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May the month end 2005, A Tuesday
Asking for it
Its been one month and so far still no news. I think its safe to say I didn't get it.
Damm.
I was really holding out for this role. It really really looked like it could have been my big break. But I guess it wasn't meant to be.
Actually, if I had gotten it, I think I would be in a dilemma. Because it would meant sacrificing lots and lots of my business projects to do it. Now that I didn't get it (it seems), I can concentrate on making money.
And God knows I need it coz my parents' PC is showing very clear signs of konking out, which means I will need to go fix myself a new one soon. ( I always pass my current PC to my parents once theirs gone case)
On another note, recently my itchy itchy hands went and type the words "Interview me" on not one but two bloggers' comments page. Really asking for it man.
LMD has graciously responded, and from the way she asks the questions, she must have really really checked me out. (Thanks LMD, hopefully I didn't bore you to death)
So without further ado...
1) You claim to be a vampire. What then, do you do with all the hawt women you meet? Suck them dry or transform them? Why?
Actually hor, I claim to be a mutated vampire wor. So my vampiric powers very the diminished liow, in order for me to tahan the sun like no other vampire can. Sad to say, my seductive powers were amongst those that went kaput. So when I meet hawt women, most of them don't give me the time of the day. Or night. They all ask me to go buy my own watch instead.
But supposedly, if I am still a vampire, and if I can make these hawt woman give me the time of the day/night without asking me to buy my own watch, I will not suck them dry nor transform them.
I won't suck them dry coz feeding this way will make me loose whatever shred of humanity left in me. There are also certain rules regarding transforming them (you say transform, we say convert), which are kinda technical and boring. Suffice to say, cannot any old how convert one.
So like that how? I would play with my food lor. :P
2) For someone with an ego as big as yours, surely your ego would want his own name. So, what's your ego called and why?Basket, who say I ego one?! Who?!!
*sigh* Ok lah, I'll admit I quite ego wan. My ego is called "The One". Coz I'm.... The One! :D
3) You like, or rather, have been forced by circumstance, to watch movies alone. How many times have you had to use the umbrella? *snigger*As many times as it rained while I was on my way to the movies, darling.
4) You even had your own LAN gaming business. How has that helped you in your acting career, if at all?Sad to say, it hardly helped my acting career. It was starting to loose money, so we decided to cut our losses and close it down. So I had to find other ways to earn my keep so as to support my acting dreams. I did learn much about doing business though. In the future, when I start to make my own movies, I think all this experience will help a lot.
5) How would you go about convincing a girl you like, that your feeling for her are genuine, and not just well, an act?Wadun, you saved the tough for last. If I like a girl, trust me, she won't need convincing. At all.
The Official Interview Game Rules
1. If you want to participate, leave a comment below saying “interview me.”
2. I will respond by asking you five questions — each person’s will be different.
3. You will update your journal/blog with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview others in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.
Jialat, still got jac's questions to answer... *gulp* |
30 May 2005, Monday
Seeing Star Part (dunno how many liow, lost count)
Today, over breakfast, the kopi lady came over and told me she want to buy fishballs from me.
*groan*
Then afterwards, my friend from US MSN me to say he just saw me acting in that fishball television series. Apparently, the series is now available on some chinese bittorrent site. o.O
Wah lau eh.
Oh well, you know what they say. There's no such thing as bad publicity.
Why my better work no publicity wan? |
27 May 2005, Still Friday
Deja Vu
I was looking for some drinking kakis to celebrate my early wrap (sounds like I just went for some slimming treatment hor?). I had just finished a shoot which will soon be dubbed as the mother of all voice-overs, and my parched throat is very dry indeed. A meowless cat reminded me that da man is gonna spin at some secret hideout tonight.
So we decided to head there, along with the one who is so gonna loose his pants soon over an Equinox dinner and found out that, wor, quite a lot of other peeps had the same idea as well.
When I was playing MUDs and MMORPGs, we often have gatherings where we get to meet the faceless names of the peeps we play with in public at last. And at the end of such gatherings, we always end up remembering only the nick of the person rather than his or her name.
So last nite, it was deja vu for me all over again. Just like in MMORPG outings, we exchanged names and urls instead of names and nicks. We sound a bit embaressed when we realised we haven't read the other person's blog, just like me sounding a bit embaressed to the person whom I haven't grouped with before. And just like in MMORPG outings, I too, end up remembering people's blog and not their names.
