Fast forward to the 2:33-minute mark because that’s when my segment starts.
It’s a marketing video featuring foreign talents working in Singapore. I’m supposed to be an interactive digital media designer from China. (Shh! Don’t tell people I’m not!) That’s not my voice in the video, by the way.
I blogged about the shoot here. Check it out if you haven’t already!
I just uploaded a YouTube video for the first time in my life. Not that YouTube has been around long enough for that to be a remarkable statement, but you know what I mean.
Anyway, it’s a video clip I’m not extremely proud of, so when I had to fill in the field called “Tags”, I only typed “Qiaoyun” because I don’t want the clip to be searchable and watched by strangers. I’m assuming that nobody would ever do a search for “Qiaoyun” in YouTube because it’s a weird sort of word to begin with.
So. This is a one-minute video of me giving a meaningless self-intro.
You see, I had to e-mail a production house a showreel so I can be shortlisted to go for an audition. But I don’t have a showreel because I’ve been having trouble editing my mpeg2 files (direct recordings of my TV shows) and rendering them into a compressed and viewable form.
To cut the boring technical story short, I had to quickly record an emergency video of myself using my digital camera. The casting lady said I could just shoot a quick-and-dirty self-intro because they just want to see my “video presence”.
So here’s my quick-and-dirty.
If you’re planning to offer up some constructive criticism, please bear in mind that this video isn’t meant to be the least bit entertaining. It’s meant to show how I look on video.
If you’re watching only so you can laugh at me, well, okay, that’s allowed. I do that to other people all the time so I suppose I deserve some retribution.
Have I mentioned how I hate doing self-intros? Yes, I have.
I think I’d drop dead and die if I ever got to watch all the millions of self-intros I’ve done in my life, at production houses and studios. Okay, few hundred is a more accurate number, but the point is that I’ve been doing self-intros all my life and I have yet to reach a point where I feel comfortable giving one.
I just don’t like talking about myself, you know. I mean, verbally. I don’t mind writing about myself, you realise.
Anyway, self-intros suck. Unfortunately, they’re a necessary occupational hazard.
They’re a hazard to me because, like I said, I’d drop dead and die if I ever have to watch any one of them.
Vincent told me he’s watched one of my audition tapes. I think I should kill him for that. You think?