steps so she doesn't trip on accident. Sitting down, and presuming her work, her mind begins to wander the slightest bit. Why can't she stop smiling? What the hell? There's no way somebody could ever catch feelings that quickly right? God, this is gonna hurt so bad when it's over and I'm gonna be the idiot for letting it happen- But the way he smiled at her- it was more than possible at this point.

The rest of the class, she would occasionally look back at him, a few times he would look at her and give her that same smile causing her to smile again and look away involuntary. She went to her next class a lot happier than she started, excited for fourth hour, where she would see him again. She leaves her third hour and goes to lunch, choosing to stay quiet, once again, about what happened.

If she was being honest, she was slightly in denial about liking him, I mean, she was just being friendly, right? Friendly to a cute boy who definitely likes her. But, he likes her back, she's going to want to date him, people are going to be talking about it, and she's not sure if she wants that yet. Plus, (MS) said he's no good, but maybe he'll be different?

She's in her fourth hour now, 'starting' her bellwork, giving him a few glances though not getting that same eye contact. (That was okay, class had just started). A few minutes pass by, before (AS) speaks up, "You said 'hi' to him?" That prompted the smile on her face, that she quickly wiped off. Damn, he already told his friends, about a smile?

"Yeah?" She answers, playing the 'confused as to why he would be asking card' taking a small glance at him quicker than (AS) could catch.

"Do you like him?"

She did not want to answer that question.

"I don't know." Faking a stroke was probably the better plan.

"Why not bro." (AS) sighs, "You should like him."

She sighed. "I don't know bro." For someone who didn't know, she seemed to know she was going to tell him to come to her basketball game. Real smooth.

The rest of class he didn't really look at her, which was understandable, some of his friends were in that class, (AS) and (AA) were one of those friends. She let class go on, giggling when (MA) said something to get herself sent out in the hallway, giggling when (AS), (HB), and (AA) argued with the teacher over stupid things. Though she was really waiting for after class so she could catch him and follow through with her second genius plan.

After class, she took her time packing her stuff, stalling for him, she took her time because he was talking to the teacher. However when she seen he was finished, finally, she took a small breath, her heart racing, she walked up to him.

"@D@(\/)," She spoke up, causing him to look up at her and smile which pushed one across her own face.

"Yeah?" He answered, waiting to hear what she had to say. This was it, this was it, this was IT! Don't stutter please.

"Are you coming to the game later?" She asked leaving room for herself to read his response, her heart was still racing.

"Maybe," He shrugged, smiling a bit more. She liked how much he smiled, she liked it a lot.

"Come." She let her smile turn into a smirk as he nodded, she had so much fucking rizz!! Let's fucking go!!! We're locked in! She better drop AT LEAST twelve today!

"Alright." He smiled and she grinned and waved at him before walking away. She ran to (YC)'s locker where she was getting her stuff for her fifth hour, and she rapidly tapped her friend on the shoulder,

"I told him to come to my game!!" She hops in place excitedly, smiling as (YC) looked at her in shock.

"For real?! Say wallah." (YC) said, smiling a bit.

"Wallah!!" She grinned excitedly as she hugged (YC) and ran to her own locker to grab her stuff for her fifth hour.

She went to her fifth hour a lot happier than she was before. As she dropped her stuff on her desk and walked out, she seen him in a crowd of boys, and (HZ) and (ME) went up to her,

"You told 31$@^3D to come to your game?" (ME) asked, smiling a bit as her cheeks heated up.

"No," She shrugged contradicting her verbal answer, obviously she did and they knew. Fake a stroke, it probably would work right about now, he obviously told them, dumbass. She made eye contact with him and flashed him a small smile.

Her fifth hour wasn't much better, (HZ) wouldn't keep his mouth shut and now (AB) knew about it, and (MD) tried to force it out of her friend. She decided say she didn't know if she liked him yet. She obviously didn't want to say no, then his friends would tell him that and it would give her a headache, and she didn't exactly want everyone to go around talking about her. If that information got back home, she'd be in a lot of trouble, not for liking another, but for dating at her young age.

