Someone Like You- Adele

Running takes my mind off certain things.

But at the same time, it forces me to focus on some.

I had a quick chat with God while running just now from my house to Bishan Park and then back. I had a stomachache while at Bishan Park so I stopped and walked for a while. It was peaceful, tranquil, a little dark but it wasn't too scary. It was all very nice and serene, but my heart wasn't. I was in a sort of a mess, the kind of mess that I should have pulled myself up a long time ago but didn't, the kind of mess like a drunken tattoo somewhere hidden gone wrong. Yes, that kind.

The kind that nobody can help you. Only God. My fear though, is that He's been sending people to help me, but I'm too preoccupied to notice.

Anyway, it doesn't matter. I still had a good chat with The Man Upstairs. In time, I'll understand why certain things work in certain ways, why people can be so nice at once and nasty the next.

We're no longer kids who tear each other up over who gets the most love from our parents. We're all grown up now.

This post wasn't meant to be ended in this way, but it just goes to show that there are bigger messes to fix than (figurative) drunken tattoos and whatnot. We just gotta move on from what's in front of us to something more. So,

"Nevermind I'll find someone like you.
I wish nothing but the best for you.
Don't forget me, I pray,
I remember you said,
Sometimes it lasts in love and sometimes it hurts
instead."

Sometimes it lasts, sometimes it hurts, and we just gotta get a grip on and move on.

Stop Taking My Permanent Marker!

I think the most important stationary tool for a production person is the humble permanent marker.

So I need it. Give it back.

On a different note, I'm still loving Avril Lavigne.



Happy Deepavali people!

The 10th Month of the Year.

I might be imagining things, but I highly doubt it.

Premiere

This is my show's opening titles when it was Season 1. Now, it's in Season 2, and it's on air. First episode is on today!

Finally, after months of hard work, it's out here for the world. First and foremost I need to thank my friends who helped me as extras/scour for extras. Thanks Yan!

Yesterday was the wrap party, and I only had 2 beers, but that was it. Never have been a good drinker, and I wonder when I ever will be. But it was good to mingle with the cast and crew, and just let loose for once. It was really too stressful for the past few days before the wrap party, but I'm just glad it's all over.

Even told Patricia that I saw her on a rerun of 搞笑行动 the night before, and she said "Ya, can you imagine? That was the time where I just joined them, and it's already 14 years! I bet you were a kid when you first watched it."

It was good. Even got some valuable advice from the freelance editor.

Now, it's Knockout time. 29 episodes down, and 23 more to go!

Click below to see the articles related to my show:

http://www.tnp.sg/content/pat-mok-flaunting-her-big-mouth

http://sg.entertainment.yahoo.com/blogs/singapore-showbiz/vernetta-lopez-saving-world-one-time-065135227.html

7am.

You know you've been working too late when you work so late into the night that when you turn around, you see day.

But I'm still sustaining.

And there's a weekend to look forward to. Weekends, now, since I need not be on set anymore.

Of course, as I speak, I'm still here, in the office. Leaving soon, though, thank God.

This is the phase where work takes centre stage. And I must say, it is easy to lose yourself in all of these.

At least after work there's still other things to look forward to. Like spontaneous cell supper even though I had to crawl up at 8 the next day. Like having so much fun with lunch on Sunday. Like seeing the people you've grown to love over the past 2 years. And of course, hearing the good news of Justin & Kim's baby being born.

It's all good. And now... done. Time to go home!

God=Good

It was morning. I was putting the hard disk with all my life's work- ok, I exaggerate, it's only 1 project- into my pretty little backpack when my hand slipped.

Piang.

Shit happened. The hard disk that has my final cut pro file went toot, toot, toot, toot, and stopped turning.

Okay, don't panic. Go to work. Maybe it'll be okay when I get to work.

So I went to work, set up my laptop, plugged in my hard disk. And waited. And waited. Switched the hard disk off, then on, and waited. And waited.

Then almost pulled my hair out. Nothing. The computer couldn't even detect the hard disk, which makes my $150 Data Rescue software useless.

Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo was the word I was looking for. Could have gone on even longer. I wish. But I'm not one to mope and cry while time was running out. I had to present this edit by this evening! All I needed was my fcp file. I had back ups of everything else. Just that darn fcp file stuck in the doomed hard disk.

