8 posts tagged “tabby”
Big-O-Vision for the Orientation Odyssey Night 2008 photos. I had a blast spending those long five hours at the college hall in the company of my favorite people (bar the non-college favorite people), and having a huge TT Nite section in the audience really made it a lot more fun.
The emceeing was, to be frank, very flat, and I hope to see better things on our actual night. It's this Sunday, people! I need more tickets for my entourage than I get. Roslyn and Seroja are for sure coming, though I do want my parents to be able to see what kind of work I had been putting for these last four months.
SAMANTHA, IF YOU'RE READING THIS, PLEASE CALL ME BACK ASAP SO WE CAN CONFIRM IF YOU'RE COMING. I need you. Need you to come. Please, please, please, please, please come. Your presence would make all this work so worthwhile.
There are a fair few post-event photos (97! on Sarah's camera) which fancily-dressed people - usually me - pose for photos together. Here are my selection of my favorite 37. You'll see them tagged 'n' bagged on Facebook too, fear not. Assuming you lot have Facebook.
I had something to eat an hour or so ago at the clubhouse cafeteria, which I've been going to a lot now since I joined TT. Had the maggi goreng. Uploaded photos. I know you lot just want to see photos and not wordtextcommunications, so here it is.
Massive amounts of Big-O-Vision, so get ready your superfast connections!
I drove in (solo!) at 5.45pm, so before that, all photos don't have me. I'm vain enough that photos that don't involve me are usually not placed in the blog. But here is Julia (Miss Bigshot Rapper with a secret blog she ain't telling me), Tabby, Kieran, and Sarah.
All photos from Sarah's camera. Or Daniel's camera.
Inside. These are some of the people in Impromptu (or Imprompt2?).
The end, folks.
We all dressed nice, and watching OO Nite come off successfully really made us feel the reinvigorated TT Nite spirit.
I've got the feeling my blog is mostly photographic nowadays, so it's time to balance.
The week beginning 19th May and ending 25th May was our auditions week, a hectic time which involved lots and lots of running around and shouting for things. Funnily enough, it seems to have worked just nice. We got a large number of auditions, some serious, some not so serious. Our publicity booth in the canteen foyer was also a hit. We had performances on several days, some of which involved singing, some of which involved dancing, and one in particular was a rendition of The Cranberries' Zombie, which involved lots of jumping and shouting to the chorus.
Now, this week, the week beginning 26th May and ending tomorrow, was a less hectic week, but one that involved regular meetings and irregular classes (we had four scheduled, yet only one actually happened: a classroom lecture on Malaysian Constitution, sarcasticyay). We had our committee photoshoot on Thursday, which was another exercise in legally allowing Amirul to wear a suit everywhere he goes. That photoshoot was fun in its own right - we had free makeup and free hairdo styling, for which makeup involved three makeup artists arguing which shade of foundation looked best on me (I Am Not Making This Up), and the hairdo involving about three minutes of a style known generally as Making Amirul's Hair Look Kinda Like His Hair Already Is, But Marginally Messier. It's a hallmark in hairstyling. I have yet to see the photos, but some comments I heard were positive, and some were negative. Ya win some, ya lose some.
I watched some of the finalist training on, um, Wednesday, wasn't it? They somehow did the impossible task of exasperating Andy our emcee trainer, who happens to be one of the nicest, most gentlemanly people I know, even if his favorite greeting to me is his original song Amirul, which involves bawdy rhymes with my name. So the finalists needed some kicking here and there, and I gave my all in trying to maintain a serious look of +1 leadership.
Oh, screw the words, let's have some photos, and photographic descriptions, before I have to go down and do some laundry.
Julia took this photo in late April '08, cementing her status as Favorite Photographer, capturing me here in my Winter Communist look, despite the fact that the surroundings are anything but winter (or communist, for that matter).
Myke is the loveliest person in the world, because she was born on February 15th. Here she is taking a photo of me with Julia's D50, which she swears never to lend to people.
Jeff is a photographical whore. That's the correct expression right? Photographical whore. Thoroughly nice person, very responsible, but never ever give him a camera.
The briefings during Audition Week. Andy, the guy standing there in the slightly-off-center, is the emcee trainer mentioned previously. Also in the shot is Michelle, leaning against the desk, who is also pretty awesome, simply because she has a car and is completely willing to drive me around.
