CASTING CALL

We are currently opening a casting call for a thesis short film titled ‘In Labour’. Workshops and rehearsals will begin late December while the shoot is scheduled to commence at first week of February 2010.

We are looking for:

‘Zoe’
• Female, 28-35 years old
• Works in the photocopy shop in Singapore
• Speaks Malaysian-accented Mandarin, Cantonese and Bahasa Melayu

‘Purple’
• Female, 25-32 years old
• Study-mama working in Singapore
• Chinese accented Mandarin, and any dialect preferably

‘Ibu’
• Female, early 50s to mid 60s
• Landlord and motherly figure to Zoe and Purple
• Speaks Bahasa Melayu
• Preferably stout and plump

‘Ah Yi’
• Male, 9-12 years old
• Purple’s son, studying in Singapore
• Chinese accented Mandarin

‘Old man’
• Male, late 60s onwards
• Speaks Mandarin

Acting experience preferred but not required.
Audition period: 25th October- 3rd December 09

Please make an appointment or contact us for any enquiries.
Contact: Norma (96261359)/Kimberly (90909035)|Email: psofilms@gmail.com

Thank you.

1 more to make it 10.

Once in awhile, I like to put up a list of things I need to do.

1. Thesis Paper on the relevance of social and cultural context in the cinematic city.
2. TVC storyboard and pitch this week. Shooting in 3 weeks.
3. Directing Exercise with the Musical Theatre students. Shooting in 2 weeks.
4. Post Production for Documentary module, due in 3 weeks.
   
5. Funding proposal for thesis film, due in 2 weeks.
6. Casting opens for thesis film starts this week.
7. Script drafts for thesis film.
8. Pre-production meetings for my thesis film and 2 other Thesis films that I'm ADing for.
9. Reading up on Poitiers and Paris and practising my French.

Now I feel slightly accomplished.

You'd better look out below.

Something filled up
my heart with nothing,
someone told me not to cry.

But now that I'm older,
my heart's colder,
and I can see that it's a lie.

I guess we'll just have to adjust.

Pet Society has taken over my social life.

11:57:47 PM alfian: r u wearing the new clothes
11:57:51 PM shoobs): havent yet
11:57:54 PM shoobs): im doing the kitchen
11:58:05 PM alfian: hahah ok tell me when you're done i wanna see

Wednesday, 14 October 2009 | 12:00

12:00:25 AM shoobs): check it holmes, im in my kitchen now
12:00:40 AM shoobs): in my new clothes and new shades and new everything
12:01:00 AM shoobs) and dont you love my bathroom
12:01:08 AM shoobs): im aiming for an underwater theme
12:05:53 AM alfian: omg you stacked your cooker on your low table
12:06:03 AM shoobs): i dont know what to do with the low table!
12:06:06 AM shoobs): its so out of place!
12:06:49 AM alfian: hahaha
12:07:18 AM alfian: u should squeeze ur chairs nearer the dining table
12:07:29 AM alfian: and put the low table below the wall condiment holder
12:07:41 AM shoobs): hahahhaha look at us!
12:07:44 AM alfian: i can't believe i'm dispensing pet society decor advice over msn

Bonjour, je m'appelle He Shuming.

So anyway, the film school head and the French Embassy are sending me to Poitier, west of France in December this year for the 32nd Les Rencontres Henri Langlois because National Day is screening as part of an Asian film school showcase. I can't wait because it's my first trip to Europe and I can visit Paris after that! Now I am thinking how long, and how much I can afford to stay.

I have alot on my plate right now which is driving me insane. I just barely started on my dissertation, am stuck on my thesis film script due in 3 days, a documentary to finish, a TVC to pitch, funding proposals to write, plans for my Poitier/Paris trip, things I may have left out - I don't know where to start!

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I cannot tell the difference, between what has changed and what has not. Perhaps everyone and everything is on the next page, repeating the same old. It feels like ending a scene and not knowing what should happen next.
I should know these things, but I don't. It frustrates me that I have not a clue.
It is the same thing. Nothing's changed.
This felt like yesterday, and the day before yesterday. This is not what I ordered.

Looks like everyone's gone out to play without me.

S-Express: National Day at the 5th Singapore Short Film Festival

The Asian Film Symposium is on this weekend at the 5th Singapore Short Film Festival. The travelling short film series S-Express will be screened as well and National Day is screening as part of the Singapore leg this Sunday at 7pm! So buy your tickets now cos it's apparently selling fast. I'm going to attend the forum on film associations in Asia and catch some of the shorts I missed this week.