Whilst thinking of excuses she could give her mom if this got back home, she couldn't help but think about how her basketball game might go, especially since he would be coming to watch her play.

This is prolly gonna hurt a lot when it's over.

[ididkn0w]

So like basically fuck I’m sorry I just need to tell u I love you again and that I’m craving you I’d love to be under the covers forcing ourselves to be touching every inch of our bodies with the other and my face on ur chest. So basically I left and like I slept the entire entire flight bro there’s nothing to it😭 I did wake up once and it’s bc they were giving food and it was nasty ass fucking scrambled egg. Girl u alr know me I will never eat that fuckin airplane scrambled eggs no hotel fucjing scrambled eggs in the buffet. No. Only Waffle House scrambled CHEESY eggs duh. And obviously they taste better if they come from ur mouth. I miss you. So I ate like two fucking miniature ass mushrooms. Yes Ik u fucking hate mushrooms. And also that like one piece of fucking bread that always comes with it. And then I went back to sleep and then I woke up n we had to get off n I was still so tired so I was grumpy as fuck also bc we had to run to get a ducking visa and then thru ghe passport shit but bro u alr know how the airports are here in like Europe like those big cities. I mean u know, fucking London one is crazy as fuck. Btw I need London recommendations or whatever or smth ud want from there that u miss idk. So then like I was sweating and we got our bag which once again so fucking far away and then we got out and got an Uber and like he was kinda weird bc he stopped at a gas station and made us wait like 5 min like wtf ok. And you also know how it is here they go like 110 on the highway and it’s normal and then we got to the hotel and my mom was like could we pay u and u stay here while we leave our bags bc basically we had a “cruise” tour but it’s rlly just like 20-25 ppl on like a small lil like yacht? Like my boat but two stories kinda type thing nah idk why I compared my boat cus it’s not like huge like no kitchen or shit but it had like a good space like the inside of my boat? But two stories of that. So that was at 6 and we got to like the city at like 5:30 and so he ended up being rlly nice and he took us to the hotel by foot bc we were lost and the receptionist didn’t speak English so he would translate for us and even took the bag with him. And the hotel is like a local one not like a Marriott or smth so that’s why. And so then he took us to the port and we met with my family I think I didn’t mention this to u but yk it’s just me and my mom and it’s more of a work trip and so my grandma and grampa and my uncle and his wife obv like my grandpa owns the company and my mom and my uncle which is her brother are important in it duh. And so yk when we went to Vegas like it was that fair? Like the only reason I went to Vegas and also with my family for this. So they have a competitor in the like industry and they’re from turkey and they invited us to come here and to give us a tour of their factory and like yeah so they’re competition but they like get along like good like neither of them care like it’s silly? Ig to them idk like it’s not like that is what I’m saying. So back to what I was saying we got to the boat thing and before I got on I was starving so I got some like street food and btw I think like Arabic food in all I’d my favorite like that’s why I ate Lebanese yesterday. I took pics of all of this btw bc I rlly want to show u ab my day bc I love you duh ur my best friend. So then I ate that and got on the boat and like I went to sleep😭 it was 2 and a half hours n I was awake for the last half an hour and bro my body hurts so fucking much from yesterday bc I was in heels like even my toes hurt my legs are in so much pain. So we finished and bro these mofos decided to take us walking to the hotel and they were constantly stopping and shit and I was low key mas cus like wtf bro I was just on an 11 hour flight I have my fucking backpack on with my purse my makeup bag my computer and headphones all that shit and like in the same fucking outfit bro I’m tired. Btw I got a cup I didn’t take a pic fuck but I’ll show u tomorrow so yeah we walked like for a good fucking hour to the hotel and yeah that was it I’ll

[chaoticacademics]

Some sad stuff that I've been through, still going through and, hopefully, well get out of ( Important side note : Here on Tumblr is the only place where i get to actually say whatever i want without getting judged, which sucks. Yes. But I'm posting about it in hopes that I'll get to reblog it later and see my progress) :

Trigger warning : Mention of ADHD and anxiety.

