Sunday February 17, 2013
What a rush ...
CRAZY, SEXY, HONESTLY
By IDA NERINA
In this helter skelter life, try to appreciate the moments that colour living with rainbows of precious memories.
NEVER mind feelings, Iíve had no time to breathe much of late! Sometimes I really feel how ridiculous the pace we are all rushing through life is. Always rushing to fit so much in. Cram it, jam it, shove it all in!
Have you ever taken the time, paused for a bit to ponder if itís all worth the while? Or more to the point, how it impacts the QUALITY of everything you are doing, and as itís so rushed, you forget to enjoy the life you are barely living?
Iíve written a little about this previously, how weíre always rushing to meet deadlines. Of how we whizz through our lives forgetting to smell the roses, to kiss our loved ones and to appreciate the moment for what it is when we are in it.
Iím noticing it a lot more somehow these past few weeks.
Iíve shot my film, She, for International Womenís Day 2013. It took all of three days. Rushed and crammed as the days were, I savoured my time on set. I was surrounded by some of the most ridiculously good looking people in my life for three days, whatís not to love about that?
My teenage bestie was back from New York and took time off what precious little she had over here to be a part of this chapter of my life. And I have to say, for people not in the industry of waiting like some of us are, Yati and her sister Tini showed so much love for me in their patience on set. As did everyone else who was a part of this rather epic short film.
I am deeply grateful to everyone involved Ė my cast, my guests, my generous sponsors of car, wardrobe, food, cake and The Venue. A dear friend who opened his heart and home to us. My incredible production team. And especially so to these two SUPER beings: my assistant director Umie and producer/second AD/hands and legs Angela, who were just flying all over the place.
And I must say this: it was because, as time-consuming as it was, we took the time to go through all the nitty gritty with a fine tooth-comb together during pre-production so we were on the same page.
I really could not have done this without them by my side.
Ladies and gentlemen, Iím proud to announce that all 15 films of Ikal Mayang (for International Womenís Day) are ďin the canĒ, a figure of speech from the days when cans of celluloid film were used. Itís all digital these days.
In any case, all 15 directors are busy with their post-production work, which includes editing, sound and colour grading. The most time-consuming, tedious part of the process really. Sometimes heart-wrenching because we often have to cut out bits that weíre partial to, but as they may not push the story forward, some scenes have to go.
As tedious as it may seem though, storytellers WILL go the extra mile and go back and forth with their editors to make sure that piece of them which will be shared with the public is as near to their idea of perfection as possible.
Itís a painstaking process few can be bothered with in this industry. Itís always about deadlines and costs. Things have to be rushed through, and as a result, we skim past preferred objectives and often settle for plan E. IF there was a plan at all.
Added to all this frenzy, Iím having SO much fun coming up with all our posters, credits, the links that tie us up nicely and our opening montage.
Life is certainly blessedly full.
On another note, Iíve had a few interesting situations with accessibility these past couple of months.
With numerous project/s meetings and a shoot on location here and there, Iíve had to meander over to a local mall; the SS2 Mall in Petaling Jaya. And since Iíve been going there, Iíve had to be deft at handling any loo and office visits. For the simple reason, the management somehow doesnít seem to see the importance of having a clean WORKING toilet (for the likes of me) and clear access to all floors other than the ground level one of the main building.
So, remember how I said there is a ďloss of powerĒ of oneís sense of self when one has to be carried up stairs? Well, I had to go through that to get on set for one of the films. And had to put three strong men through the task of lugging me up two flights of stairs.
Also, the disabled loo there is without light, dirty, and seems to be harvesting dead cockcroaches. Disgusting. Think about it.
Now let that gross thought go and find your heart to feel, for Extra Love Day has just passed. So how do I love Thee? Let me count the many ways ... but suffice to say, in the breath that I breathe, in the life that I live, which You doth giveth me. In the random innocuous ways I have been sharing my otherwise very personal life with you in this column. In the way that you see me. I will not rush that love. Let us savour it.
Having put it off for far too long, Ida Nerina has finally surrendered to diversifying herself creatively. She continues to be grateful for lifeís small mercies. And short people. You can follow her innocuous ramblings on fakebook and other rampant psycho babbling with that blue bird, as she seems to have become a twit with a camera Ė and deft with her fingers too. Speak to her at email@example.com.