It wasn’t as bad as I thought, Sitex. There was actually room to walk around without having to get intimate with anyone’s elbow or shoulder.

I have always tried to stay far far away from such events. I would even emigrate to Siberia if I had to, just to avoid crazy Singaporeans, because one of the scariest things in life to encounter is a Singaporean at a sale.

But sometimes I would get forcibly dragged to such an event by a geek boyfriend and I would be traumatised for the rest of the day, and I would swear never to let it happen again.

Today, for the first time in my life, I voluntarily went to Sitex. I needed to get some memory cards and check out laptops.

One of the first things I saw was a queue.

I couldn’t see the head of the queue so I didn’t know what these people were queueing for.

I asked the Goonfather, “What are they queueing for?”

“I don’t know. Do you want to queue up, too?” he asked.

“Dotdotdot,” I told him.

We continued walking around. I was looking out for booth babes to photograph but I didn’t see any.

“Sitex is boring,” I announced. “There are no booth babes. No wonder I haven’t seen any photos of Sitex babes on the net.”

“Got lah. Sitex got booth babes.”

“Where? I don’t see any.”

“You go check HardwareZone.”

Apparently, someone is very well-informed about booth babes.

“I mean in here! I don’t see any booth babes here.”

“They’re having dinner.”

Riiiiight.

Anyway, it was very very unexciting, so I kept my camera.

At closing time, we bought a laptop. From this place.

Because the evil uncle tempted us with a $160 discount if we paid by Nets.

Asus. Rock Solid. Heart Touching. (Says the company’s slogan. I always wonder about the people who come up with slogans and the people who approve them.)

We got an Asus F8Sv.

First laptop I’ve owned in my life! (Technically speaking, the Goonfather owns it cos he paid for it. But we’re sharing it. So, don’t care lah. I’m holding it, so it’s mine! Bwahahaha.)

I have felt very suaku for the longest time because I’ve never owned a laptop. But my suaku days are over! Yay!

And my SDHC memory cards! These I paid for myself, so they’re very legitimately mine!

Don’t you just love shopping? =)

Then again, I think everyone loves different things.

For instance…

Will the owner of this car please own up?!

*lol*

We saw this car parked just outside Expo as we were leaving the place.

Crazy Singaporeans!

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Six weeks ago, I auditioned for a role in a theatre production. Three actors got the job and I was one of them. Woohoo. What a happy occasion because I hardly get theatre roles.

And then Jack jumped out of the box and punched me in the face.

I had to write my own script.

For a solo performance.

(The production is made up of three solo performances.)

Ouch.

An insane fear gripped me. Elation at getting the job evolved into a monster that gnawed at my intestines.

I may be a good writer, in general, and even have a passing knowledge of scriptwriting techniques, but I hardly think I’m qualified to write a script good enough for a paying crowd. (If I were, I would be churning them out and making money.)

And I hate monologues. I must have mentioned that somewhere in my blog before. Probably more than once. Monologues just kill me.

Of course, I tried not to show the fear. One must always appear confident and in control in front of one’s employers. But whether or not the fear is well-hidden is another matter altogether. Some directors are so perceptive they can see right through makeup, skin and bone, right into the marrow of your soul.

I was tempted to opt out of the production. But of course I didn’t.

I’ve done amazing things before. Like cough out a 3,000-word essay discussing the sanity of Jean-Paul Sartre in one night. And after performing amazing feats like that, I can never remember how they happened. They just did.

Humans are apparently capable of more than is apparent. So I’m always accepting projects beyond my apparent capability, hoping that my proverbial muse will possess me in the nick of time and do all the work and save my sorry skin.

So it was with this mindset that I accepted this scary project. It’s not every day I get a chance to perform in a theatre production. If I pass up this opportunity, I might as well make a quick phone call now and have myself measured for a nice Brazilian rosewood coffin.

After that, I stressed over it every chance I got. I mentally brainstormed ideas while jogging, I scribbled thoughts while commuting on the MRT, I emo-ed to the Goonfather on a daily basis about how stressed I was.

One month later, I finally completed my first draft.

Relief. Mixed with a bit of shame over how long it took me.

But you can’t imagine the relief.

I went for my first rehearsal today. It was part script discussion and reading, part acting training to work on areas I’m weak at.

