Tuesday, 24 April 2018

Back on The Edge, baby!!!!

I'm back! So for some theatre updates: the main event being the great news I can finally share that my musical THE EDGE will be having its Perth premiere in... oh, about five weeks, OMG!!!! It will have been five years this November since the Malaysian production, so I'm thrilled (and nervous?!) that this is happening!

We've been rehearsing since the end of March (see table read, etc below) and we had an official launch at the venue, The Blue Room in Perth, on April 5, with a night that featured the cast singing a medley of The Greatest Measure and the title song as three different sets of audiences were brought into the performance space. The night went really well and the feedback has been very positive, with many people saying our presentation was the best one (yay!) and that their curiosity (I presume) had been piqued!!! Here are some photos from the night!

The show runs from May 29 and tickets are already available: if you're keen, do check out the Blue Room's website, as well as the Facebook event page!! Our info has also been posted in the Perth chapter of Broadwayworld, so that's super exciting!!

I'll come back with more details on this and other news, but I'll leave you with this sneak peek of the cast performing the title song from the show. This clip hasn't been shared anywhere else yet, so this is a special preview! Enjoy!!

Sunday, 22 April 2018

The North Lake Road Drama

Yo I'm back! So. Let's talk about the some of the crappy stuff that happened in the process of moving house. The main issue, I suppose, was the new housemate we had, the Law Enforcer guy, who as I'd discovered was pretty unreliable when it came to money: late bill payments, non-payment of debts, etc. He went away on a holiday for about 20 days and only got back 3 days before we were due to move out. Subsequently when the cleaners came to do the final "vacate cleaning" in the house, his stuff was still all over the place, which, of course, made it kinda stressful for yours truly, who had been tasked with letting the cleaners in.

Then there was the issue of cleaners' payment: I'd asked the dude to leave $100 as part of his share of the cleaning on the kitchen bench. That evening, the money wasn't there. The dude claimed he'd left it. But, unless we were blind, there was no money to be found, and unless the cleaners themselves had pocketed it and denied it, he'd not left the money. Subsequently, Social Housemate had to leave $100 of his own money to make up for the shortfall, which, again, was one of those infuriating things that really didn't need to happen, grr argh!!! Let's just say I'm glad to be out of that house and away from the idiocy of certain people who, in all honesty, make terrible housemates!!

But the household woes weren't over yet! You see, part of the agreement upon moving out was that we'd leave the house "in the same condition as when it was first leased", i.e. about four years ago, before I'd come along (no matter how ludicrous or improbable that sounds). Subsequently I'd arranged with my mate Jay, who's a professional painter and construction guy, to come over and help work on bits and bobs around the house that needed a touch-up. Jay, who lives over 60km away, was more than happy to come over and do the job for free. So he'd gone about the house touching up areas that needed to be touched up, using paint that had been prescribed by the landlady.

HOWEVER: when he got to my room, the paint didn't match the walls! So that was odd!! The paint we used matched the rest of the house perfectly, and yet the areas that Jay touched up were obviously not matching, which Jay surmised to possibly have been because the walls had been painted over before (including right before I'd moved in, by the previous tenant)... or possibly because the previous tenant had not used the precise, correct shade of paint when he'd done the repaint job!!! So the landlady then said it was up to me to get the entire room repainted, which I thought was a bit of an overreaching request. This ended up being a bone of contention among me, the housemates, the landlady, and some of my friends on Facebook who gave their opinions as to whether this constituted a case that required a complete repaint. What do you think?

See those patches??
In the end, though, I managed to get a guy off the Airtasker app/website to come and do the job, and the cost of it would be split among me, Plant Lover Housemate, Social Housemate and the former guy who lived in the room, sigh. Let's just say the entire thing nearly drove me stark raving bonkers because... well, because it kinda felt, once again, like I'd been put in charge of the majority of the moving-out arrangements, and it felt like I was handling all the issues on my own! How incredibly infuriating... especially when you factor in this factoid about the overall story:

Last Saturday (not yesterday, but a week ago, the 14th), my mate Jay, Plant Lover and I had gone to the house to do the almost-final inspection painting, and the landlady had asked that some of the busted light bulbs be replaced. So after driving back to my new place, I decided to pick up some light bulbs and head to the house and get it sorted. I did that, drove over, and saw a man in the driveway: turns out he was the landlord, who I'd never met, so I left the car and greeted him and got distracted, and we went into the house to talk about things and look at problem areas, blah blah blah. Later on, halfway through discovering that my lightbulbs weren't the right kind and needed to be exchanged in the store, I realised: I didn't have my wallet.

I didn't have my wallet. And yet I must've had it, since I'd bought the bulbs to begin with. Thus began the whole panicked wild goose chase of retracing footsteps; scouring the car for it; checking at the shops and leaving messages with the manager for it to be returned to me if someone found it; looking through the entire house (which wasn't hard since the place was empty), and and and and and... not finding it. Jeezus. What a way for the whole frustrating North Lake Road House move-out to culminate!!! So I had to cancel bank cards, make a police report (fun fact: not all WA police stations operate 24/7; I had to wait until Monday before I could make a report); and mourn the fact that I'd lost my Malaysian ID card and Malaysian driver's licence, the latter of which I'd been using to drive around in Perth, grrr arrgh!!

