Love Letter 01: Dear Theatre

UBD Performing Arts Club | Red Umbrella, 2017, Rehearsals
Dear Theatre,

I am terribly nervous and there is a ruckus in my chest but I think that it is time I tell you something.

I am writing this to you after the wonderful night we spent together in that hall with air-conditioning turned up a notch too high and lights that never seem to be wired properly, where you had come up to me with your billowy arms and wrapped me tight in your embrace. I am writing this to you after a year of knowing you, and oh, how sweet it has been to know you.

I do not know when I fell in love with you, but I am.

Rivers and Fishes

Brunei Blogger May Cho of The Mayden and Shi Min of discofissh | Kampung Ayer, Golden Hour Brunei Blogger Shi Min of discofissh | Kampung Ayer, Golden Hour, The Mayden
The sun hung low in the sky as Min and I made our way across town to the capital. This was the reunion of two friends which saw the unfolding of a trip -- possibly their last -- to the water village on a Friday afternoon.

In true May and Min fashion, we took every chance we got to take silly snaps during rush hour traffic, ugly-dance to The Jackson Five and shout to Bobby McFerrin. At one point, we spent minutes recovering from fits of laughter as a neighboring driver gawked incredulously at our ferocious head bangs and violent gesticulations during a turning junction. Our dancing and singing didn't stop until the car was parked, the doors locked and our feet hit solid ground.

Visual Anatomy: The Human Condition

Brunei Blogger May Cho of The Mayden | Projector Photography, Tumblr, Neon Sign
Visual Anatomy is a bird's eye view of my inner workings, a pixelated spilling of my guts and thoughts spread out into a trilogy. Find out more here.

I sometimes think that if my heart is sliced open, instead of veins and arteries, there'd be words instead. A blood-pumping organ the core of one's anatomy, catalyst for downfalls and reason for joy -- all this in one made out of words. How insufferably poetic.

"How was your day?"

A treacherous night was upon the world this evening and I was a capsule of energy crouched in a corner witnessing it. Book shelf draped in sentimentality mounted above my head, a phone call in my ear.

I had a nightmare where you were being tortured and I couldn't do anything and I woke up crying. I went back to sleep two hours later after convincing myself that you were perfectly fine. I woke up late with a bloated face and bloated stomach and I didn't have breakfast. I read a book about the bane of humanity and the devastation of feelings and it moved me to tears so I re-read it and re-read it and re-read it and re-read it. And then I fed the cat and cuddled the cat and watched a movie about freedom. And then I tried to workout but got too lazy and ended up napping on the floor instead. I woke up and had dinner and took a bath and did random stuff and now I'm here. It was an odd day, a lazy day, but mostly odd. I miss you.

"It was alright." Understated -- the only way I know how.

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