- My mental health gets invalidated, because '0ne ShOuLd bE reLiGi0uS foR tHe lOrd T0 givE moRe bL1esSings' . I'm a Christian orthodox, I'm not that religious. But i thoroughly believe that God loves their creation equally. Even if their creation doubted their existence, or never believed in them in the first place. And for me to hear such words show nothing but hypocrisy, because i was always taught as a child that "God loves us equally", "God loves their creation", "God worked hard on you, bec they love you", etc,,, but to see it used as a reason to invalidate the fact that i can't handle one's shithole of a lifestyle that I'll probably be stuck in due to my position in life rn, which is literally ruining my mental health , it's just not my fault yk. I probs have ADHD ( i don't mean to self diagnose and I'm sorry if it seems like it) and /or anxiety, and my Arab of a household believes it's normal stress And/or just 'normal overthinking'. And that my lack of attention is because of how much i use my phone. And just ughhh.

- I'm a Demisexual (aka i can't get sexually attracted to anyone unless if I'm romantically involved with them), who happens to hate romance and have no label over her sexual orientation( this is also lowkey my first public coming out) . And to tell my father that I'm not going to get married, for him to give me the TALK, meaning him giving my life a meaning through marriage (as if my life doesn't have a meaning on itself) and ending this conversation with "It's the cycle of life anyways. And you'll eventually change your mind", like, big man what if i changed my mind and liked a girl? Or a non binary? Or a gender fluid? What are you going to do? And regardless of how that topic started, he ends it with a bunch of misogyntic trash talk, that he believes in to be "True" and "profound" to what he calls 'Egyptian traditions'. Which is purely disgusting.

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Regardless of how terrible or strange my situation is, I'm putting this out there for me to note down whatever progress i make. God bless your hearts. And sorry for how long this is. And thank you for making it this far.

[moodyf0ody]

Introspection

It’s March! February has been a crazy month, I think so? Or was it the start of March? I don’t even keep track of dates anymore, everyday just passes and I just try my best to get my responsibilities done for the day. Everything that went by has been a blur, but some of the events have been so significant that I can’t help but learn from them. 

1) Reflecting on Class Time I realise how boring my teachers are. Really BMS is so repetitive but I still don’t know how to apply so I really think our teachers should give us more homework, including more essays and case studies. We’re getting so much less than the Science students and it may be that the Social Science teachers think that since their subjects are a little easier to understand, they don’t have to pressure us. Of course we have the option of doing our own work and passing it up to them, but how can we know which are the best questions to attempt, and if they’ll ACTUALLY mark it?! Damn it! 

ESS is such a drag, the presentations in class are better than having her present. But still, it’s a damn Science subject, you’re supposed to explain the concept to us first, not have us speculate about it. How does it make sense that our teacher has to study before she can answer our questions, especially when our questions are PURELY subject matter we don’t understand from the textbook? I also feel like the textbook does not even explain things, it just states them. What even is ESS? Why are my answers so different from the marking scheme. How am I supposed to find the time to practice questions also? How do you apply the damn thing! 

Maths is fine because maths just always makes sense, I think? I’m not practicing enough and I hate that! I guess I’m so swamped with my other activities but I shouldn’t make any excuses. I”m not efficient enough. Nevertheless, my Maths teacher does not inspire me to see the Maths in the world. Bummer! I think that is her job! 

