3 days till Girls Out Loud!

My tv show is starting on this Monday (4th), 10pm, on Channel 5!!!

First episode is Fame, so to tempt you to watch it, here are some production stills taken by our very pregnant (now give birth already) producer Joan Leong.

Rozz and I at Geoff Ang's studio, waiting to get our pictures taken by Geoff the Famous Photographer himself!!

You know how much his photography costs? Like $15,000 a day can!

Check out his profile here, got Rebecca Tan's (I don't like her much) nipples. Ha! Didn't expect them to be so ... brown.

Of course there's also Zoe Tay, Fann Wong, Maggie Q etc etc people, very nice photos!

Me getting hair curled

I had the horrible job of pouring cold milk on Rozz in an aircon room!

I felt so bad about it, until Rozz took my prop out of a plastic bag.... a freaking smelly DEAD SQUID.

I was told that a squid was gonna be used, but I really thought it was this kind...

Like red and curly sort, you know...

But.....

It is sooooooo cold and dead and super smelly!!!!!!

I couldn't stop strieking, and Rozz had to arrange the tentacles still Geoff was pleased, and she tried to put the slimy bastard's head on my head, and mind you the head is damn ugly, then Geoff said, "Yeah let's not show the head, I'm not very big on it..."

A tentacle brushed against my lip! Eww gross!

To see how the photos turned out you have to watch the show!

As a start to the show Rozz and I sat on the super expensive Maybach. I'll update how much it costs when I get a chance to ask Gillian or Rozz... (That's 1.5 mil)

Pronounced as "my-bark"

It's super nice! Limos aren't allowed in Singapore (right? That's what I heard), so I guess this is the closest u can get to a limo.

There's two separate tv screens at the back, and the two back seats come with adjustable velvet leg rests and remote controls and headsets and a lot of things lar!

The only thing I don't like about it is that it is blue. If it is in pink, it will be perfect as my "Maybach Princess Transport".

While Rozz went off to be a dream therapist in After Hours (see previous blog entries), I tried out singing!

Well, I sucked at it pretty much, so please don't watch the show with food in your mouth.

We also had lessons with Kumar, who taught us how to be fabulous...

He kept making jokes about my height, which I thought wasn't very polite since I only knew him for like 5 mins. =( But well, everyone else said he is a really nice guy off-screen. Shrugs.

Mike was there with us during filming (he was here to visit me), and he whispered to me, "Baby, aren't those lady's shoes?" Hahaha... He needs to be introduced to the Singapore entertainment industry.

And Rozz's expressions are always so funny.

We attend a Fornarina party!

Can see Ericia Lee blurred in the background...

Forced to be the hosts of the night, and I was seriously freaked out.

So yeah remember to tune in ah!

MONDAYS, 10PM, CHANNEL 5!


You know I love you all...

p/s: It fucking snowed like a half metre worth of snow TWO DAYS AFTER I CAME BACK! I saw none of it! And my nickname is Xiaxue and I never saw snow before! WTF! What's wrong with America???! It hates me. Singapore hates me too, once my plane touched down there was a heavy roll of thunder and lightning struck really close.

ZOUK SUCKS!!

Kenneth now you know how good I am to you, better be nicer to me!

About to reach home in 6 hours

Writing this in the bloody LAX airport while I wait 5 hours without internet connection for my next flight to Taipei, which is a leg-cramping 13.30hrs!!!!!!!!!

The things people do for love!

Bloody hell.

A chain series of events just happened to piss me off. First, I dropped my carry-on luggage onto my foot. It hurts.

After that, I had to pay USD$3 for a trolley. A BAGGAGE TROLLEY! It's all free in Singapore! Bloody capitalists.

My fucking 46 kg hugeass luggage then arrived (ain't it amazing? It is actually heavier than me), and in an understandable anxiousness to try to get it (after the fucker got lost the previous time. Though that might not be its fault), I blindly asked the man next to me to help me heave it out of the carousel -

Without noticing he is about 100 years old.

He, out of kindness, obliged, and almost died trying. He was pulled several metres along with the fucking samsonite, while I looked on wide-eyed and horrified.

He was thoroughly embarrassed and apologized profusely, while a stout Mexican daddy helped me with it. I feel so bad!

After that, some irresponsible cleaners decided that engineers work hard to design a wide airport toilet entrance clearly the size of $3 trolleys for their sake, and parked their STUPID cleaning trolley right smack where I would have to bump into it.

My carry-on delightedly fell on my foot again. It hurts.

I was so pissed I pissed and didn't wash my hands. I thought about going in again to wash them, I really did, but there the cleaning trolley was, menacingly blocking my way. Yes, so now, I am typing with filthy hands. I think I might develop a trauma of sorts.