On the Monday after I'd lodged the report, while buying some fragrance diffusers and candles at Dusk in Garden City (yup), I'd received a phone call from a sergeant in Rockingham, about 40km away from Myaree where the wallet had gone missing, to be told that they'd found a couple of my bank cards. In Rockingham. The policeman said he'd dispose of the cards for me since they'd been cancelled anyway. "Also, I can't return the Maybank card to Malaysia, unless you want to pay for me to go on a holiday!" he joked, to which I guffawed obligingly, sigh.

In a way, his phone call provided some closure as it meant I wasn't imagining things and the wallet hadn't disappeared into some mystery hole in my car that I just wasn't seeing; it had well and truly been misplaced... stolen. From my car, I suspect, as I tended to chuck the wallet into the passenger seat after getting in. And since I'd been distracted by the landlord at the house and had walked away from the car unlocked, someone must've taken it from the car despite it being parked in the driveway. Which was the cherry on top of the icing where it came to the whole housing situation.... and this was before the landlady demanded a room repaint! GRRR!! ARRRGGGGH!!!

Anyway, it's all over now. I never found the wallet or my ID. The room has been repainted thanks to the Airtasker dude, Remi, a lovely young French man with beautiful soft brown eyes and a delightfully lilting French accent. He did a wonderful job, too. See? It almost made me want to make mismatched patches on some of the other walls, arf arf arf.

So that's hopefully the end of the North Lake Road house drama (apart from what I foresee to be the stress of chasing the former housemates for money to settle the final bills). The good news is that the landlady was pleased with the painting job by Remi and Jay (and some of it was my own work as I, too, went about painting over some of the smaller flaws around the house) and she said we'd be getting our bonds back in full, which, according to Plant Lover Bren, is quite a rare occurrence. So... yay for the win, I guess!! Now to settle in and make this new house on Cottrill Street a home.

As part of the ongoing beautification of our new home, Plant Lover and I bought a moon wall clock. After hanging
it up, we both stood in the middle of the floor for several moments, 
looking up in beatific silence at the moon.
That's that for now, boys and girls. Come back again soon where I'll have some updates on the exciting (and not so exciting) musical theatre front!! Stay tuned!!!

Thursday, 19 April 2018

Hellooooo, Cottrill! (II)

Here's a little treat for those of you who'd like a video guided tour through our humble new abode...

Hellooooo, Cottrill!

Hey all! Whew, sorry for the lack of updates... it has been a whirlwind of activity lately, both good and bad! Let's start with the good... or rather, the bittersweet. I'm out of the house on North Lake Road! Whoo-hoooo! Yup, as of Saturday, 14th April, Plant Lover Housemate (Bren) and I got our stuff out of that house and into this new place in Cottrill Street, where I'd picked up the keys from the real estate agent's the day before and had done a massive-ish clean of the entire place. It felt like a step backwards after the modernity of North Lake Road, and it's definitely a humbler house. But once Bren and I got our gear and furniture in — an arduous 12-hour day of moving and lifting furniture which left me achy and stiff and sore for days — it began to feel much more like a home.

Ping-pong table and lemon tree in the courtyard.
Outside sofas to relax on!
One view of the kitchen/dining/laundry area.
Living room, with tiny monitor serving as a placeholder for our new big-screen TV (hopefully!)
Another view of dining and kitchen.
My humble bedroom. Hope to do more in terms of decor soon!
My study/office/studio! Out of view:
a comfy faux leather recliner chair!
The original idea was that I would have the master bedroom and Bren would have one of the smaller rooms. But somewhere along the way, I'd asked if I could have the spare bedroom (it's a 3-room house) as a study, and Bren said sure. The only issue then was that he later felt uneasy with the idea of me having the equivalent of three rooms in the house (if you count the master bedroom as 2 rooms), while he only had one. So he expressed that concern very nicely to me, and we mutually agreed that he would have the master bedroom, while I would have the two smaller rooms; one as my bedroom (almost strictly: no screens, apart from my phone, which I still intend to wean myself off of once I'm in there!), and the other as my home studio/study/office space. I'm happy to report it's worked out very nicely for us!

As of this Tuesday, just a couple of days ago, we had NBN internet set up and running in our place. A funny story: Bren had asked what we'd like to name our wifi connection, and we'd come up with "Chooey and the Bren", hahaha! So we'd gone about the house singing: "Chooey and the Bren! It's Chooey and the Bren!"... only he then went and called it "Choochootrain" instead. "Why not?" he exclaimed laughingly when I jokingly protested. "Choochootrain! I like it! Don't you like it?" I had to concede that it was pretty cute. Later we had to set up a second wifi connection (something to do with ghz and speeds, don't ask me) and he decided to call it Choochoobren, which I approved of, heheh!

So that's the positive news with regards to the housing. The bad stuff... well, that will be coming up shortly. I'll leave you with this photo of Bren's weed pants, which I got him for Christmas. Why the photo, you ask? My reply: "Why not?" ARF. ARF. More to come... stay tuned!