Finally.

Someone in MediaCorp decided to give me a chance and cast me as a not-auntie, for once.

Although it’s a very small role (eight scenes, five of which I am comatose in), I very much enjoyed acting it.

The scenes (in which I’m not comatose) challenged my acting chops.

The sub-plot involving me is sweet and romantic.

I get to sleep on the job (literally).

I get to rollerblade (scene still unfilmed).

And I get to look like this:

(Now I bet someone is going to tell me that I look auntie here, too.)

Two things I love as an actress. Cool costumes and special effects makeup. I consider myself in heaven when acting in roles that require those because I get this non-stop adrenaline rush throughout the entire shoot (even when I’m made to sleep on the job).

This very small (but still meaty) role was a breath of fresh air for my sad career. I hope there’s more fresh air coming my way (after I cut my hair).

In my last blog, I mentioned that I was going to stop going to auditions. But I keep getting invited to them and it’s a bad career move to reject auditioners, so I had to go.

Not that it’s a bad thing. There were some pretty nice roles up for grab. Results still unknown.

But, whatever happens, I’m taking it easy.

If I get jobs, good.

If I don’t, I play WoW.

That, I think, is a mighty great plan.

I forgot to watch TV again.

You’d think I would remember a simple thing like that. Watch TV every night at 9pm.

(I have to watch myself on TV so I can learn from all my ugly mistakes.)

But I’ve missed three episodes so far, since the series started.

There I am, sitting in front of my computer (which is also my TV), doing stuff, and it totally doesn’t cross my mind to turn the TV on.

Not that I look forward to watching the daily episodes. I look so auntie in the series it scares me. It wouldn’t be so bad if I’m supposed to look auntie. But I’m not.

I’m supposed to be a modern, even fashionable, career woman. Instead, I look like a sad old spinster who was cryogenically frozen in 1979 and just got revived.

Curls are my nemesis. Unfortunately, it’s the only way they ever know to make me look older.

I think they teach this equation in hair-styling school: Curly hair = Older

That’s fine and good. But what I don’t understand is why they won’t stop trying to make me look older already. It just keeps happening. It’s been happening since I was, like, 19.

“You look too young for this role, let’s make you look older.”

“Bring out the curling tongs!”

What is freaking up with that? Cast someone else who looks the age, for goodness’ sake. Leave my hair be and give me a role that doesn’t require me to look older than I look.

I feel like a victim in a conspiracy theory.

And I am seriously fed up, so I’m going to take a long break before I kill myself in frustration. I shall stop going to auditions and accepting more auntie roles.

Maybe in two months or so, I’ll be able to cut my hair, and cut it so short that nobody will be able to do anything to it and they’ll have to leave it be.

Hah!

By the way, the Goonfather gave me a digital camera for my birthday (yay) so we all don’t have to put up with texty blogs and WoW screenshots anymore (yay).

Since I can take photos again, I will once again pepper this blog with endless photos of my favourite subject.

Me!

Kidding.

I meant Scruffy.

Scruffy got a haircut recently and now looks like an oversized chihuahua.

Hmmm. I just realised that I don’t have a picture of him without the bag because he looks cuter in the bag. He has this bewildered “what the heck” look which he does so well.

I think maybe he enjoys sitting in a bag under a table because he has feet to look at.  

Plenty of feet.

Plenty of EVIL feet!

And the evil person who put Scruffy in the bag is Nanny Wen, Scruffy’s new nanny.

Then again, considering that Nanny Wen put her bag at risk of being peed all over by Scruffy, just so she can take him out, probably makes her not so evil.

She doesn’t look evil, anyway. From the back, at the least.

And Scruffy seems to enjoy the ride very much, so we’ll give her the benefit of doubt for now.

And that’s all for today’s show and tell. Thank you for reading.

My gamer friend Chak tells me that I’m on TV.

I think I ought to watch more TV because I never know when I’m on. It’s always:

“Hey, I saw you on TV just now!”