Perhaps just to lure me into a false sense of security, something good finally happened. I found a plug outlet for the laptop!

About 10 wireless connections here, but none are free.

But ah! I thought to myself. I have some Lost DVDS I can watch for hours!!!!!! Hooray!

And tadah! I brought the external CD drive but not the wire to connect it to the laptop!

-_-

Very unhappy with a hurt foot.

Also bored.

I attempted to photoshop the photos that we took (which are minimal to say the least. You try to get Mike to try photos! That boy really doesn't know how to pose at all! If he were born a Japanese chick he would be ostrasized by all his Japanese chick neoprint-taking friends), but it just made me cry so I am not going to try again until I get back to Singapore and have more stuff to distract me.

Bah!

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In Taipei Airport now with internet! Bless the Taiwanese!

Reaching home in a bit, see u guys. =)

Super Mum

I have painted eleven 30 x 30 cm paintings on board for the Doggett Street Gallery Christmas Exhibition Friday 15 th December. This painting is one of them. It is called Super Single Mum and yes it is me, but also every other single Mum out there! And actually every Mum. All Mothers are wonderful super women. I also wanted this Mum to look sexy. Well, I think she does.

This figure has multiple arms to represent the variety of jobs a Mother undertakes. A single Mother takes on many of the Father's roles so her list of talents/jobs is very extensive. Her long plait is my plait but it does look a bit like a whip! Well, what more can I say???

A little anecdote...Last weekend my middle daughter mowed the lawn. The guinea pig cage was moved to the carport and placed at the bottom of our front stairs. I asked the children to put the cage back on the grass when the mowing was complete. This did not happen for 2-3 days. When it finally was done a rather large pile of guinea pig poo and decaying seed was left at the bottom of the stairs [the cage has a perforated bottom]. I did not realise this for a whole day, during which we had 2-3 visitors to the house who I realised later had to walk over/through the poo! That evening when I went downstairs to take the car to get Indian take-away I was horrified to see this pile of unwelcoming poo. So ranting and raving I asked the youngest child [who belongs to the guinea pigs] to sweep the poo and seed away. No, she did not do this immediately. It happened the next day. Well, she did sweep it away...she swept it so it lay spread out all over the carport! No matter where you stepped there was a litel pellet of poo. And she brought the broom upstairs whithout shaking it and I had giunea pig poo all over the entry room. Guess, who ended up cleaning not only the entry room but also the carport? Moi! But, you know, I realised I did not give my youngest daughter clear instructions. I don't think she had ever used a broom before so had no idea how to sweep or that you need to shake the broom after use. I learnt just as much from this episode as the children did.

Super Single Mum Oil on baord 30 x 30 cm

CHRISTMAS IN DUBAI

This time last year I was preparing to head off the the United Arab Emirates with my eldest daughter for my solo exhibition at the Abu Dhabi Cultural Foundation. We spent a month over there and had Christmas in Dubai. I have never seen such wonderful Christmas decorations than those in the hotels and shopping centres of both Dubai and Abu Dhabi. They were fantastic. The stuff dreams are made of.

The photos above were all taken in Abu Dhabi. The first on the left is me in front of the Emirates Palace Hotel. It is amazing and so opulent. Gold plating, Rolls Royces, large spaces, beyond beautiful furniture, marble, domes............ Well worth a visit. I dressed up too.

The bottom photo is me on the sand dunes during a rest stop on our desert safari. These desert safaris are absolutely terrific. I have now been on a couple. My daughter got such a surprise that boring old Mum would even suggest going on a safari. Once the high powered landcruiser driven by a very good looking and heavy footed Syrian man left the main road the car seemed to leap like a leopard. My daughter was astonished as she really did not expect the speed or the thrill of rolling over the dunes. I know she saw me in a different light! The sunset over the dunes was breath taking.

The photo on the top right is me partnering with the belly dancer at the camp destination. My daughter nearly died when I agreed to go up on the stage to dance with the beautiful belly dancer...this was far too embarrassing. But, I think she was secretly impressed. It was such fun, but I nearly lifted the poor girl off her feet when she tried to twirl me under her arm! She was very short and I am 180 cm tall.

I am reminiscing. My daughter and I had a great time.

REAR VIEW

Following the bride down the aisle ie: a rear view.

Weddings, marriage and relationships...what great inspiration!

Lots of conversations, gossip, reflection, happiness, sadness, joy, love, hate.

Rear View is about looking back. Reflecting. Distancing oneself from your own past. Learning the lessons.