My first film festival! :):)

Tuesday

Yesterday, we sent off a friend at Pasir Ris Interchange. He is starting a new life in the army. After which, I walked through Tampines Central with a sense of unfamiliarity. The new mall has opened and I spent the afternoon looking for Uniqlo. Everything seemed so new. Even the walk through the bus interchange seemed different. Like I was recovering from a bout of selective dementia, I chose to remember some of it; walking through the food court, which was a short cut to the bus booths. Under the train tracks where we took a photo to make me feel better about a bad day in school. Walking through the sports hall. Bus stops and staircases.
Has it been almost 2 years ago when it all started? Almost. It was towards the end of the first semester in Year One, and now I'm mid way through the first semester in my Final Year.

My room is now painted in an organic combination of brown and green. I finally put up the propaganda posters that's been lying against the wall for what seemed like eternity. I get excited when I make new purchases of compartments that will enhance my organizational skills. Better living through plastic.

I am recovering from another bout of tonsillitis that's been bugging me for two weeks, which has inevitably stopped me from smoking more than I should.

Dry.

My last year in film school starts in a week.

I feel like the holidays just swept me by in a limbo. I've worked and worked (though I've yet to see the money and I'm broke as holy hell.) and slept and ate. I've contemplated so many things but done nothing. I've only jogged a grand total of 4 times in 3 months. I still haven't quit smoking. I've done nothing remotely exciting or new. I've lost faith in seeing anyone anymore. I feel like my memory is primarily selective and lapses easily. That I am horrid with sentiments and would rather choose to roll my eyes with cynicism. I feel like the only thing I have done is daydream and imagine things to work for itself without much effort. I hate it that the year's been nothing but news of deaths.

I need some order in my life like how I've forced myself to take my meds accordingly.

River, Stay Away From My Door.

Miss Apple singing River, Stay Away From My Door and Paper Bag.

We haven't turned around.

A month since holidays started (the real one, after China and The Lasalle Show) and I may have up-ed two pants size, coupled with a swollen face (I may have lost my jawline). Every single day I lazed in bed with my Mac plugged on 30 Rock (all three seasons, now on random repeats), North Korean propaganda videos on YouTube and the adorable sextuplets on Jon & Kate + 8 (my favourite is Aaden, the one with glasses), eating nothing but Oreos and London Rolls with milk.

Laziness never felt so bad, and any attempt to break this was half hearted. Last week I decided to change the fengshui of my room and woke my neighbours up while moving my beds and cupboards. Alone. At 11pm.
I got bored while trying to throw out my old issues of Men's Health and promptly went back to my bed, Mac and Oreos.

But I've resolute to giving my room its long overdued, complete makeover this weekend when I finally cash in my pay cheque. Then I will start painting my room. After I buy my paints.

I chose dark green and grey, by the way.

The LASALLE Show 09

Here it is!

婆婆回娘家。

Love makes everything a little easier.

It is true, but it seems hypothetical since love is either never around or hiding somewhere.
I'm going to miss Pinkdot, which I was really looking forward to. :(

Sigh.

Awful week.
Flying off to my father's motherland in 8 hours and I'm still not packed.
I don't know what to make of this trip.

Here we go.

It was a crazy week of rushed submissions, late submissions thanks to a crashed hard disk (damn you Maxtor One Touch), sleepless nights, burning ten thousands of DVDs, and running from block to block to meet deadlines.

Two more days and all is over for the school year!

Next:
1) Reservist (Major sigh)
2) Hainan Island to soak up the sun and explore ancestral grounds.
3) Attempt for the 7,2834th time to redo my room.
4) Join a gym.
5) Work and save up for New York City in December.
6) Start a new hobby.
7) Start taking photos again.
8) Clear the junk on my Mac.
9) Start festivals and scholarship applications.

Ah wells.

Teaser.

My Second Year Short Film, National Day, will be screening at The Lasalle Show from 22nd May.
More information coming your way. :)

Go away,

I've got no mood for anything else.

I want to queef unicorns and rainbows.

My sleeping patterns are strange these days, possibly from a prolonged post-shoot fatigue.
No longer am I the creature of nocturne; I find it impossible to stay past beyond 1:30am. My aching back screams bloody murder while my eyes droops and I tell myself to finish off the edit the next morning.

I set my alarm for the morning and struggles to wake up, snoozing my phone away and curses under my breath while I wait for my morning wood to settle.

And I may be giving up nicotine.

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First look!

P is for pansy.

You wouldn't notice a thing or two if I were to disappear for a week, while I am always trying to make my presence felt.

I am never good at playing games. Growing up, I would very much prefer collecting stamps over trying to win a game of catch at the school quadrangle. I had no body co-ordinations to excel in sports.

Sometimes I feel sorry for myself.

Perhaps subconsciously, I am killing it slowly for myself. That inevitably, you just needed a token friend in a foreign land and nothing else. Subconsciously, I would eventually see nothing in you that would make me look back and wonder, what the hell was I thinking?

How silly am I to believe in the powers of the subconscious.
I must be terribly blinded.

Yayyyyy!