Voice dropping
I went to drop my voice today. If you're thinking, as I did when I first heard the term, "why yes that's a good idea, I've always thought your voice a little high and squeaky", it's the equivalent of leaving your calling card for your vocal talent. So that anytime the place wants to do a voiceover, they can consider your voice. In English, a voiceover is the advertising voice that you hear on TV or on the radio. "Teeeee-weeee teeega, rangkaian anda!" is a voiceover. It's a bigger business than you realise (unless you're in it, then you're very aware) - in US they even call the professionals 'voice actors', which is a very apt description.
So I wound my way to Lorong Riong (Bangsar), discovering along the way that the map I bought was WRONG. To have a map that's misleading is... well, mildly acceptable... but WRONG?!? Fucking idiots. Wrong road names, imaginary roads, imaginary connections between roads... I mean, how can you sell this shit?!? Gah. Moronic beyond belief, hang them, shoot them before they die from hanging, shoot their whole families too to cleanse the genepool of sheer moronicity, etc etc rant rant.
Anyway it's in a really old place in Bangsar, and I passed this lovely super-old-school house there that reminded me of my aunt's in Penang. A one-story bungalow, with green-stained glass windows. Goooorgeous. The place I head to is absolutely lovely as well, I think it's a real heaven (and haven) for artsy people doing artsy stuff. A real beauty. So I get a few scripts to read - a documentary style, a "soft & romantic", and a hard sell. And then I get a few more, even some in BM.
I eventually get ushered into a studio, and then into a sound room, which is so damn cool. Yes I'm a sua koo (Hokkien mountain tortoise) here, but the sound equipment! Phuarrrrr!!! I'm in a sound-proof room, with these super-clear-kickass headphones, and kickass microphones; and when they mute their mic in the studio, I can only hear my voice in pure silence. Even small sounds like rubbing my hands together gets picked up and amplified into my ears. Yes it's cool, shaddup.
Seeking for more places to drop my voice. It was fun.
Retail therapy
What's new with Apple. Here's the latest incarnation of their iPod lineup:
Steve Jobs is the latest god of marketing lah. Or whoever it is who's ultimately responsible for the sheer sexiness of Apple's stuff.
Now, you can try arguing with the polis with this - the iBreath:
Yeah I know, WTF.
Blind driving?!? Well, some drivers here sure behave that way...
Anyway just wanted to record my experience down. Peace.
So I wound my way to Lorong Riong (Bangsar), discovering along the way that the map I bought was WRONG. To have a map that's misleading is... well, mildly acceptable... but WRONG?!? Fucking idiots. Wrong road names, imaginary roads, imaginary connections between roads... I mean, how can you sell this shit?!? Gah. Moronic beyond belief, hang them, shoot them before they die from hanging, shoot their whole families too to cleanse the genepool of sheer moronicity, etc etc rant rant.
Anyway it's in a really old place in Bangsar, and I passed this lovely super-old-school house there that reminded me of my aunt's in Penang. A one-story bungalow, with green-stained glass windows. Goooorgeous. The place I head to is absolutely lovely as well, I think it's a real heaven (and haven) for artsy people doing artsy stuff. A real beauty. So I get a few scripts to read - a documentary style, a "soft & romantic", and a hard sell. And then I get a few more, even some in BM.
I eventually get ushered into a studio, and then into a sound room, which is so damn cool. Yes I'm a sua koo (Hokkien mountain tortoise) here, but the sound equipment! Phuarrrrr!!! I'm in a sound-proof room, with these super-clear-kickass headphones, and kickass microphones; and when they mute their mic in the studio, I can only hear my voice in pure silence. Even small sounds like rubbing my hands together gets picked up and amplified into my ears. Yes it's cool, shaddup.
Seeking for more places to drop my voice. It was fun.
Retail therapy
What's new with Apple. Here's the latest incarnation of their iPod lineup:
Steve Jobs is the latest god of marketing lah. Or whoever it is who's ultimately responsible for the sheer sexiness of Apple's stuff.Now, you can try arguing with the polis with this - the iBreath:
Yeah I know, WTF.Blind driving?!? Well, some drivers here sure behave that way...
Anyway just wanted to record my experience down. Peace.
posted by Jo at 2:45 pm
1 Comments:
Big Brother told me that you have been to Intrepid Flame..thanks for stopping by. I didn't realize you too had a blog. I will try and stay tuned.
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