I took my middle daughter and her two friends to a party tonight. They are just about to finish grade 8. They were so nervous....boys were going to be there. It is just so wonderful to watch and of course I tease ever so gently, because I remember wanting to be sick before going to parties with boys! I did finally get over this nervousness, but it took awhile.

Rear View gouache on paper 30 x 42 cm

57 Degrees Fahrenheit

Is 12 degree celcius!!! Today is not too bad, the day before was freezing subzero lor...

In Texas right now and blogging while Mike is showering.

The journey here was one of the worst 30 hours ever.

I flew from Singapore to Taipei (5 hours), Taipei to LA (10.5 hours), and LA to Vegas (1.5 hours) and Vegas to Dallas (2.5 hours), and from Dallas to this small town (1.5 hours) Mike is studying in - with like 3 hours of waiting in between each flight.

To add to that, I was sick AGAIN!

Remember those Ferrari party photos?! Well that night was pretty cold for Singapore standards, and all I wore was Shuyin's satin halter-neck dress and serves me right to get flu the next day. -_-

So anyway, one of my biggest phobias ever is to not get my luggage, and it happened!!!!!!!!

I was standing at the baggage retrival area waiting, and everyone was just taking theirs off, and it's such a small airport, can't be long till my luggage comes now... and the bloody machine stopped!!

And American Airlines lost my luggage for a whole 2 days before it was found!!!!!

Super pissed off.

When it was delivered here, one milo sachet was burst open (Eekean: "Never underestimate the power of hot milo in winter") and everything was in brown dust.

Wonderful.

But other than that, my holiday's not too bad... I wore some covered-toe shoes with socks the first day, and I was still freezing my ass off, so Mike whizzed me to Walmart, where I bought some fur-lined ugly ugg-like boots for $19!

Bloody angmohs chicks here are wearing short skirts!!! ARE THEY NOT HUMAN OR SOMETHING??

Mike brought me to Red Lobster just now, some seafood place. They served crab, but apparently in America they only serve the LEGS!

How weird is that?

Back in Singapore, I throw the legs away!

What do they do to the yummy body and claw meat? That would be the one question I will ask God when I die.

Ok, blog again when I have more pictures or something.

FANTASY

This work on paper is one of a large series of paintings which focuses on the bride. The paintings ranged from fairly benign observations about relationships to quite direct and confronting observations. I have just been reading the weekend papers and there are a number of articles about relationships. In the Weekend Australian Magazine we have an article about golfer Stuart Appleby's new love and one about new Dad's over the age of 50. The Courier Mail's 'Lustcause' is another. I have not finished the papers but I am sure there are a number of other articles. Relationships are a great source of fodder for magazines and newspapers. But, that's fine. We are all human and it is our relationships which determine so many of our life choices. I think my series of paintings about the bride are some of my most interesting work. I loved it. Some were funny, some thought provoking and some painful to look at. Unfortunately the series did not get the attention I felt it deserved. I wondered why? Still wondering. Is it because I am in my 40s and not my 20s thus fitting in with the cult of youth???

The painting above was inspired by my youngest daughter's exclamation when she heard that her Father had remarried without telling us. We learnt by letter after the event. My daughter was 5 years old.

But Mummy I Wanted To Be A Bridesmaid Gouache on paper 30 x 42 cm unframed

WOOP WOOP

I used the term Woop Woop the other day in a conversation with my kids. They had no idea what I meant. So, I presume many others may not know what is meant by Woop Woop too. It means a place so far out there, at the back of beyond, past the black stump, isolated and harsh...that's Woop Woop. I lived in a small country town for a long time...that's Woop Woop as far as I am concerned!

It is a fascinating turn of phrase...Woop Woop. But, I cannot figure out how I can relate it to my painting above which is called Universal Connection, other than to say that even those who live out Woop Woop have connections. It is the six degrees of separation phenomena. AND in Queensland I think you could almost say it's two degrees of separation. Everyone seems to know someone who knows someone else, who knows someone you went to school with or had a baby in the same hospital or Mother went to the same school as your Mother or....your ex husband's new wife went to school with! Now I am confused.

Having said all this I have experienced strange connections all over the world. In London in 1986 I was stopped in the street walking back from the theatre by someone who went to kindergarten with me in 1963! In Dubai I have met people who know this and that person. In Paris I ran into a person who used to live in Goondiwindi where I lived for eighteen years...we were at the Notre Dame. In Abu Dhabi I did not run into anyone I went to kindy with, but I met people I felt connected too. It's the art you know! It worked its magic.

Universal Connection Oil on linen 60 x 100 cm

Super a lot of photos before I go...

BAH! It is now 1.28am! My flight tomorrow is at 255pm, and I have decided not to sleep till then and jio-ed Kelvin they all to play overnight MJ with me! (So that I will be tired and sleep on the plane, dum dum.)