Because there were so many bloggers around the place, I started assuming everyone was a blogger. So while I was queuing up to use the washroom, a guy asked me : "Are you ok?"
I was surprised that he knew me, so I said, "Yes, I am, how did you know it was me?"
"Eh I don't know you man, I'm just asking if you are alright. Are you sure you are ok?"
Nah beh. Now, I not ok. Happy?
Bah, should I change my nick? |
27 May 2005, Friday
Reunion
I had finished the shoot for my lead role yesterday. They are still shooting the rest of the episode today. If memory serves me correctly this is the first time I wrapped so much earlier than the rest of the cast while playing the lead. Heh.
The series' original title was "Reunion", and I was told yesterday that even "Destined" is only a working title. Actually, as corny as it sounds, "Reunion" seems to be a apt title. Coz this was a reunion of sorts for me too.
Firstly, as some of you already know, I got reunited with the director who directed me in my first lead. Secondly, I got 'reunited' with a fellow actor I met while I was doing my first supporting role in a local English drama, Heartlanders. I didn't actually met him but I got to know that he was in the episode as well. Thirdly, I got reunited with an actress, Z, whom I met duirng my first dramatic reading this year. Fourthly, I got reunited with the cameraman that first shot my first lead.
Z is a very good actress. I was simply bowled over her "one tear drop cascading down the slope of one's cheek" performance. In case you don't know, that happens to be one of the hardest thing to do in acting. At least in my books. However, I am not sure if the camera manged to capture that, as we had to do the take a few times, no thanks to some booming pilot letting his aeroplane go off above our location. So by the time we had a good take, I think Z no more tears liow. But hopefully the one with the tear can be edited in.
If not, can really cry man.
Destined/Reunion/Whatever should be out in Aug this year. |
26 May 2005, Thursday
Another sighting reported
I have been told I have been spotted loitering around a fishball stall between 7pm - 8pm, Channel 8. Yeah, I am in the show, its not a significant role, but I get to oogle at Felicia and Cynthia.
So there.
23 May 2005, Monday
A true S'porean Idol
Thanks to Angel, I was introduced to the haunting lovely voice of Corrine May a few months back. I liked what I hear then. (And truth be told, I also dig most of the music Angel uploads in her blog) So today, I bit the bullet and bought her latest album.
I am now looking for her first.
When I found out that she's actually based in USA, that her albums are selling there, what can I say man. R-E-S-P-E-C-T.
Eat your heart out, S'pore Idols |
19 May 2005, Thursday
Wanted : A Head-shrinker
It still amazes me tremendously just how a little bit of acting can totally recharge my batteries. And since I have been totally stressed and toally shagged out so far, I really needed a boost. And my rehearsal this afternoon, did just that.
This is my second (yah, so far two only) lead role on national television, and its for a docu-drama called "Destined". Yes, I can now tell my friends that I was destined to appear on "Destined".
And you know what, come to think of it, I think I am destined to appear on "Destined". It turns out that the director just happens to be the same director who directed me in my first lead role on national television. And she specifically wanted me in it. And even though the evil casting char bor told her to audition me first, she told her no need.
I think this was when my head begin to swell.
She also feedback to me that my previous performance in that lead role had garnered very good reviews. Many, many people were impressed with my acting, and they thought I acted well. In fact, she even had people asking her where the hell she found me.
I think this was when I definitely feel my head swelling.
So when in the middle of rehearsal she asked me what I honestly felt about my own performance, I was dumbfounded. I should have said, "I think if I was any good, it must be largely due to your excellent direction."
Instead I told her truthfully that there were some scenes I thought I really didn't acted that well. Yah, I know, it prolly wasn't the most politically correct thing to say. I blame it all on my swell-headedness. All the additional volume up there means it takes a longer time for my PC brain cells to signal to my mouthing off brain cells to STFU.
I did tell her that I am usually very critical of my own acting, which I hope is some form of damage control. (And in case you are wondering, yes, I am very critical of my own acting. In fact, I think most actors are :P)
I seriously need to look for a head-shrinker now. My head is so big I have trouble taking my t-shirt off.
God is my agent. When you pray for a good actor, He will send me. |
13th, the Friday, 2005, the May
Eye (still) not ok
Today Eye went back to the hospital, highly prepared to kao peh and kao bu to the doctor who cut me up that my cyst is STILL there.
