Ok. I am shedding the auntie image. For now, at least.

Right after the non-auntie comatose rollerblader role, my next role is also NOT-AUNTIE and that, for me, means NO FUGLY SPINSTER HAIRDO AND SKANKY MAKEUP.

Yes, I know many of you hate my current hair, too, but I don’t, so bleah to you. =)

I’ve been offered a role in the fourth season of Incredible Tales. No, not ghost again. And not victim. And not somebody’s auntie, either. HAHH.

I play the love interest of the victim of the ghost, so I guess I’m kinda indirectly the victim, too. Which is ok for me. I’ve had enough of being a ghost, for now, of having green light shone in my face and having my voice digitally altered to sound like a hermaphrodite.

Not that I have any regrets. I quite enjoyed filming that ghost story. But I think I should be more pantang and try not to accept any scary roles. Unless it’s a really, really good role.

So, anyway, I *heart* directors who cast me in not-auntie roles! Yay to you and may you strike Toto!

By the way, I have an appearance in tonight’s episode of Channel 8′s Family Matters (9pm). It’s a small role so I only appear in two episodes (last night and tonight) but at least it’s not auntie. Well, not very, anyway.

I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve it, but I seem to be getting more than my fair share of roles requiring me to be bed mates with creepy crawlies.

First, I had to lie on a wet forest floor infested with all kinds of icky insects burrowing among dead leaves.

Second time, I had to lie on a cemetry road owned by whole continents of ants. All kinds of ants. Red, black, brown, tiny ones, giant ones. (And during the times I didn’t have to lie down, the swarms of mozzies had their turn at me.)

And yesterday, I had to roll around and lie on a road covered with milipedes.

I never knew until yesterday that milipedes came in so many different colours. There were black ones, reddish-brown ones, light brown ones, black ones with yellow stripes. Long ones, short ones, baby ones, giant ones.

I only managed to take a photo of one, though. Wanted to take more, including squished ones (there were plenty of those, too) but the director called for me just after I had taken my first picture and I was put to work all the way right up until we left the place.

And then I was a milipede murderer for the rest of the day.

Actually, I can’t say for sure whether I did, or did not, murder any milipedes. But I had to skate on the road the whole morning and there were so many of them going about their merry way on the road, I could have just rolled over any number with no effort.

When I was off my skates, though, I always made sure to look on the ground and step around them carefully.

But despite the milipedes, the shoot was fun. I got to do my own stunts! Not rollerblading stunts, mind. I’m not good enough to do those without making a laughingstock of myself. But I was strapped to the outside of a moving lorry, I was knocked off the lorry, and I tumbled and rolled a few rounds on the road.

I didn’t know I had to do some stunts myself because I had a stuntman body double, so I didn’t do any warm ups. As a result, I am now aching a million places in my body. Even body combat class didn’t make me ache like that.

I also acquired two bruises.

The other bruise is at a place that can’t be shown publicly.

Fortunately, the place where I had to roll around and play comatose on was largely clear of milipedes because the lorry had already driven up and down the road a few times, creating a sizeable number of milipede deaths.

Yep, this is the leadup scene for the show in which I am comatose for five episodes.

I would have enjoyed the shoot much, much more if there hadn’t been any milipedes, and the rollerblades they gave me hadn’t been three sizes too big for me. But that’s just the story of my life.

Tuesday nights are blogging nights because WoW servers are down for maintenance. But it’s kind of ironic that I’m blogging on this Tuesday night. I haven’t even been playing much WoW the past week or so.

Last week, I had an acting class graduation performance to prepare for and I was focused on that all week.

Oh, I haven’t mentioned I’m attending acting classes at Dream Forest Studios. Have just completed eight weeks of intermediate level acting and am waiting for the advanced class to start.

I should have taken more photos on “graduation night” but taking photos was the furthest thing from my mind, so I only managed to get one with my wonderfully dedicated acting coach.

Anyway, acting class is fun. It’s too bad there aren’t any indefinitely long-term acting classes in Singapore like there are in the USA.

A Hollywood acting coach whose workshop I attended a few months back told us that an actor should always be in acting class, if only to “keep in shape”. Kind of like how athletes constantly exercise their muscles. 

Singers and dancers constantly practise with their coaches, too, so why not actors?

Another thing that’s been keeping me away from WoW is Desperate Housewives.

I know, I’m a bit late, but I just acquired Season 1 and have gone through 17 episodes in four days. If it were up to me, I would have finished watching all 23 episodes in two days (it’s that nice) but the Goonfather has been in competition with me for the air waves in the room.

He likes to turn on the room TV when I’m watching DH on my computer.

The annoying thing is that he doesn’t even concentrate on the TV show. He likes to turn it on and imagine that he’s watching it while he’s playing PSP. I think he feels good to imagine that he’s multi-tasking.

I don’t know how anyone can hear ANYTHING with Desperate Housewives blaring through computer speakers, HBO booming out of bigass room speakers and suicidal lemmings squealing from PSP speakers, all at the same time.

I am so envious of lemmings.