However, at this point in time I have not finished blogging (obviously) and I still need to pack! Wah lan eh.

Kelvin will kill me, so here are the photos, hurriedly captioned.

Zouk Mambo Night

See, Kelvin is really red with anger.


With new-found friend Qing


Girls!


Kel and Ann


Qing + me


Tim is so act cute lor!

Hair extensions horror

I woke up one day and decided I shall take off my hair extensions myself, because I cannot trust the hair extension people to not tug off all my hair for me and still pay them $30.

So I took a pair of pilers, and begun.

It wasn't very easy. The extensions are looped into this metal round ring, and a strand of your original hair will also be looped in.

Then the metal ring is fastened by using a pair of pilers to KIAP it damn flat.

To take it out, you have to kiap it the reverse way, so that the metal ring now becomes a diamond shape, get it?

I started on the horrific task, which took me a grand total of 2.5 hours. Qihua told me she did the same thing as me, and took 4 hours lor.

Anyway, be scared:

This is the amount of REAL HAIR that I drop when I take each strand of extension out. It means thatI almost lost half of the original bunch of hair that is fastened with the extensions... :(

And it is tangled SOOOOOO bad.

Check out the tangles... It's fucking freaky.


1/3 done, 2/3 to go.

Amazingly enough, after two months of washing and dyeing the extensions are still in a totally mint condition!

However...

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This is the amount of hair I dropped. Real hair.

Granted, most of them are hairs that fell during the 2 months, but why does my hair feel so thin now??!

Such nice hair, if only they really grew from my head.

How can anyone put that amount of hair onto their head and yet feel it's a normal amount? It's so weird...

Anyway, I would say I lost a grand total of maybe 20-25% of my hair. It's damn thin now, and I didn't even fucking cut the extensions part or anything!

So if you don't have enough hair to lose in the first place, best not go put it.

Eyelash extensions are good though!

If you take care of them, it won't cause your eyelashes to fall... I went to do coz I am going to meet Mike already! Hehehe...

I did it at Carragheen at $60! 68849924, if you want to get it too. It's called the Princess wild lashes or something. Look for Cherlyn!




Chio!


With makeup. :D

Dragonboating!

Went with Wanyi to support Weili and his team... =D

It was raining can... so stupid!

Smack you with the paddle



Act shuai!!!


Haha...


Weili is freaked out by the crowd...


See? Sooooo many people!

After that we met Shuyin... She took a long time to come lor, and when she came she had a gift for me!!!!!

Apparently, a few weeks ago, I wanted to buy a pink satin nightie in La Senza, and didn't in the end coz it didn't fit. I intended to, ahem, wear the nightie as a dress. Muahaha! Slut.

So, Wanyi took like 2 years to choose her bra, and I started measuring everyone's here and there (inclusive of how long people's noses are). Was just playing around, but the Teo lala went to remember my measurements!

AND AMAZINGLY ENOUGH SHE MADE A DRESS FOR ME!!! With a sewing machine!!!!!

IN PINK SATIN AND NICER THAN LA SENZA'S!!!!!

Woohoo!!!!! Very gan dong, want to cry!


Weili also likes it...


A Versace in our midst, and we didn't even notice.

So, in order to bao da Shuyin, I wore it within the next 2 hours. To....

Ferrari Party @ St James!

My ultimate dream is to hop from one ferrari to another, but I did not do that that night coz I didn't want to split Shuyin's dress.

I had to wear a halter neck inside though - the neh neh part is WAYYYYYYY too low! Apparently, inside Shuyin's mind I am that slutty. Muahahaha! She said she will alter for me again... *xin fu smile*

With my Rozzie


Girls Out Loud!

Surprise surprise! This is the director whose appendix ruptured. Gillian is so young and so talented ok! And pretty somemore. I almost cannot take it already.

With Joey, Rozz's boyfriend



Electrico's Amanda Ling and her bf!

He looks like Fiona Xie in the second photo, I swear. Nobody else I asked agrees.

The back of Shuyin's dress. Chio!


I also want to put one Ferrari at the back of my name.
Wendy Cheng Ferrari.


Joey and Ian Loon


Someone force-fed me like 1/3 of a shot, and I turned this red.


The horse appears to be female.


Were in the Bellini room


My dress, one and only in the world tailor-fitted!

Girls Out Loud in After Hours

Guess whose ass?


Max Loong!

Rozz is cameo-ing in After Hours, this new drama featuring Max, Utt, Joanne Peh and Linda Liao...

Boys put make up too


Rozz as a dream therapist. :D

Finally...