Just a Bit of Life

My Second Week is Done!

So much has happened since my last post. The course is in full swing, and we're learning tap, jazz and fitness routines quickly while having one-to-one singing sessions and group performance classes. I am astounded at the rate in which we're all settling in as RWCMD students, but we're awesome.

I've spent more time in the library this week than ever, looking at scores upon scores, wondering what I can sing. It's been an awesome journey, and my singing teacher and coach give me further suggestions to add to my repertoire. I am currently working on Sondheim's "Everybody Loves Louis", where Dot, a woman who's had a fight with her lover, George Seurat, tries to get with Louis in a bout of loneliness and to evoke jealousy in George. 

That being said, I've recently split up with Tom. This is something I figure you should know, and you should also know this:  I'm okay. Sure, I get bouts of melancholy about it, but we agree that this is the best decision at this time in our lives. I fully intend on staying friends with Tom, as he uses vocabulary such as "assuage" and "sartorial"; what an incredible wealth of knowledge! Furthermore, he's just a good person to keep as a friend, and I hope he feels the same way about me.

Getting Over Him

This is the funny part. I promised my flatmates I would cook for them, as I've been eating plenty of their food while here. I decided to make the Filipino Classic, Chicken Adobo. So, after breaking up with Tom, I got on my coat, hopped on my bike, and rode to the supermarket. 

My Trusty Bike; I Barely Walk Nowadays.

The rain was building, and I was feeling sorrier and sorrier for myself as the ride went on. When I arrived home, I pulled on whatever dry clothes were in reach, then I entered the kitchen to start making the meal.

Tommy was only just waking up and preparing tea, yet he could sense something was amiss. 

"What happened, Sal?"

"I just broke up with my boyfriend."

And then I started crying. More accurately, I was balling. Tommy was flabbergasted, and exclaimed that he had no idea how to handle a crying girl. He did well, grabbing me a tissue and pouring me some Rosé.  Then he sat and chatted while I chopped the chicken.

The Chicken Adobo was a success, even though I was uncontrollably sobbing and close to chopping off all ten fingers in the process. When asked for the recipe, Tommy exclaimed, "It was made with chicken and tears!"

That night was a good one. The girls insisted that we go out, so go out we did. Before we left the house, however, I got a nice snippet of my flatmates in action. Watch till the end, you'll see Tommy mouthing, "Are you recording?!" 

I Get the Message, guys. "Don't Cry."

Night out

"She Cheated"

"He Lied"

Sitting at the bar, I coaxed everyone to extend their love/crush stories. It turned out to be a very fun and informative night, and I was able to capture the evening on my phone.

"He Didn't Respect Me."

"She Stalked Me."

Me:  "I Slapped Him. Twice."

Don't Be Fooled! It Does Shine in Wales.

When we returned home, our resident mother Mariza emerges from her room, and Tommy tells her about the breakup. She is a helluva good pep-talker, exclaiming:  

"You are lucky in your unlucky situation!" 

She considers the beginning of the semester the best time for a breakup, as I am not stressing out over my showcase, etc, yet am staying engaged with everything new that surrounds me.

The Sun Will Come Is Out, Sally.