“You did?”

And I’m, like, racking my brains trying to think what it could be.

Anyway, the current one is the Channel 8 drama, Measure of Man, showing at 9pm on weeknights. It’s the one where I play a vice president of a bank, a role I had much difficulty with because, on my first day at the studio, I had to keep going back to the makeup unit to redo my hair and the wardrobe unit to change my clothes.

Each trip was about a 10-minute walk to and fro and I had to do it about four times before the director was satisfied that I looked old enough for the part. Actually, I think it still wasn’t all that satisfactory in the end, but the day was slipping by and we had to shoot.

I appear in 16 episodes (out of 20) but in most of them, I only have about five minutes (or less). So don’t bother trying to catch me in it unless you actually want to watch the show. It’s a pretty good show.

I have four scenes tonight, so tonight’s the night if you want to catch more than a fleeting glimpse of me.

Oh, and Happy National Day. =)

Today, the Goonfather said to me, “You’re evil.

“I read your blog and you made me tempted to play WoW.”

So my jaw hung open a little as I stared at him for a good measure of time. And then I gave him the narrow eye.

I said, “That’s crazy, because all I talked about in my blog was the graphics. And you, YOU were the one complaining about WoW graphics. You hate the graphics, remember?”

The Goonfather is silly like that. Which is why he’s called the Goonfather, incidentally.

About a month ago, he reactivated his EverQuest 2 (EQ2) account because all our friends were going back to EQ2. A new expansion pack, Kingdom of Sky (KoS), had just come out, which allows your character to gain alternate advancement levels. If you don’t buy the expansion, you are, to put it simply, gimped, and wasting your time playing EQ2.

Mr Goon didn’t buy KoS because he’s saving up to buy his RX8 (which will probably happen when the cows come home). Also, at the same time, he was contemplating buying a PlayStation Portable (PSP), something he’d been contemplating a very, very long time (about as long as Rip Van Winkle slept).

So, for the Goonfather, the choice situation was something like this:

1. Get KoS (because I can’t play EQ2 without it).

2. Get PSP (because my reservist is coming up and I need it to bring to camp).

3. Don’t get either and just save the money (for when the cows come home).

My advice was: Get KoS because it’s cheaper than PSP and certainly much cheaper than an RX8. Also so that you’ll quit bugging me about being bored.

Most logical, I would think.

Every day, I said to him, “Get KoS for goodness’ sake and stop brooding.”

Every day, he said, “Noooooooo! I must resist the dark side!”

After two weeks of that, what do you know, he bought KoS, a few days before his reservist.

It was a ding gratz moment. I was happy for him. I was happy for me. Peace at last.

Two days after that, the Goonfather came to me smiling like a sunflower.

“I bought my PSP!” he proclaimed.

I was, like, “HELLO?! You just got KoS!!”

“Yeah, but I need something to bring to reservist. I can’t bring KoS.”

“Yeah, but your ass is so going to be in debt.”

“Yeah, but KoS is for playing at home. PSP is for the MRT and reservist.”

How do you argue with logic like that?

And here comes the best part.

The Goonfather has had the PSP for, I don’t know, three weeks now, and he has been playing it like it’s going to grow wings and fly away.

He plays PSP even at home.

I say to him, “Stop playing PSP! Go and play EQ2! You’re at home now! PSP is for playing outside!”

His reply: “Ya, but PSP is so fun!”

Another goon logic I cannot refute.

After a few days of my nagging, he’s come up with a brilliant plan.

He’s taken to playing both the PSP and EQ2 at the same time. How he does that, I don’t know. He sits in front of his computer screen where his EQ2 character is running away from mobs, while playing the PSP propped above his keyboard.

I have witnesses.

He is such a goon.

To make matters worse, of course, he has to tell me today that he wants to play WoW, now.

And then, he said, “I’m going to sing you the WoW song!”

And he sang, “Who let the orcs out! WoW WoW WoW WoW!”

Drown me.