ASSHOLE ALERT! you have been warned.

think you've met the biggest asshole? think again once you've met the one i came across today.

me: let's run the scene one time before we shoot aiight?
him: aiya, no big deal, i've acted before.
me: oh? that's great. what did you do? (i tried to act all interested.)
him: (shoves hand into my face.) tell you later. what course are you in?
me: mass comm
him: WOAH. MASS COMM SIA. BIGG DEALL.

urgh. and this is just one incident of the umpteen consecutive hours i had to spend with him.

him: eh. what's your email? msn?
me: why? it don't matter, cos i don't go online anyway.
him: what. excuse me, just because i ask you for your number doesn't mean i'm interested in you.
i was about to throw a punch at him, and ensure that he would never have offspring; so he can't torture the poor child.

the end of the day.
i was truly being as professional i could possibly be; i was downright courteous throughout the entire film shoot. so when the crew told me i was done, i was technically no longer under their "supervision" and could do anything i want - now watch me. :))

him: what have you done before? (he wants to know my resume, so we can compare and contrast how shitty his ONE time paid performance to lie on the road for civil defence covered in blood, was to my DOZEN.)
me: (i tell him - factually-speaking o'course.) i've acted in at least 8 films, produced/directed a few, done a few international bank and travel corporate ads and i do emceeing/hosting for fun once in a while. i just finished 4 events last month.
his face was like an open book; he knew right away that he was waay out of his league once i started talking. when comparing MASS COMM: THE BIG DEALL to anything, pick your opponents right - you'll prolly lose in the end, but thank you for trying. :)) i wish i had a camera to capture the moment, because it was priceless.

he goes around asking everyone for their contacts.
me: why do you want our contacts anyway?
him: so we can keep in touch, and be friends.
me: oh you want to be friends? i thought with the way you treat us, YOUR FRIENDS, you wouldn't have any. so you do have friends? oh dear. : ) *the angels sang their hallelujahs.


i admit that this is one guy who was able to ruffle my feathers - and sad to say i wasn't allowed to retaliate as much as i would've liked to. i hope for his sake and my sanity that i never cross paths with him in ngee ann or outside ever. and if i should, please have a handphone ready with '911' on speed-dial - no, make that a funeral home, and order a box under the name 'eugene'.

this blog was relevant to a ms. valerie anne from when she was studying mass communications in a singapore polytechnic.

she was aged 16 on her first post, and 18 on her last.

she is currently a freelance emcee-er/hostess.
contact her at
valerieanne @ cheerful.com

some might call me the ultimate sagittarian; free-spirited and whatnot, but i don't believe in horoscopes.

"everything gets complicated when you think. i don't discourage thinking, it's over thinking that i'm worried about." - val


none existent.


i've moved on.

shop alot?


. make Valerie Anne are big name
. publish a book entitled "you better quote val, or else" - recommended by derek goh
. open a clip-on earrings shop
. open a cafe
. learn/speak spanish
. skydive over mauritius waters
. bungee jump from a suspension bridge
. get back into my dancing shoes
. set a world record for the longest time on a roller coaster ride
. save an endangered species
. AND prove to my mum that i'll be married before 35. HAHA.


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