So I made a few calls, checked out some Sim Lim Square websites, and whisked over. While in the cab, I asked Felily and Joyce to pray. There was nothing, nothing else to do, but pray. Oh, how I wish I could pry open that stupid $477 LACIE hard disk and magically set all its parts back so that it won't go "toot toot toot too", but no, I can't.

Nothing else to do, but pray. Really, really hard.

I went up to the 5th floor, where there were some repair shops, got this chap who say they'll look at it and call me within an hour or two to see if they can fix it, then I went to get lunch. I switched on my laptop after lunch, intending to continue on some graphics for the same project when...

Usually, there's an "autosave vault" function in Final Cut. I always direct the "autosaved" files, which are files progressively saved as you do your project, into the hard disk I work on. It's a habit, and I always tell my interns to do the same, because it will take up space if you put it on your laptop.

But this time, THIS time, I forgot that I directed all my files to my laptop, when I had to do some minor editing the day before. And then I forgot to switch it back to the hard disk.

So it means that whatever I worked on yesterday, was "autosaved" in a folder in MY DESKTOP.

When I opened the folder in anticipation, and saw the file I needed so badly sitting there, comfortably, in my own desktop, I was just overwhelmed. I double-clicked it, and it opened. Like magic. It was there, everything was there.

Now all I needed to do was to reconnect everything, which wasn't hard because I had everything else backed up.

And there, relief sets in. Relief that God always have my back. Praise the Lord and His awesomeness.

Also thank you Felily and Joyce!!!

Up In The Air

My previous post below is just a small-time self-pity rant, which you can ignore.

In fact, I was moping about the fact that I worked late the whole week, but no no, don't have to take pity on me. I should be glad for that actually, because I was given an opportunity to do something big. Something that'll be on tv. Put smiley face. :)

Ya, happy la, even though I missed night time activities.

It's amazing to see how the opportunities come when you are patient and press on. And definitely, these are God-given, I have to acknowledge that.

You see the picture above? I was supposed to talk about my Bali trip, but no time lah. But I would like to share that special moment immortalised by this picture.

Para-sailing.

Basically, you wear your harness, you listen to the guy with 2 flags. And before you know it, your harness is clipped to the parachute and the people are asking you to run. Run! Run!

It's only 5 seconds before the wind takes you up. There's no way of coming back down, you're going higher now. You're scared, but all you can do is hold on to the parachute. You can see the boat now, then you see corals, and then you see the whole beach below you.

You're still scared. In awe, yes, but still afraid, tense. Afraid that you might somehow fall. It's beautiful though, and if you weren't so scared, you'll be enjoying the view.

Right there, right at the top of the world, with wind at your feet and the sky within your reach, you start talking to the only person who can calm you down. God.

After about 5-7 minutes, you find your feet on sand again. Ahh, you survived.

I've never been much of a thrill seeker, but I believe that this experience probably made me bolder, and grateful.

Wow, I have been empowered.

The Week.

Monday I mope.

Tuesday I mope even more.

Wednesday I mope the hardest.

Thursday I get sick of moping.

Friday I get sick of myself moping.

Saturday and Sunday so happy!

Monday I mope again.

Stressed is Just Desserts Spelt Backwards

Stress is but a passing phase.

That's what I tell myself.

Also, one step forward, but three steps back.

That is something I don't quite understand about myself. Always, you know. I see familiar things from 2010 in 2011, yet they are starkly different. And so I just have to remind myself, hello, not same anymore la. Stop living in the past, can?

Funny how when things are gone, you realise how much you've taken them for granted. And how beautiful they were.

I probably matured, by my own standards, in leaps and bounds in 2011. And I think my writing's very irregular. Like my heart has a stone and the words just don't come out right. Whereas I try to be happier/lame in my posts last time, I think my posts for this year don't really make sense.

And I over-analyze.

It's true. My heart has a stone. And this stone is trying to teach me a lesson, I reckon. About perseverance, about passion, about how I live, and most importantly, about love.

This is a fact- love never fades. It may dwindle, it may grow small, but it'll never fade. And it took me, what, the whole of my life to finally see how unselfish one can be when it boils down to the people you love.

I love love. Geddit? I lurve love.

Aiyo, so emo. Must be the lack of sleep.

Amongotherthings.