TWCT Photoshoot

We had our photoshoot for TWCT last Friday, and the photos were shown to us today.

Hana and Lawrence.

Teck Liang and his parents, Mr and Mrs Ong.

Student love triangle!
Jali, Teck Liang, Clare and Raymond.

Rawr - Su Lin and Zach.
(Note the very obvious height difference sigh)

Angel and Devil - Kak and Jali.

Father and son - Lawrence and Raymond.

MPSS staff photo!
Lim, Hana, Su Lin, Zach and Cikgu Ali.

I think Zaidi did a wonderful job, but... I'm so disappointed in myself as Mrs Phua Su Lin. Just look at what I was wearing, how I was standing... I don't even look like a 48-year-old teacher, for Kami's sake. I can't even look at myself without cringing and mentally beating myself up. My clothes were awful, my portrayal of Mrs Phua was awful... Sometimes I genuinely wonder why I was even chosen for this role. Mrs Phua would die if she saw how I was portraying her. Neo Swee Lin (she was Mrs Phua in TWCT 2010) would have a heart attack if she saw how I was attempting to portray such a character.

But you know what? I'm going to try anyway. I'm reading through the script, again and again and again, and I'm realising little bits and pieces about Mrs Phua that I never got back then. It's not something I can explain, it's just a deeper understanding of her that I don't think anyone else will really understand unless they read through the script and try to portray her as well. In a way, I feel like I'm connecting with her, bit by bit by bit. And I get these brief moments when I really feel like something clicks deep inside me and I can feel Mrs Phua with me.

I dunno, isn't it like bragging, the way I'm talking now? I'm really not trying to sound as though I'm a good actor or anything... It's just... Even though I know I have no right to compare myself to an actor as experienced and amazing as Neo Swee Lin herself, I feel like I'm starting to understand how she must have felt when trying to understand how Mrs Phua was as a person.

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