The languages on the other hand have been so so enriching. English has had me thinking about how people should use language to convey important issues to each other. It has me thinking about how powerful language can be if the user of it has something to say. If only there people who were willing to listen and dwell upon the words, too! But of course, since so many people abuse the language and use it to maybe hurt people (NOT constructive criticism), it could be disastrous. However, I wish my English teacher knew more about the world because she doesn’t seem 100% aware on global issues, OR SO SHE SEEMS. I want more from her, more insight, more cultural artifacts that I can refer to. Oh, but I was pleasantly surprised when she brought in the John Barleycorn piece and I took about half an hour just trying to read one paper of it. But I made the correlation that John Barleycorn was not a person but a drink and it turned out to be what the author intended. That was when I started thinking, shit, that’s how it works! Everything is a fucking metaphor, people ARE actually saying EXACTLY what they mean, but NOT EXACTLY at FACE VALUE. It just depends on who’s listening. 

My Malay teacher just has a way of telling us things, she doesn’t need to have tons of knowledge about global issues, but I think she would be elevated onto as Ruth says, ‘unicorn level’ if she did. I love the concepts that she uses, and her energy is infectious! I nearly never fall asleep in Malay class. We started on our Reflective Statements and Written Assignments, and I think it’ll be interesting for me to discover which issues I am inclined towards. So far, it’s the negative issues portrayed by Naguib Mahfouz in Midaq Alley. Midaq Alley is so much fun, it’s so funny, ridicules the Arab society, reaches out to women and just makes me reflect upon the many characters in my own culture. I feel like I am so shielded from the bad in my country, I need to find more holes to peek through. Btw we just got a sneak peek at what we’ll be tested on in Paper 1 and it’s really cool how it works. I can’t wait to do more research on my Malay culture and history to understand why we do what we do and say what we say. Why is it that materialism is so prominent in this culture, and women oppression, and social status, and religion is sometimes used as an excuse, and also how religion can be a saviour? It’s so very exciting! I just came across some twitter accounts of Malaysian designers collecting some of our cultural artifacts, and I feel a certain way when I learn about my roots. But I only see the beautiful parts of it, I haven’t taken the time to really go through the dirt :/ I’m excited to see how my teacher tackles Madame Bovary, so far, I’m not really a fan of it. I like the element of how Emma is so brainwashed by romantic novels though, kinda seems like Flaubert’s mockery towards writers who write to do just that. Hm! 

Econs is the same as business. Sometimes, it’s really interesting but I think my teacher’s VOICE is just so sleepy. I like how she provides us with a lot of materials though (kind of a lot). Some tutorials and calculations, and she mixes things up in class sometimes. We just started learning about GDP and I’m thinking, how the hell do they do it in real life man? Going door to door obtaining all the data, and with all the possible inaccuracies, wow I’m excited to learn more about Econometrics. Intimated as well to be honest with ya. Although I really wish she could make relations to real life situations, like the economic conditions of our country at least you know. I mean I don’t have enough time to do the research and exploring, I have 6 subjects, isn’t she supposed to give it to me? Make use of class time? 

2) MPAC Wow, I don’t even know where to start with this one. We had 3 weeks of prior notice about the MEGAFAIR performance. It wasn’t a normal skit, it had a theme, intended audience, NO fee, and it was a half hour play. Yeap. I had a small team of 20, barely any with experience and no guidance whatsoever from the teachers. But we had this one senior, and input from Ruth’s friends from sekolah seni. 

“If I have seen further, it is by standing on the shoulders of giants”- Sir Isaac Newton 

This is how we managed to come up with our masterpiece, Nasi Lemak Mawar. We had many problems with the storyline and the script. Our first one was entertaining and funny, but we didn’t give it enough thought. We thought that anything that kind of made sense was okay. Then we received some negative reviews, an especially terribly negative review from YK, but it was exactly what we needed. For many days our teachers were telling us, “It’s not - MEGAFAIR. Think about your audience. You’re supposed to be talking about semangat kejihadan usahamanan! We were not getting it, we were overattached to our script and we were uninspired. 

