I am the TV commercial queen this month.
Okay, so mine aren’t big brand award winning commercials, but we all have to start somewhere.
It seems, though, that I am doomed to be typecast as a pregnant woman, young mother or teacher I’ve done so many of those in the past year.
I don’t get it. Directors and producers keep complaining that I look too young, but they continue to cast me in older roles, and then go on to complain that I look too young.
Why aren’t I cast in younger roles more, then?
Not that I’m upset. A role is a role and I’m happy as hell. Like I was telling Vamp the other day, it’s okay if I get typecast as an auntie as long as I get many good jobs. There are popular aunties in Singapore wat.
Yesterday, I filmed my third commercial this month. I’m on a commercial roll!
I hope the roll rolls on into 2006.
So, yesterday, I was teacher to a bunch of pre-teens for this product called Toyo Klic Correction Pen.
According to the storyboard, I was supposed to be this stern-looking teacher with short hair and specs (a bit like my “I Not Stupid Too” look) but I don’t know why they changed their minds and made me look like this, instead:
Not much different from my regular self.
The kids complained to the producer that I don’t look like a teacher. I look more like their elder sister.
But I don’t think they really minded.
I think I have a look that says to kids: “Please climb all over my head.” Because they always do just that.
Yesterday’s bunch was no different. They just wouldn’t quit making fun of me.
“Teacher! Your handwriting very “nice” hor?!”
“Teacher! How come you don’t know how to write the maths formula?!”
“Teacher! Why you don’t look like teacher one?!”
One of the girls kept calling me a barbie doll.
But, you know, I think they love me because I play along with them and I don’t scold them. And I can make them laugh without even doing a thing.
I can be standing still and soundless in front of them, but with my back towards them so I’m facing the whiteboard, and they can still find it funny.
Kids are really weird people. Honestly, I don’t remember ever being that weird. But I do remember making fun of my teachers. Poor teachers. Thou art noble!
Yes. It was very bright yesterday. Fake sunlight.
Heatless, fake sunlight, which didn’t help much when we were freezing our butts off from the morgue-temperature central airconditioning.
By the way, we filmed that at NAFA Campus 3 and my car park ticket was almost $17.
Major ouch. I should have taken the MRT.