But they transferred me to another doctor, because he had left the hospital. Promoted they say. Bah, Eye think he left because he knew he didn't do a good job on me and knew that Eye will come back and whack him good good.
So in his place Eye get to be examined and felt up by this hawt female doctor. Who unfortunately has that unwelcomed ring on her finger. Which unfortunately prevented me from trying to schedule an earlier appointment outside the hospital with her.
The good news is Eye don't have to go through another surgery. She said Eye could try a different treatment. The bad news is this will take longer. But it will probably prevent the cyst and other what-nots from coming back. And Eye could wear contacts again. But, you would probably feel uncomfortable, she said.
Eye ai swee mai mia one (will want to look good at the expense of one's life). What's a little discomfort eh?
Eye swee, mai buck kia |
Thursday the 12th, May 2005
Laughter the best medicine
Over the past few days, I have been quite stressed. I didn't really sleep for two days in the beginning of the week, and my sleep-deprived weakened body succumbed to the evil flu bug a few days later.
Hence no gym session this week. Which stresses me out coz I really, really want to get in shape in time for my next lead role in a few weeks time.
Which in turn stresses me out because in order to do this lead role, I have to rush through a project which would normally take two weeks to do in one week.
Which in turn stresses me out because I worry that in order to rush the project I would not have the time to prepare for my role properly.
In the midst of all this stress, I was lucky to be invited to watch "It Takes Two", a stand-up performance (pun intended) by Selena Tan and Hossan Leong.
These guys rock man. And they rock da hosue too. I highly recommend it. But do go and catch it quick, coz there are only three shows left; namely, Friday evening, Saturday matinee and Saturday evening.
Their rendition of "Count on Me, S'pore" in "support" of the IRs is worth the price of admission alone man. And as much as I hate to sya this, much much better than my Blower's Daughter version.
Watching "It Takes Two" confirms what I have been feeling all along.
When I was in New York, I took the trouble to go and discover what makes plays and musicals in Broadway so popular. In the span of one week, I watched about 3 musicals and two plays.(So don't ask me about my night life in New York hor, simi night life?) The one common theme I found is that most Broadway productions showcase the New Yorkian culture. There was nothing "regional" or "international". Just an exposé of their culture.
The locals watch it and identify with it. Foreigners like me watch it to get a feel of what its all about, even if we don't fully comprehend the side-jokes et all. As simple as it sounds, I really think that is what it is all about. Its all about letting people experience your own unique culture. (And not about the New Yorkian culture lah, sheesh)
And "It Takes Two" does just that. Of course, they were funny. But they were funny in our uniquely S'porean way. The locals who watched it liked it not just because it was funny, but also because they can identify with it. And I am sure the French peeps who were amongst the audience tonight enjoyed it too, as they get a taste of true S'porean culture, even though they may not understand some of it (cause there were some Hokkien segments).
I hope the coming Phua Chu Kang musical will be another excellent showcase of S'pore culture. And I hope one day the powers that be will wake up their idea and realise that the best bet is in our own people and that we will stop selling ourselves and our own culture short.
"U didn't believe, u were naive." |
10 May, 2005, Tuesday
Police and Thief
Eh, I will be making a super brief appearance on the finale of Police and Thief tonight, 8.30pm, TCS 5, as a police inspector. (Was on last week's episode too, it seems).
9 May 2005, Monday
May the Force be with us
When I first started blogging, I was kinda amazed at the number of people who had already blogged. And I made a post about it. Well, now I think I was wrong. I think blogging is already bigger than IRC. Way bigger.
So big, I'm beginning to think that in the not so distant future, bloggers will wield some kind of power, some kind of Force. And yes, just like the Force, there will be a Light side, and there will be a Dark side.
There will be the'Seethes' who will write dark seething and angry posts. They will be the purveyors of the Dark side.
There will be the Yogas who will write yoga-like posts that are both cryptic and soothing at the same time. They will try to promote the Lighter side.
And every blogger will soon wield light-pens, and posts with their linked and track-backed comments will be scribble fast and furious directly onto the computer screen. The Seethes will have exclusive rights to the red coloured light-pens and double tipped light-pens. The Yogas and their ilk will favour the more friendly colours like blue, green and purple.
