3 posts tagged “michelle”
I had some worries and concerns last night, coupled with some words from some conversations, but a swiftly delivered letter from my favorite email correspondent Michelle E. (behind the most excellent piano music of Shiver Skin) has returned me this following beautiful passage. Just a small fragment from a beautiful letter, really.
"Don't be Nihilistic about it - don't think it's all for naught. Your heart is the truest form of the self, that which is the answer which transcends the question. Dig? Take that with you, carry it in your pocket, let the solar tethers love it from your fabric threads; think of it like the threads of Fate, fragile, but so grossly yours and in your possession.
Become your own Freemason. There may be no absolute truth, but there is absolute truth in you."
And somehow I am no longer worried or concerned: fears placated, worries salved, and myself is that small 7% happier.
I hate using that "a picture tells a thousand words excuse" when I never blog. I really do.
But because most of you would rather see pictures and illustrations to describe the many woes that occur to me, I'll show them here to you on Big-O-Vision instead of writing long meandering text. Some of these photos are probably going to be reprinted on the TT Nite blog.
I saw Jaziel, Michelle and Tammy at the bus stop on my way to the TT Nite meeting. They were doing some sort of commercial shoot, presumably for an assignment. The scene I saw involved Tammy running across the lot twice.
As I said, Tammy was running.
Mr. Jeff.
Sarah talks her Treasurery in this photo which covers Alice's face with a giant mineral bottle.
Carmen, Assistant Program Master and kungfu whiz and my own Director of Events, usually talks smack of my choice of outfit, but today she didn't seem to mind the floral-green shirt + white disco jacket choice.
Sofea the Program Coordinator explains work-related matters, I assume, to Carmen.
Winky is the Queen.
Siok Cheng, Vice-Chair extraordinaire, dons the White Jacket of Amirul B Ruslan to get in a performer-y persona. Every week we showcase the talents of a TT Nite committeeperson with a video clip of them doing generally stupid things, such as singing, dancing, or worse. First they had recorded me singing Lovefool to a camera phone, then Jeff had his moment in the sun singing as well, and now, Siok Cheng.
The video clips taken by my Sony DSC-1 were a little too big to upload on this crappy connection, but I'll do it no doubt for both this Voxblog and the TT Nite blog.
And whilst she wore my jacket, I wore hers. A good trade, though I think I like mine a bit more.
Okay, as long as the Internets suck, I can't possibly add more posts, but the weekend beckons and I would very much like to return Tabby her internet.
I'll post some more, because more has happened. Til then.
... plays always make him happy.
So, here is going to be another phototastic ubermosh of, um, photos. Like yesterday's post, this one will include tedious amounts of Big-O-Vision (tm).
But first, a rough overview of the photos. Holy crap there's a lot of photos.
A lot of photos. Shall I do a random Big-O-Vision selection? Yes.
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But first - we watched a staging of WRECKS, a one man play performed by veteran actor Patrick Teoh and directed by Gavin Yap. It's the fourth play I've watched this year, from zero plays last year, and I'm happily happy. From the opening, where the piano music accompanied the bereaved main character, to the actual beginning when he starts smoking gorgeous rings of smoke, I was hooked. God, I love plays.
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Michelle and Jaziel at the tickets section, buying eleven tickets for a later staging, for classmates I assume. They're here because of an Introduction to Drama individual assignment (where you have to review one play). I think I'm going to review Alias Grace instead.
The title of this photo on my Facebook account is, "It is inevitable that Amirul B Ruslan takes a photo like this in every photo album he has." I think it's true, too.
Meiyi and me. If I had a shirt, a clean one, I'd have worn it. Jaziel went with a shirt. I always go overdressed for days like these, but all I had was a new shirt from last month. Damnations. Meiyi, the only person here who was watching not to write an assignment (aside from me), has never seen a play.
Jaziel "Orberon" Tan. He constantly tempts me with Call of Duty 2 sessions, and adds on that by frequently referring to his BitTorrenting of CoD4, which I can safely reassure others I cannot play due to a weak computer.
As the title says, she likes walls. In any case, this was the third photo of this sort that she took, with the second interrupted mysteriously by an elevator opening to nobody inside.
ELS Secretary Michelle, who will be playing Stella Kowalski in her group's recital of Streetcar (See: previous post). Sidenote One - when me and Josiah first met her, Josiah's comment was, "She looks like Serena C." I concur.
Jaziel and Meiyi are talking here. I have no idea what they are talking about, mainly because I'm just standing here and taking photos, and reciting stories of how I love KLPac.
...far too much.
Jaziel again. He laughs to some joke, probably involving buggery. In any case, he spent much of my photo-taking time talking about how I should get a DSLR. Hahahahaha! As if.
Jaziel takes a photo of feet. Clockwise - Meiyi's (one o'clock), Jaziel's (six o'clock), mine (ten/eleven o'clock). Roslyn has taken nicer ones, but that's not fair because Roslyn wears school shoes to school. I have no such excuse.
In the half-hour we waited before the doors opened, we were at the parking lot. Thus, this photo is entitled "Out In The Parking Lot".
Truth.
Jaziel has first dibs at brick-wall photos. I wish people would take the initiative and photograph me instead, but I think that's too much to ask for.
After the play: sitting down at the faux-sofas outside KLPac. We were talking at length about the Big Revelation in the play, and Jaziel was reiterating his impressedness at how low-budget the set was. It looked wonderful, so atmospheric. My words.
Five months or so in the ELS and I've never been photographed with Michelle. Here is a nice change.
More talkings about the play, sometime involving wild hand gestures, arm wavings, or biting laughter. I am taking the photo whilst talking, resulting in me being missing from the bulk of these discussion-photos.
Wirechairs are nice, but they seem to have caused minor damage to Meiyi's dress. My highly-suspect facial expression seems to resemble one who is riding a motorcycle. Something I cannot do, alas.
Michelle, as taken by Jaziel. The man knows his photography. Or something.
Me and Michelle were completely gun-baffled at the Big Reveal at the end of the play. Jaziel didn't notice until we told him it. Meiyi, the astoundingly analytical and amazing person that she is (one A-word missing, should have been alliterative!), guessed it from way before. I feel stupid all of a sudden. The reveal was surprising - putting full truth to the words at the subtitle of the play: "To Be Loved Is Never Wrong."
We go back from the gardens outside, after me and Meiyi take lengthy walks which involve talking about monsoon drains, and back into the lovely air-conditioned building that KLPac is. Michelle and Jaziel sit down. I prefer to stand. That or the fact that there's no seats for me.
Jaziel's parents, who are truly very nice people, have very nicely transported us from the college hostel gate to KLPac and back. We had late-supper-thing later. The Big Mac I had in their car, ordered due to Tabby's love for nuggets (when we got back from class, before I went for the play), had been swallowed before reaching KLPac. I was full. Such nice people.
Jaziel is dodging a BOOM! HEADSHOT! (Don't let him read this - he will invite me for more CoD2 rounds, and then own-ify me.
This is what happens when you use flash photography in the cramped, four-people-occupying backseat of Jaziel's parents' car. Me and Meiyi, in the car. And exeunt! The end of this tediously long blog post. November does me good not in volume of posts but volume of words in the posts.
