Here are more photos as promised.

After the hooha over that photo in my previous post, I’m afraid this batch is going to be disappointing.

But one can’t make an impression all the time, can one?

These are taken by my friend Danon in the evening/night without professional lighting, so they’re a little blur and underexposed. But I like that very much because my flaws don’t show up as much, haha. I love his framing, nevertheless.

Need to get some clearer pictures soon for work, though. So I’ll have to hound Danon some more and get him to shoot me in the day. Soon!

So, Stress Week is over and it’s now Feel Empty Week.

Especially since I pulled out all the stops to prepare for last Saturday’s Shakespeare audition.

I spent a day reading all the possible Shakespeare monologues to pick out my audition pieces, went online and sought advice from theatre practitioners, paid the National Library $21 so I could borrow Shakespeare videos to watch, borrowed books on performing Shakespeare to read and spent an entire week reading nothing but Shakespeare-related material, spent $203 to attend a Shakespeare workshop, refined my performance by taping and watching myself and slowly ironing out the kinks day by day.

One reason I put in so much effort for this audition was that I didn’t want to make a fool of myself since I’m quite new to theatre and I’ve forgotten how to play Shakespeare.

The other reason was that I wanted very much to get a part in the play. But I didn’t have any grand illusions that I would actually get anything. The main thing was still that I did not make a fool of myself and waste the auditioners’ time.

I don’t think I did very well at the audition but at least I don’t think my performance was cringe-worthy, either.

Half of me is very pleased with myself for having surmounted this intimidating task of taking my first step into the “elitist” realm of theatre. The other half of me is very disappointed that I didn’t impress the director enough. They didn’t call me back for the second round of auditions which was held yesterday.

Thus the feeling of emptiness. After putting in so much effort, nothing.

But I’m not saying I wasted my time or anything like that. Whatever hard work I did in the past week, I did also as preparation for future auditions to come. I’m just disappointed because it’s a play I really love and it would be swell to be a part of it.

Well, one good thing that came out of this is I got some nice photographs. I had to submit a recent photo for the audition so my friend, Danon, gave me an emergency photoshoot. His Workaholicness was kind enough to squeeze out a few hours of his precious time to shoot me.

Here’s one from the series. More later.

If I had a gun, I’d walk over to my neighbour’s house and start shooting me some people.

Farking asinine maggot farts! Must they do the loud stuff at 9.30 in the morning? It’s not enough that they’ve been renovating their uglyshit house for MONTHS already, they have to start their power sawing and power drilling at bloody NINE in the MORNING when there are people just one wall away still in happy dreamland. And not just once, not just twice, but, like, EVERY OTHER BLOODY DAY. For MONTHS!

I swear if I had a gun, I’d go shoot all their sorry asses and put holes in all their property.

Maybe that’s why guns are outlawed in Singapore. But I think the government should, instead, outlaw inconsiderate people with fart for brains.

When the fark are they going to finish their stupid renovations it’s not like they live in a farking palace for fark’s sake. Bloody monkey ass retards.

Now they’ve put me in such a bad mood I can’t work on my Shakespeare monologues for this Saturday’s audition. And I was taken out by gastric flu the whole of Tuesday and half of Wednesday. All that precious time gone!! How to go audition like that?! Life is so fucked up I don’t see why I shouldn’t just shoot myself.

A gun, a gun, my kingdom for a GUN!

Can someone give me a gun for Christmas? (And a box of bullets.) And I mean a real gun, all you bloody jokers.

And they’re still farking drilling away. FARKING LOUD LAH!!!

Bloody neighbours.

Why does this always happen? Everything likes to come all at once. Don’t you hate when that happens?

I have writing assignments to do, costume fittings and shoots to attend, audition monologues to prepare, acting workshop homework to do and new photographs to take asap.

And the deadlines must all be crammed so tight they can fit in a toenail!

WALAUEH *WAILS*

The past two months, I was so free I was literally sitting on my butt 24/7, surfing the net and playing computer games. Why can’t events ever get spaced out evenly throughout the year?

This November is a super sucky month.

First half of the month – plagued with bad luck and sad events that plunged me into the ultimate depths of depression (which I haven’t even finished climbing out of yet).

Second half of the month – depression has to take a back seat because I’m suddenly crammed with deadlines (which some may consider a good thing but crammy deadlines suck big time, ok?)

Anyway, this means that long, self-absorbed blogs are out of the equation for the next week or two.

So… go gawk at someone else while I straighten up my life.

But come and visit once every few days, anyway. =P

OMG I just realised I haven’t played WoW in, like, 2 weeks. Or is it 3 weeks?

Wow.

Goodbye long hair.

Hello short hair.