As a citizen of the blogosphere, I once again find myself obliged to perform my yearly civic duty.

It’s meme time. Wootage.

I try not to get too invovled in this crazy meme game that bloggers have going, so I only get tagged like once a year. Which is GREAT. Please keep it that way. Thank you very much.

This “fashion meme” is a week late in coming but I’m sure sexy Shelly will forgive me.

Your three favourite colours for clothes: White, light blue and black, in that order. I’m boring, yeah. Who cares. I look better in those colours so I’m being smart. I also love cerise-coloured clothes but Elyxia and Nanny Wen swear that I look horrible in that colour so I’m never allowed to buy clothes in that colour.

Your accessory weakness: Boots, I guess. Must always have boots. My first pair of boots were Doc Martens, when I was 16. I haven’t stopped liking boots since then. But that only goes for boots with no heels or chunky/rugged heels. I hate stiletto heels.

Your favourite gem: I don’t really know. They all look the same to me so call me a gem idiot. I guess I’m more into colours. I’m attracted to pastel colours like pale pink, pale blue, pale purple, so if any gem comes in that colour, I’ll probably like it. But I probably won’t wear it because…

Your must have jewellery: I hate wearing jewellery. I have two diamond rings and two diamond necklaces which I never ever wear except to auditions when I need to look old. Well, but I like costume jewellery if that counts. I love necklaces and bracelets featuring organza ribbons. How can anyone not?

Your favourite clothing: JHSU. (Thanks to my perverted bunch of gamer friends, you know who you are.)

Your watch: I don’t wear one cos I don’t think it’s worth the money. Most watches are ugly and I can tell the time on my hand phone.

Your favourite pair of jeans: A pair of 3/4 jeans with a fake tweety bird picture on the back pocket. Very cheap, I think, like $10 or $15.

Your favourite designer: Can’t afford designer stuff. Even if I could afford them, I couldn’t wear them because they’re made for busty or big-sized women. I prefer street fashion. And if had two hundred bucks, I’d rather buy 10 items of cheap clothing than blow it all on one designer item. Then again, I suppose I wouldn’t say that if I had Paris Hilton’s income. Who knows?

And that’s the end of this meme.

And I’m not tagging anyone because I think the whole world has already been tagged and there’s no one else left to be tagged.

But if anyone wants to volunteer, send me an email and we can arrange something.

The first time I got Aids was in the year 2004. (Technically HIV, but Aids is easier to say.) I was cast in a student short film as a wilful teenager who runs away from home to be with a bad boy who gives her Aids.

The shoot was cool because it was my first time getting Aids. And the first time, they say, is always the best.

The second time, I gave myself Aids.

In May 2004, I was conned into taking part in the Channel U reality TV show, The Next Big Thing.

During the qualifying round, I had to perform a three-minute gig of my choice. I wrote my own monologue and performed my own song. I guess I was inspired by the work I did in that student short film, so I devised a performance about a girl who gets Aids.

That performance was very well-received.

After that, I had to wait a whole year before getting Aids again. My third time was for an educational video commissioned by the Health Promotion Board.

I played this girl who gets picked up by a handsome bloke at a party. After some idle talk, we proceed to make out in a quiet room but, before we can get too deep into it, I get a vision in my head of myself getting Aids and crying hysterically. That, of course, puts a damper on the festives so I ask Mr Handsome to get lost or else.

By this time, the novelty had worn off. I was sick and tired of getting Aids.

But, last month, I was offered a leading role in yet another educational Aids video by the HPB. I couldn’t reject this one because the production house had done some high profile work and I thought it would be a good idea to work with them. Besides, the video was to be made like a TV drama so that’s cool.

Of course, the fact that I was asked to play an 18-year-old made the decision easier. We don’t often get cast as 18-year-olds, do we?

May, the stylist, gave me curly hair for some of the scenes (at the director’s request) without making me look older, like how curly hair always does to me. She’s wonderful, and I enjoyed playing the role very much.

I had the pleasure of acting opposite Louis, an actor whom I met last year at a very intensive acting workshop. During the shoot, we were able to connect and understand each other very well as we applied what we had learned together.

It was an amazing experience and I don’t regret doing it, never mind being typecast as The Aids Girl or whatever. Who cares.

But I think that’s about enough times. People are going to start wondering why I keep getting Aids but I’m not dead yet.

No, wait. You know what?

Cast me in a feature film as the Aids girl next. I’ve gotten it before and I’m really good at it.

Nanny Wen is a weirdo.

But she’s a sweet weirdo because she made me lunch and brought it to my house today (she lives about 10 minutes’ walk away).

Let me start from the beginning.

A few months ago, while we were hanging out at McDonald’s one day, she got a cut on a finger or something like that. Of course, I offered her a plaster. They call me Mini Watsons because I carry something for every emergency in a little pouch.

I said, “I got plaster. You want?”

Nanny Wen stared at me for three seconds before shaking her head with a doubtful expression on her face.

“Your plaster Hello Kitty one. I dowan.”

“What’s wrong with Hello Kitty plaster?? It’s expensive okay!”

*shake head*

Fast forward a month or so.

We were riding down an escalator when she got another cut or something, I can’t remember.

I said, “You want Hello Kitty plaster?”

“Noooooooooooooo!”

I don’t know what’s up with her. A plaster is a plaster is a plaster wat. Especially when you have a wound needing to be protected. So what’s wrong with Hello Kitty?

Fast forward again. Back to today.

She brought me lunch in a MANGO paper bag. When I looked inside, what do I see?

HELLO KITTY LUNCH BOX!

She who rejected my Hello Kitty plasters owns a Hello Kitty lunch box! Hah.

Actually, she also owns a Hello Kitty umbrella, which she carried to my house some weeks back when it was raining.

In her own defence, she said, “Plasters are permanently stuck on you wat. Lunch box can hide one corner, nobody can see.”

HUH?

Well, regardless, she’s a sweet and talented weirdo. Her chicken rice was yummy.

She’s now sleeping on my bed when she should be studying.

Sweet, talented, naughty weirdo. Tsk.