I am The Shai.

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Maria Captions!

Oh please ignore the layout of this darned thing. I wanted to centralize everything but totally forgot to do it and I'm too lazy to go and re-do everything.

In any case, since I had a teeny bit of time on my hands, I decided to put up some of the Maria pics I kopek-ed from other people's blogs a while back and caption them!

I think the pics came from Nurul though.
Here goes!

Guess who's got a pocket full of posies? Nyehehe.

Everyone loves a good Bollywood tune.

Joyce: I love it when my Queen gives me things phallic.

Mmm. Chosen One, before I get you out of the window, let me have a feel...

Song of choice: Tempted to Touch

Dhaniah: Oh shit. I must've woken up in the hood again!

Yazid: It's true! I can take it deep!

Friday, September 21, 2007

A Recuperative Musing

Had it been in a film or part of a wannabe-playwright's manuscript, the scene would probably have called for an ash-filled ashtray, on the table next to her. And oh, with the tiniest hints of smoke sussing out from her last cigarette.

I picture this because I think the look of it all would be cool, not the smoking, thank you. But because this is real life, and this is mine, there isn't an ashtray anywhere in sight.

And then I picture the girl. You know, she's probably wearing Factory Girl kinda shades, she's probably waif-like. She's probably in stilettos that make her too tall for her own good and they're in god-awful red. I mean, I like red, but her red is just too, over-bearing. And that dress of hers. Which white tiger did she skin alive? For heaven's sake, someone one tell her animal prints are passe.

But as you can see, this could only be true in the case of an advert in a fashion magazine or an upcoming photojourno's portfolio. Not in my life. No chance in hell I'd meet a Sienna Miller in Factory Girl look-a-like.

And then what?

And then Edna Turnblad steps into my room, pulls me up and forces me to join the ensemble which miraculously appears out of nowhere and in sync, we sing:
"Cause the world keeps spinning round and round,
And my heart's keeping time to the speed of sound.
I was lost till I heard the drums then I found my way,
Cause you can't stop the beat!" and more of course... but I shan't bore you with the lyrics.

Now this I fancy happening more so than the former.

And then my parents would probably go into a frenzy trying to chase all these crazy cross-dressing kids out of my place. But after a while, they laugh and come on, everyone loves a friend in drag. So, they allow the kids to stay and we continue with our singing, the whole bloody repetoire of Hairspray.

And then I shall stop here.

As you can see, what you have just read is the result of a recuperating patient's musings. =)

Monday, September 17, 2007

The Fluctuating Fever

It has been 6 days now since the thermometer and pills have become my closest bedside companions. The fever is still fluctuating and here I am typing this during one of those rare moments when it has decided to take a rest from tormenting me.

Having to perform with a burning fever is one of the worst feelings in the world. The aftermath was worst.

In any case, while the doctor at the hospital has said that it could be/could not be dengue, closer to home, my Dad and Zul and probably everyone else is attributing it to being overworked.

Heck, I'm beginning to wonder if my mind really is separate from my body. Despite being all lethargic and half-dead last night, I just couldn't sleep. My mind was thinking about this and that without my being able to control it. Sigh.

If any, this mystery illness has allowed me to yes, lay back and rest for a little. And in doing so, I've had time to review certain aspects of my life, namely my craft. It has caused me to think about really taking a break from it for the last quarter of this year. It's time for others to have their moment too and now's a good time.

Once I'm well-rested, I can face 2008 head on because 2008 is truly, looking to be a much better year than what I thought 2007 would be. But hey, as much as I foresee things that will make me happy, there will be things that will be guaranteed to slice my heart and Zul's into a million pieces.

Monday, September 10, 2007

It's the Time to Disco

If there ever comes a time where I feel like quitting theatre, I could alway turn to Disco. Or as what Charlie would say, "He's channeling Edna Turnblad".

Ok what. Disco Inferno in drag.

Wednesday, September 05, 2007


There's so many things I need to blog about. I know some of you want to read juicy details about certain things.

Yet, I don't have the urge or the want to blog about my thoughts at the moment. Just because, actually. Or maybe I'm becoming a bit lazier.

In any case, here's a thought:

It's amazing when something amazing makes your life amazing when you don't expect it to be as amazing, especially this amazing month, which has been well, amazing.


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