Stacey, our PR Director, seen here talking on the loudspeaker trying to bring people to either our booth or our auditions room. I assume she succeeded very well. You may have seen Stacey before on this blog. She had a guest starring role as Stacey, Amirul's Date in the episode "Accounting Night" earlier in this season. Her success on that episode sees her taking a recurring role this season. In fact, so recurring, she's going to have other photos on this post.
The crowd of white-dressed people are either our crew, our committee members, or random people dressed in white.
TALENTIME NITE 08
A SCREENPLAY:
By Amirul B Ruslan.
CHAPTER ONE: Being Stalked
"Eh, I thought someone's watching me? So creepy."
AMIRUL: "Oh, well, nobody here."
JEFF: "Heheheheh."
AMIRUL: "Oh well, there's nobody after all."
(off-screen) JEFF: "Hehehehhehehehe."
CHAPTER TWO: The Duel
They were fighting... over Tabby. Julia was angry because Carmen had claimed Tabby as her own
TABBY: "Let go of me!"
CARMEN: "NEVAR!" (yes, nevar)
Julia did not like this intrusion of privacy
CARMEN: (*punches Julia*)
JULIA: (*not punching Carmen*)
Tabby had to choose between Julia and Carmen, and thus was she thrust upon with a dilemma.
TABBY: "Hmm, this is so much fun! Carmen and Julia fighting to the death."
But then Tabby remembered all the happy times she ever had with Julia. "Oh, bugger," she said.
But Carmen was winning the fight.
CHAPTER THREE: Backup Arrives
Carmen's backup, Myke, arrived, giving her power move - Lala Pose #1
JULIA: "Oh noes! A lala pose! Heeellllp!"
And then came Sarah, who was on Julia's side.
SARAH: "Feel the pain of my Lala Pose #2!!!"
EVERYBODY: (*dies*)
...
...
And thus Tabby walked off with the next person she saw, Winky.
And Tabby and Winky lived happily ever after, walking away over the corpses of Carmen, Julia, Myke and Sarah.
CHAPTER THREE: The Ladies' Man
Later, days later, when everybody respawned, everybody had a dinner together. And Jeff was most wanted there.
(Real life note: these were taken on the 14th at McDonalds in Jusco Alpha Angle, to celebrate Winky's birthday)
But we all know who the most good-looking man there was. It was Amirul.
Nobody's ever doubted it.
YING LOONG: "Because I'm the Souvenir & Prizes guy."
AMIRUL: "What?"
Ying Loong, Jeff, Angie and me. We're doing something of some sort, but weirdly enough I'm the only guy smiling. Hmmm. Did I insult somebody's mother again? Oh bugger.
EVERYBODY: "Break what?"
So, yeah, the play's over. A giant Happy Birthday to Winky, hey!
Amirul, who is most well known for his extreme unpunctuality, arrives here only two weeks late for a post on the 4th Open Mic Night he attended at The Dance Space with Tabby on the very very generous invitation of Alan McLean.
It was a great and casual event with impromptu and planned performances in the realms of Music, Dance and Poetry. Seeing I can hardly hold a tune, and my legs are as dextrous as wet cement, my contribution to the night was some self-penned poetry entitled An Art Form In Distraction.
The entire atmosphere was awesome, and now I have come to the altogether-too-late realization that wearing the white jacket with my grey trilby shouts out "Pimp!". It seems, dear readers, there are times when the persistent shouts of others regarding my costume should be listened to. Regardless, I enjoyed my pimp look, and it gave me an opportunity to shout ridiculous slogans such as "Ah bitchslap ya, ho!"
The Blantons, Gary and Paola, awesomely nicer people there never were, hosted the event for their parents returning to America. Paola truly enthralled everybody with magickal belly dancing, and Gary was no less awesome with his bass guitar playing.
Okay, so Big-O-Vision beckons.
Thanks to how badly my Sony DSC-N1 takes night photos, I had to rely on flash. Thanks to the GIANT WALL OF MIRROR (Yes, as in singular), all my night photos looked like this because the flash bounced straight back at me.
There was so much guitar-playing, I almost felt ashamed I can't play. Almost.
There was lots of singing too, very entertaining ones, some involving Bulgarian Idol ("Kennnnnn Liiiiiiii! Libi dibi dauchu!" - an attempted transliteration there, ha) and some involving the tragic tale of a Gay Eskimo, all were completely worth-seeing. Imprinted onto the synapses of my brain.
Tabby... she stealses my hat!
At last, when pointing away from the GIANT WALL OF MIRROR, I could take a fairly-resemblant photo of how the nicely dim lighting was all like.