My mentor-director gave me a lot of food for thought, a lot of ideas. I wish he could rewrite the script for me because he has all the tools and experience and know-how. But it’s my challenge and my responsibility so it seems he can’t do that.

Before today, I was really pleased with my script. But it’s like that. When you’re elated over completing a gargantuan task, it will always look like a pot of gold to you at the moment.

Now I think my script is junk because there were so many things I didn’t consider and so many ways in which it can be improved. Ok, it’s not totally junk. It has some good points but it’s not good enough to work, on the whole.

So, back to the stressing board. I mean drawing board. Writing board. Whatever.

I’m going batty nuts psycho because the performance is two weeks from now.

Hahahahahaa! (psychotic laughter)

Now would be a really good time to get hysterical for my muse to show up and perform a miracle. But the way things work, I think she will let me stew in my own sweat for a week first, and then jump in when I’m teetering over the edge of insanity from desperation and panic. Muses are like that. They like to screw with your mind. But I guess it’s better than if they don’t appear at all.

What the hell. I’m an actress but here I am stressing over being a playwright. Where is the justice?

Besides this project, I also concurrently have other projects and tasks to stress over. So I’m even stressing over which project to stress over first.

Can’t blame a girl for getting a bit psychotic.

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Day 16

Name of outfit: Guitar Heroine

Self-Rating:

Destination: Photoshoot by Justyn Olby

Notes: I decided to do a proper Guitar Hero fashion shoot with a proper location and a proper photographer. It’s fun! My bedroom shoot just didn’t cut it.

It was by chance that Justyn and I had the same idea that day. He had chosen a largely white location. I had put on a largely white outfit. We didn’t have time to find another location so we made do. But, you know what, I quite like the effect.

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My third BackStage.com article is up. Check it out.

I don’t really like it because I find it a bit didactic. But the editor wanted my story to make a point instead of letting it just be a story, and this was the best I could come up with while juggling an impossible schedule.

But I guess it’s good enough since it got published. So, I hope you like it at least a little!

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Advertorial

Last night, I was ranting to a friend about the sorry state of Singapore’s entertainment industry.

He asked me whether I thought I was in a position to change that. The first response that crossed my mind was “yes, I’m a little drop of water, but every drop of water makes the mighty ocean”.

But as I thought further, my answer became “no”. I realised that my drop of water is, in effect, being rejected by the ocean. And if I’m not even in the ocean, how am I supposed to change anything?

Kind of depressing, so I thought I should think about something happier, instead.

Something I can do to make a difference.

And that something is Project Postcard. It’s the latest initiative by Singapore Tourism Board to promote tourism.

You see, I think all Singaporeans should help promote tourism. Tourism helps our economy, which in turn helps us!

So, to play my part and make a difference, I’m blogging about it! I want more foreigners to visit Singapore! More visitors means more happy retailers, which means increased advertising budgets, which means more modelling jobs for me! Haha!

Speaking of which, here’s a bit of trivia: My very first modelling job was for a Haw Par Villa brochure, eons ago. Hahaha. I can’t stop laughing thinking about my early modelling days.

Anyway, back to the topic at hand. Besides blogging about this, I’m also sending e-cards to my foreign friends. That’s a lot of difference I’m making, ok?!

Of course, the fact that there are prizes up for grabs for both senders and recepients has nothing to do with it! Really!

I wouldn’t mind getting all that, though! ;)

The process is quite fun, actually. You get to select an avatar and dress it up (although the selection is a bit limited).

Then choose a postcard design and type a message!

Easy, and very cool!

Here’s another one I made.

And now, a special offer!

I’m offering to send an e-card to anyone who wants one! Woohoo! That is, anyone who doesn’t live in Singapore. Otherwise, it wouldn’t make sense, would it?

Just let me know you want one in the comments. And make sure the e-mail address you type is valid!

Offer good till 30 November, 2007.

Oh, yes.

Physical postcards are also available. And they’re free! With pre-paid postage! If that isn’t a good deal, I don’t know what is. There are eight different designs and this is one of them:

I wonder where they found this pair of loving steps. So nice!

Physical postcards can be found at Guardian, SingPost, McCafe, foreign clubs/schools/embassies, hotels and attractions, Singapore Visitor Centres and ZoCard free card racks.

Well, I think it’s a great project. To find out more, zip over to the Project Postcard website!

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