An umbrella for the pregnant lady, thanks

On the second day of my Tisch Asia shoot, we hailed a cab to take us to our shoot location.

The location was 300m away.

I think the cab uncle wasn’t too amused, especially since it took us five minutes to load the vehilcle with film equipment and props. He stood by the side all the while, giving us dark looks.

Maybe he didn’t like us bringing dead plants into his cab.

After dropping us off at our location, he didn’t drive away. He got out of the car and spent five minutes going around it with a cloth, wiping down the passenger seats and the boot.

I swear we didn’t puke or yell or do anything radical or, in fact, do anything at all other than be model taxi passengers.

Well, there was the fact that I was pregnant. About four or five months along, maybe.

But I’m sure pregnant ladies get into cabs all the time and don’t give anyone a hard time, unless you’re talking about women who jump into taxis because their water has broken and their husbands are in Timbuktu or something and they need to get to the hospital pronto but on the way they make a mess in the taxi or, worse, deliver their babies right there and then.

That could be traumatising and, I suppose, understandable if a taxi driver develops a phobia of pregnant women after something like that happens to him.

But I’m sure I didn’t look like I was gonna pop a load anytime soon.

It’s fake, anyway. My foetus is a Mickey Mouse pouch stuffed with cotton wool and secured to my belly with bandages.

The red umbrella is our only insurance against skin cancer during the three-day shoot under the loving caress of the sun’s flaming fingers. I’ve never known Singapore to be this hot.

But I had to put the umbrella down many times, during actual takes and when having light readings taken off me.

Louis (my many-times co-actor), had many scenes lying on the ground. He especially needed the umbrella to avoid having his face barbequed.

The crew also carried umbrellas whenever possible.

It was so hot that an umbrella was needed even in the shade.

And even the camera needed one.

Anyway, since Louis was on the set, I had a little more time to take photos (like when they’re setting him up and don’t need me).

But I took advantage of a brief lull to take a quick self-timered picture of us. I love the timer function.

Then, I moved on to catching people unawares.

It’s weird. Everyone’s wearing some shade of blue. It makes the set so… blue.

Of course, the mood was anything but.

I like the pace set by this team. Not too slow but not breakneck fast, and something’s always happening (unless we were waiting out the rain).

At about 4pm, a thunderstorm suddenly broke so we were forced to wrap for the day.

But we still had one more day to finish up, so I guess it wasn’t too bad.

It’s always nice to dance in the rain right after being barbequed alive.

Perfect way to fall sick, if you’re not already totally cooked.

My actor friend in Mr Singapore

If you’re looking for something to do tomorrow night (TGIF!), why not mosey down to Velvet Dragon?

There’s a Mr Singapore pageant and my actor friend, Louis Fong, is a contestant. Hahahahaha.

It’s kinda hilarious having a friend who’s a Mr Singapore finalist, but I totally support him because he is such a great guy and the most dedicated actor I’ve met in person.


Louis getting into character at a camera rehearsal.

I’ve known Louis for only a year or so and our paths have crossed four times. Two shoots and two acting classes. If you count auditions, that’s five times. Well, Singapore entertainment is a very small industry.


Louis and me at our first shoot together. This was actually a prop photo.

In the time I’ve known him, he constantly amazes me with his determination to hone his craft and I’ve seen how he’s gotten better drastically since the first time I met him at an acting class.

There was this time he shaved his head just to audition for an NS recruit role in a short film. How’s that for dedication?

So, enough plugging. If you’re free, do go support Loius on my behalf. Members of the audience will be given stickers to stick on their favourite contestants, and I think the guy who gets the most stickers wins. Haha. Damn funny!

Event: Mr Singapore
Time: 9:30pm
Venue: Velvet Dragon (Merchant Road – previously Club Momo)
Entry: Free before 10:30pm (or is it 11pm?)
Age Limit: 18 years old and above
Vote For: Louis Fong, contestant no. 4


Topless Louis! Wheeeeee!

When violence is fun

I love, love, love doing short films.

They’re most of the time experimental, usually intense and always very creative. You have to be very creative to tell a good story under 15 minutes.

I almost didn’t accept this particular job because of the script. It was a double-edged sword, actually. I love the script but my role is scary. It involves a lot of violence. And I was afraid I’d get hurt because I have a tendency to throw caution to the wind and neglect my own well-being when filming.

During a shoot, nothing is more important than performance. Injuries can be worried about later. Injuries can heal. Whatever’s captured on screen is forever. You get the picture.

But I decided to accept the role because:

  1. I wanted to be part of this amazing script.
  2. Two of my favourite actor buddies are in it.
  3. Louis (actor) wouldn’t stop raving about Josiah (director).

Josiah preps Louis for a shot:

I’m glad I accepted the role because the shoot was fun despite being very tiring (emotionally demanding) and a little painful (violent scenes). But such an exhilarating experience it gave me.

That’s Louis on picture left and Fish (mosaic-ed to keep the ladies from hyperventilating) on picture right. Looks like a horror film, huh? But it’s not.

To prove it, here’s a happy pose.

Notice how I’ve brightened up the picture to make it look even happier? I’m such a cheat, aren’t I?

Louis “plays cheat” by doing push-ups just before a take to induce panting.

Yes, showbiz is a cheating business. Then again, you probably already know by watching Making Of programmes.

And here’s me pretending again to be in a horror film.

I think I miss being in one. Horror films are so cool to make.

Here, the crew is setting up for the next shot, in which Louis throws me on the floor.

The person on the floor is supposed to be me but, at this moment, someone else is there to test the shot because I’m resting. (Being thrown on the floor is very hard work, you know.)

Actually, I lied. I wasn’t resting. I was busy being the (unofficial) set photographer.

It’s fun taking pictures of men in compromising positions.

The sad thing about short films is that… they’re short. All too soon, production ends and all you’re left with is a memory. A very sweet memory of a talented crew and talented co-actors who gave nothing but their best to bring a vision to life.

Unfortunately, Fish isn’t in this picture because he left early, the bastard.

But he’s a lovable bastard (so don’t kill me).

I’m gonna miss people (once again).