I started watching Desperate Housewives because my acting coach said the actresses in the show make very good acting choices in interpreting the scripts. So I decided to watch and learn. Not that I’m not already trying to learn something every time I watch a movie. (Sometimes I lose track of movie plots because I’m concentrating too much on the acting and cinematography.) 

Anyway, it’s great to be able to say that I’m “watching TV” because people have been complaining about me being an actress who doesn’t watch TV.

But people don’t know that the reason I stopped watching TV is because I get so addicted. Like I am now addicted to Desperate Housewives. What a brilliant show! I even sacrificed WoW time to watch it. Wow.

Alright. I have succeeded in totally not blogging about what I had started out to. In fact, I had planned to blog about WoW since three blogs ago but each time I start writing, something else just presses it’s way in.

How rude.

By the way, wearing Birkenstocks on a daily basis has given me an awful callus on my right heel, even when I use a heel cream twice a day. That’s sad because I really love my Birki’s and have been thinking of acquiring another pair.

I can’t be a foot model now!

Humans are annoyingly fragile and vulnerable. Damn.

I’m going to try an experiment today. I shan’t say what it is because then it won’t work, will it?

Ok, let’s put that experiment aside for now and think happy thoughts for me.

See, I’ve been trying out this thing called  ”positive thinking” for years, but it doesn’t seem to be working. I haven’t achieved the goals I believed I would achieve.

So I figure I need help. Maybe if lots of people helped me think positive thoughts, it might work.

Let’s do a positive think swap. I think positive for you, you think positive for me. Tell me what you wish for in life and I’ll think it for you whenever I can, how about that?

It’s kinda like prayer, if you must. People believe that the more people pray for the same thing, the likelihood of it happening increases.

I’m not a religious person, so I go for new-age mumbo jumbo such as positive thinking.

~ Watch Singapore Dreaming ~

Now, what you need to think for me is very simple. Think that I’m going to be a famous actress. Simple.

Part of the fame thing is vanity. Who doesn’t want to be famous? Ok, I know many who don’t, but for every 10 people who don’t, maybe a hundred others do (but also bearing in mind that fame exacts high prices, too.)

The other part is that I want to work. I want to perform good roles in good productions every day of my life. 

I have put in a lot of effort, swallowed a lot of pride, endured being treated like a third-class citizen without complaint and always with a smile, for years, but the jobs I want aren’t coming. So I think fame will help.

Of course, it’s a chicken and egg thing. Fame won’t come without first getting that BIG JOB. But BIG JOBS don’t happen to unfamous nobodies.

Something has to come first. I’ve tried working my way up from scratch and it’s not working, so I’ve decided to change my goal from simply getting good roles to being famous. It’s a mind power thing, see. It’s ultimately the same goal, but huge ripples can be caused by tiny mind shifts.

Don’t ask me to do a Steven Lim, ok. I want to be a serious actress. I want to win serious awards with my acting.

I want to spend six months working on one role, creating it, living it, perfecting it, instead of doing two zillion insignificant roles over two months and enduring countless audition calls and rejections.

Watch Singapore Dreaming. Watch Singapore Dreaming. Watch Singapore Dreaming. Watch Singapore Dreaming. Watch Singapore Dreaming. Watch Singapore Dreaming. Watch Singapore Dreaming. Watch Singapore Dreaming. Watch Singapore Dreaming. Watch Singapore Dreaming. Watch Singapore Dreaming. Watch Singapore Dreaming. Watch Singapore Dreaming. Watch Singapore Dreaming. Watch Singapore Dreaming. Watch Singapore Dreaming.

I want to have multitudes of people come watch me perform.

~ WATCH SINGAPORE DREAMING ~

It hurts to work so hard for years only to get rejected on a daily basis.

It hurts when people invite me to audition for extra parts. I have to be famous so that won’t ever happen again.

Well, things are going to change because I have been attending acting classes and reading acting books and getting people to positive think for me.

If hard work and lots of positive thinking don’t do it for me, I’m going to have to take up a case against the Forces That Be, whatever they may be.

By the way, Singapore Dreaming is premiering this Thursday so bring your whole family to it because it’s a great movie. And because I’m in it.

Mainly because it’s a great movie.

My tiny two-scene role isn’t anything to write home about, although it’s nice to be part of the movie. I’m a big fan of Colin Goh and felt unbelievably honoured to be chosen as part of his cast. Or maybe it was his wife and co-director, Woo Yen Yen, who gave me a vote, which is just as well because she’s an unbelievably sweet person. I don’t know, because both of them auditioned me together.

The Goonfather is also a huge Colin Goh fan. He’s got a copy of the Coxford Singlish Dictionary lying around at home. Nanny Wen drove us all crazy one day by reading aloud all the hokkien swear words in it with her banana accent. It was, I believe, a very educational day for her.

So, go watch Singapore Dreaming.

I know you will because my subliminal advertising is just brilliant and it has injected into you the inexplicable urge to go watch the movie. Hasn’t it?

~ !!!!Watch Singapore Dreaming!!!! ~

Also, please remember to positive think for me.

How nice you are.