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Sunday, February 8, 2015
I guess this is the story of our lives, especially right now when we're still considerably young and at our prime. I mean, we can't be grinding this hard at 50. Or can we?
Not wanting to feel left out, since everyone with a 9-5 had a long break last week with Federal Territory and Thaipusam, I decided to take a little time out myself. Radio does not give us the luxury of public holidays, and I hadn't had a weekend off since the New Year.
Singapore had to suffice for for my little break. It's only a 45 minute plane ride away, and the added bonus was I would be able to catch up with my merlion dwelling friends.
Checked in to the St Regis. The lifts were so slow, but I think that was by intent.
Like the ride itself was supposed to be an experience. The other lifts even had sofas in them, but I was too busy 'experiencing' sitting in the lift I forgot to take a selfie.
Caught up with my friends and carb loaded on truffle fries (we ordered 1.2kg worth of fries!!!) and date pudding
The following day I stayed in the hotel ALL day, and booked myself a spa session.
BEST MASSAGE EVER! Seriously, if you ever visit Singapore please, please stop by the Remede Spa at St Regis and request for a customised massage by Cat. Best decision of my life!
A slightly healthier option after that carb fest. But just couldn't say no to french brioche ;p
As if the spa session wasn't enough, I put on some jazz music and soaked in the tub until my fingers wrinkled
YUP, I was in the tub until 1.30am. Right up to the Chelsea vs City match
Oh what a weekend! Short and sweet with friends, spa and watching football in a tub.
Doesn't get any better than that!
Wednesday, January 28, 2015
That's probably an understatement. I
Wait a minute. Um, isn't speaking in and to the public what I do for a living?? Yes my friends, the universe has a sick sense of humor.
Unlike many in this industry, and by this I mean the media, I didn't get in it for fame. That is the last, if at all, on my list of things to achieve.
Bliss for me is sitting in my little corner of oblivion, fluttering through life unnoticed.
The sight of girls whoring their bodies on Instagram to gain a following, is cringe-worthy-maximus, but then I ask myself can I blame them? They're simply feeding the shallow demands of human nature.
I did want to be in the media. Just not in front of the camera.
My creative juices crave an outlet for expression and that was always going to be through writing, directing or producing. The universe had other plans of course, because when I went for an interview at ESPN, they asked me to audition as an anchor despite having zero prior experience. I got the part, and so the story continues.
Back to this irrational fear!
I can talk to a mic for radio, I can talk to a camera for TV.
But my mind literally goes blank when there's any more than 3 pairs of eyes looking back at me, hanging on the words spilling out of my mouth. My thought process goes something like:
"They're judging how I speak. Are my facial expressions weird?"
"I'm not articulate"
"My voice is funny. I'm definitely NOT funny. Is that why they're not paying attention?"
"What if I just passed out right now? Now, that would be funny!"
The voices in my head have a life of their own.
Let's just say, the very first emcee job I got years ago for a car company I shall not mention, totally bombed. I was throughly prepared with my scripts, cue cards and had all the information I needed. I just didn't have the guts. And that ladies and gentlemen is 90% of what you do need when hosting an event. I had zero. No, I had minus 193.
I was a nervous wreck. I stuttered, my sentences hung mid air, my voice wasn't loud enough and half the time I was just lost. It's safe to say they never called me back for another event.
Fortunately for me though, other companies did.
Practice, hard work and of course experience, eventually calmed down the voices in my head. I stopped worrying about how I looked or sounded, and focused more on being relatable. I learnt that if you talk to an audience like you're talking to one friend, you naturally warm up to everyone in the room. At the end of the day, it's about the experience and how you make people feel as opposed to what's on the outside (says the girl who takes 2 hours to get ready for an event).
I never thought I'd see the day when I can say, I hosted 3 events last week. What a difference a day, years if you're a late bloomer like me, makes.
Not going to lie, those voices in my head still pop up from time to time but mostly just moments before I go on stage. Once I'm up there, you're going to have to yank the mic away or even remind me about the agenda because I can't stop talking and go off tangent.
What can I say, I'm either black or white, up or down. No room for grey area in my world. Go big or go home, right?
How does one become funny though? Do you just inhale funny air?
Someone needs to lend me a sense of humor. Wait, the universe, you're funny right?
I got my rocket ready and I'm coming for you.
Friday, January 9, 2015
I received a short handwritten thank you note from my best friend a couple of months back after her wedding, which really touched me, I almost drowned in my own tears. Zero cool factor, I know.
Maybe it was just an emotional trickle from going through such a big event in one's life - but relative to the evolution of communication through social media and pretty much fast paced everything these days, no Instagram 'like', Whatsapp heart emoticon, or Twitter's 140 characters can rival the good ol' pen and paper.
It's tangible, it actually takes time and effort - maybe only 1/100 of us carries a pen and paper on the go these days right? - and most of all, it's personal.
A little known story, I used to have penpals from all over the world thanks to the Liverpool official magazine. The magazine used to have a page similar to a classifieds section where people would exchange contacts and mail each other letters.
I wrote in with my profile once, next month boom I was featured and connected with other little Kop fans around the globe. A time before Facebook, this was how kids growing up in the 90's made friends. We used to even send little presents like bookmarks, charm bracelets or stickers. Totally missing those days!
But like all things we move on, so thekopsalad is my pen and paper to you. Here's to 2015!