Until, our senior told us, your plot is completely unrealistic, no one will learn anything from it, it’s a plot with a lot of holes. He pointed out the exact scenes and parts of the plot he had a problem with, and we got it. We finally understood. So that night we called him to brainstorm with us, and he was so willing to do it. It was awesome. Ruth’s friend suggested a simple plot, giving the teachers exactly what they wanted. But that’s just it, before this our conflict was between what the teachers wanted and what we had. Which is in other terms, boring shit and some funny ass shit! And on our first night of practice, our story was incredibly boring. INCREDIBLY BORING. I was like, this is not it. This is not gonna work. We’re doomed. 

At the end of that practice, we gathered together and I was not sensing any excitement from the crew. From my experience, I thought that an indicator of an entertaining play would be that the cast are dying to watch their friends’ scenes. And I didn’t see any of that. Everyone looked like they had something to say, and someone mentioned that we bring a new character to life, someone who actually matters. I realised how in a play, your characters should impact the plot, audience or the characters. And that was really missing from our play. We started brainstorming like crazy. I felt so enlightened and happy that other people were giving input. And it was golden input! 

Later that night, I couldn’t imagine myself sleeping, knowing that my story was not at its best. So I forced Ruth and Haleens to stay up with me and build this damn script. So we got the rough idea of things and since Haleena is great at doing things impromptu, and so is Ruth, they decided that we don’t fuss over a script. We see what the actors do. Ruth suggested that we build the character around what Haleena and Syahmi could do as well. And later on, as I developed the script (little by little) I found myself building my lines around my friends’ personalities. 

Practice was lots of fun, and the ideas were flowing. However, it was hard because some of us had homework and other commitments sometimes, people didn’t really speak their minds. Ruth was supposed to be my assistant director but she spend most of her time just clinging to Karam. I hated having to repeat myself when people were not being attentive, and when people came late. But I found that delegating tasks really helped me, because honestly there is a shiit load to do. 

I got the inspiration to show her visions for the business from a movie I watched, The Princess and the Frog and made a little dance to it. I was committed on that, because I knew that would add a lot of value to our play andI was right. My friends were cooperative as well, but I faced some issues with the music. Thank God, from a movie I watched, “Ferris beuller’s day off” I thought of another song, an even more perfect song to play. And it was a great decision because it was so much more upbeat. 

In the end, I had to make a proper play so that the sound and lighting people could follow (I made sure to assign some people here!) and most importantly to get the flow of the play. Otherwise, you would have people talking over each other and lines that are kind of lame coming out. So a script is motherfkg improtant. Also, we found utility hahaha in doing lines without the script and actions in a circle, running lines lah. 

For backstage stuff, Amin and I carefully assigned who would be carrying what in and out, and we made sure we practiced these transitions, also within a time limit. This was the part that the audience laughed at because of how fast my actors did it, and how LOUDLY they did it HAHAHA. It was really funny. This part was super stressful, but the actors were really independent and they were mainly alert, even at 1 am! Also, I told the sound managers exactly what they had to do, and told the actors exactly where their props had to be and where they had to be. This took a lot of time but it was very worth it, because it was very smooth. We took the time to practice with the EVER SO COOPERATIVE sound and lighting crew and we were so relieved that we did. 

Then it was showtime, and everyone came to watch. Even my family members! The audience was roaring and they were so into the play. However, my mum said the dance sequence was too short. But people still loved it so so much! They thought it was adorable, well-thought out, easy to follow and a good way to promote MARA. I loved how it turned out as well, finding it impossible to accept the credit because I knew it was not one person. It was 100% collaborative and it was beautiful! I learnt so so so much from this experience and I am so grateful to have the support from Karam, Ruth, my parents. To be surrounded by the super talented and hilarious actors I had. For the ideas and inspirations from the art all around us, and from the people as well. I feel so much closer to the school because I have put in a little part of me inside. Hm.