My Reelity

My ego, that is.

I wrote the previous post as a metaphor of what I felt like I’ve been going through for quite a while now. Usually, I am kinda used to the disappointment I feel when I get rejected for the parts I want, but the dearth of decent roles available and the long hiatus from acting is taking its toll on me. So last week’s failed outcome at the auditions really made me feel like the “boxer”.

If I have gotten the roles, I will be looking at a 10 day back-to-back filming schedule. But because the audition for the role I really wanted was on the night before shooting commence for a supporting role that I clinched, I decided to give it up in hope of clinching this role.

In the end, I did not get it. Which was a big disappointment for me as I was really looking forward to working with the crew whom I had worked with in a short film one year ago. And yeah, it doesn’t help that the additional income will sorely be missed as well.

*Sigh* I hope I can still be involved in something meaningful before the year ends.

The blow he felt on his ribs almost made him keel over. He braced himself for the second blow, knowing that his opponent will surely go for his battered face once he moved his elbows down. The second blow landed square on his plexus; and even though he had anticipated it, still knocked the wind out of him.

The referee stepped in to break them up, giving him a much needed reprieve. He cast a quick glance at his trainer, who stood ready with the towel. One nod from him. One nod from him and the punishment will stop.

He shook his head, and tried to give his trainer a smile, but only ended up giving him a pained look as he winced from the pain caused by his effort.

He took one more body blow as they rejoined the fight, before the bell tolled to signal the end of the round.

His left eye was cut, his right eye swollen. He’ll be lucky if his ribs are just bruised. The way things are going now, with only two more rounds to go, he knows the only way to win this is by knocking the other party out.

He knew he could do it. All he need is one shot, one break. But he also knows time is running out. Only two more rounds.

His trainer is speaking but he can’t really hear. Perhaps he doesn’t want to. Perhaps he didn’t need to. He knows what he must do. Must tahan until the opening opens up. He bites his guard down hard.

Time for the next round.

A while back I blogged about us being a nation of chopers(3rd May 2005 entry, paiseh, the named anchor thingy not working, so you have to scroll all the way down :P). This evening, while on my way home, I was handed a tissue pack :

The best part was the fine print at the bottom read “The practice of using a tissue pack to reserve your table is uniquely Singaporean!”

I kid you not.

I think ST P B should start making and handing out pamphlets to inform tourists of our unique culture liow. Thousands of hapless and clueless tourists dining at our food courts would be ever so thankful.

By the way, this tissue packet also entitles you to buy soft drinks at $0.30 only. Hmm, a tissue packet that would cost you thirty cents now entitles you to buy a soft drink at thirt cents. Oh man, you just gotta love the irony.

On a slightly unrelated note, we should make “Chope” The Musical as oppose to “Rent” The Musical. Yes, yes, we really should.

He was just 100 metres away from the border. It was not easy, they had hunted him down relentlessly. But by his guile and his ingenuity, he had managed to escape from their very clutches.

“They’ll never catch me now,” he smirked as he made his way through the customs. “That’ll teach them. Make me treasurer. Hmmmrrpph.”

He almost made it across. But the customs officer just had to be a woman…

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