Then one day, a Seethe will write one angry post too many, causing the ever watchful Empire to rise up and shut down the whole blog scene for good. And then they will start to ban every blogger who writes like the Yogas. Unknown to all, all this was actually a devious ploy planned by a palpitating Seethe to subjugate every reader to the Dark side.
But the people will find reading dark seething and angry topics too depressing. Over a calamari breakfast one day, a group of them will decide to form an alliance to rebel against the Seethes. Those gifted in the Force will start to seek out the last of the Yogas who will teach the art of writing cryptic, soothing articles to them.
There will be a great epic struggle for readership, and posts like "Look, I'm your Lao Peh", "This is the not the blog you are looking for", "The one with the hawt metal bikini" will garner record-breaking hits.
The Seethes will then have a no holds barred online debate with the new Yoga-trained bloggers and after a glorious battle, the Yogas will at last prevail and topple the Empire.
May the Force be with us.
Would you follow the Dark Side or Light side? |
3 May 2005, Tuesday
A Nation of Chopers
I don't how, I don't know why, but somehow, we have became a nation of chopers. Actually, I think we were socially conditioned for it as we were growing up.
In our younger days, we start to chope seats for our friends, even when we were in kindergarden. We chope seats so that our buddies can seat next to us and not some ku niang/bully/sissy.
In our school days, we also chope seats. Every year, the first day in school would be a mad rush to chope the seats in the classroom and hope to hell the busybody teacher won't start to re-assign the seats. The kiasu-must-score-straight-As ones will chiong to the front of the class. The can't-be-bothered-pai-kias will rush to seat at the back of the class. The slow pokes then get to chope whatever is left over, or hope fervently the busybody teacher will do something good for once and start to re-assign the seats.
When we hit puberty, we then start to chope seats for the people we want to sit with in lecture theatres. Some were born to chope, some had people to chope for them and some choped in vain. They choped in vain because the
objectperson of their affection refused to seat in the place choped for them.So you see, we really started young. Heck, we even chope when someone in a group farted. Sheesh.
When we started working, we must have missed all the choping nonsense we went through when we were young. I mean, you don't really tell the boss to chope the seat with that nice view for you don't you? So to compensate, we start choping what we can. We chope seats in food courts and hawker centres.
At first, we were coy about it, one person in the group will "jaga" the seats while the rest went and order their food. I mean after all, this cannot be considered as choping right? Then the bolder ones start to experiment with just leaving packets of tissues on their tables and went about their merry way, expecting their choped seats to be still available when they come back.
Guess what, it worked.
And that started the trend of choping tables by tissues, newspapers, umbrellas, envelopes, etc, etc. Sometimes I pity the poor budget tourist who have wandered into the busy food court and plonked himself into an innocently looking empty table, only to be greeted by angry stares when the chopers return and demand their seat back.
The look of bewilderment and indignant on their faces is always a "Gotcha" moment.
Actually, if I am a tourist, I will just grab that new packet of tissue lying on the table, that inviting brolly hanging on the seat and the newspaper with the interesting headline. I will tell all my friends S'pore is actually a very friendly city, there are many kind souls who will leave useful things such as brollies, tissue papers and newspapers for anyone who needs it. :P
That aside, I once heard a story about this guy who was really having a bad day, so he just bo-chap and occupied a choped by tissue paper table. When the lady who had choped the table came back, she tried to explain nicely that she had already choped the table with her tissue paper.
The guy exclaimed loudly,"Your tissue ah? Nah, here's thirty cents, go buy another packet!"
It was said that the guy successfully hijacked the choped seat, for the lady was too pissed and embarrassed to argue further.
You may be surprised to know that I have not yet done this method of choping. Actually now that I lunch alone frequently, I don't chope at all, coz I plan my lunches either very early or very late, so that I don't have to chope. But I think, now, I too may have to resort to this if I have to take lunch during the peak hour. Its chope and or be chopped now.
Or I can always have a few free packets of tissue and eat later. Hmm.
Chope! Who farted?! |
3 May 2005, Tuesday
Ouch! Update!
The good news is that my eye is beginning to look normal. The bad news is the cyst still seems to be there, albeit lots smaller. For the pain I went through, I expect it to be entirely gone, goddaamit!
Furthermore, I had to bear the emotional trauma of seeing dried blood around my eyes for the next three mornings after the operation because my itchy hand went and rubbed my tortured eye during the night.
Its like seeing Sadoko in the mirror man.
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