GIANT WALL OF MIRROR = reflect man with hat.
This particular bit had all of us sitting on the floor, eyes closed (at first) in tandem with the hypnotic beat of the drums, plus the mindwarpingly excellent strumming of the guitar. It was spiritual.
There were acoustic guitars, and there were electric ones. Here, Alan is playing - I'm guessing here - an electric one. There were so many guitars sometimes you even might wonder, "Are they giving them away?" Okay, maybe I was wondering that. I want to learn, honest.
Some of you may have heard I performed some poetry, and in the absence of photos (though I believe Tabby's blog has some) I must present to you with about two minutes worth of video. Tabby's camera, and crappy sound I know, so GO BLAME HER.
But even excellent events like these must end, and at 1.30am me and Tabby reluctantly let out the minute yawns. The crowd had thinned but poetry still played. I had a great time. Alan McLean, Forensics Director, guitar-player, math-teacher and all-round nice guy, poses with me in the last photo of the night.
Awesome. I can't wait for another one like this.
Tracy, sometimes "wife of Amirul" - her words -, sometimes "mushroomgirl" - my words -, celebrated her 19th last Friday, which makes her bonafide old.
She's so old, you could put a dinosaur in a microwave oven, and Tracy would still be older.
... than the microwave oven. See? She's so old, you can't even understand the ludicrously stupid humor that fuels these jokes.
So, yeah: Tracy's birthday. Tracy is old. Blah blah blah. A large DJR1 contingent made their way to the Pavillion smack in the center of KL to celebrate her birthday. One name you have heard pretty much all the time - Amirul. Some names you have heard quite frequently - Tabby, Julia, Sarah. Some names occasionally - Tracy, Eason. Some names never - Chun How, Jeffrey, Ice. But we all went to Pavillion, regardless of how often we were blogged about in my blog.
Walking some distance to the Land of Fast-Foods Ahoy!, we noticed several prospective celebration-venues. A KFC. A Pizza Hut. And beguilingly, a hamburger place called Carl Jr., which promised monster-sized burgers. I am boiling in trepidation.
We went to Pizza Hut, though.
Here you go, Big-O-Vision: (but I have to use Small-O-Vision first, though) (Small-O-Vision is also called "thumbnails")
Here goes, with my patented Big-O-Vision. (God, I love saying that)
Ignore the fact that my arms look implausibly small, here I am breaking my long-forsworn vow to Never Eat Mushrooms. I didn't, though, though at one point Crazy Tracy put one in my mouth. I ran away and cried silently in the bathroom (...just joking). I didn't cry, really, just a sob or two over the loss of my innocence. Honest.
I am such a trendsetter. Now everybody wants a piece of the Mushroom. Julia actually successfully looks like she's biting it. She's creepy, she is.
I'm really surprised at how happy-chirpy the Mushroom-thing is. Tracy calls it "Doo Doo", but well, not all of us have the mental state of mind that Tracy has. The Mushroom-thing survives being bitten by a non-mushroom-eater, by an award-winning Chopper-and-Boiler, and now has a knife poised dangerously across its face. Does it even bat an eyelid? Not at all. That, ladies and gentlemen, is true courage.
Has anybody ever noticed this is Photo #413,560,072 where Julia and Tabby pose similarly like this? Has anybody? No? This photo guest stars my glasses.
Me, Tracy and Sarah. See that? My glasses? It's strange, really. It's like it moves of its own will, going from one person's face to another. Maybe it's just my imagination, but that's rather creepy.
Don't ask. Don't ever, ever, ever ask. Just... don't.
Happy duo Tracy and Eason, sometimes shortened in the manner of Brangelina into the wonderful-sounding Treason. I coined it myself. I'm such a genius. I'm going to call them Treason every day for the rest of my life. Or theirs.
(Just kidding! Heh! Heh! Tracy, if you're reading this... um, bye!)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TRACY!
Parents are interested in shifting me off to the Eastern Provinces, particularly capital city Kuching, for my birthday. It's my college holidays then, and Tabby hails from there - particularly interested in getting me to understand whatever beauty that city has - but it might be Forensics round then!
Can't I have both things? Forensics, my true love, and travails to the Eastern Provinces, which is not yet apparent as 'love'. All I want, as the phrase goes, is everything.
Either ways, SEA Forensics 2008 is something I just absolutelylyly cannot miss. But I would love to go to Kuching too. They have a Kenny Rogers now, I hear, which means they have +20% culture.
