The Supper Club?

My life lately has been dominated by me spending EVERY night with this group of people.
What do you get when you put a group of people from all walks of life together, every night for 4 months, with one single goal, enduring physical challenges, emotional highs and lows, vocal projections and permission to create total arses of themselves if need be? Maybe you will get the cast of Survivor ,ambitious people with hidden desires to overthrow each other. Maybe you'll get a hand holding, kumbaya singing democratic bunch of flowers. Maybe you'll get the breakfast club with mini groups of trampled on nerds, princesses, outcasts, rebels and perfectionists. Or maybe you'll get us- people with love for music, disdain for the drama queen, united by late night munchies, pilates torture, the occasional gossip, a smattering of self-created drama and the fear of "god". Trying to be the Justice League of musical actors but maybe managing to be the Mystery Men.
Joe Hasham said something last night- "All of you have the capacity to be great therefore do not settle of ordinary. It makes me weep when I see you ordinary for i know you are not." Simple truth that reminds me of a wonderful quote by Nelson Mandela that I love but that I have great difficulty living up to most of the time:

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

Meet the quirky cast/crew of Broken Bridges.


The Tummy Patter
Pats his tummy repeatedly when he is: thinking, focusing, singing, preparing, exercising ,but not when he is hungry.


The One With The Best Song
His last song will make grown men weep for their fathers


The Million Dollar Baby
My miniture Singing Soon Soon Doll will make me a MILLIONAIRE! Muahahahaha!


The Other Father
Durian Seller with the Queen's english


The Aunties Lot
(from left to right) Flutter-A-Lot, SMS-A-Lot, Surprisingly Quiet-A-Lot


The Other Auntie
Away-A -Lot


The SuperGirl
A girl with super powered abilities to:
-Withstand stinging slapping pains
-Cry on cue



(left) The Ringo Suavé
Check out his brother Rico Suavé


The Super Duper Big Mac Combo
An all girl fetish, special voice, a little cheese, wicked humour and some sesame street fun.
(with some apple pie on the side)


The French Argentine Rock Climbing Muscle Bound Dancer


(left) The One With Biggest Muscles & Smallest TEE
(right) The One With The Saddest Face (according to tummy patter)


The Dyslexic Charmer
He may not be able to read, but the girls will still be a-coming.



The Misunderstood Kid
Self-proclaimed misunderstood creature. We bear witness.



The Spinning Super Slut
The chick can spin like a bitch on heat!



The Luscious Lips That Got Him The Job
My resident lover boy


(left) The Chilli Padi Dressed As Innocent Small Town Girl
(right) The Chilli Padi Dressed As A Good Christian Girl


The REAL, Proper, Good Ipoh Girl Dressed As A Model



The Split Personality
Check out her blog: http://retardationation.blogspot.com/



The Observor. The Postman. The MS Tee Horder.



The Siamese Twins




The Alias
Joe: What the fuck is your name? Tony or Leo??


The Enigma



The Tenor



The Princess



The Sopranos



The Slapping, Pen Throwing Soh



The Pink Peppered Pianist



The Alain Boubil


The Claude-Michel Schonberg


The Gatekeeper Of The Abdominal Crunch Hell



The Animal Trainer



The Elusive Music Man





The Hera
The Wife Of Zeus



The God



The God Contender
O' mere mortals fear the analogies, the snorts, the facial experssions