Coolcat's Jottings

Can't resist putting up that blog title. My brother decided to forego his company trip to Pangkor Island just because he wanted to see his sister (me!) act. So sweet of him! By the way, the play will be screened from 3-5th December at DUMC, Seapark at 8pm. So, come one, come all

On a side note, I am sitting here tapping on my keyboard with a sappy smile on my face. Yes, am definitely in the holiday mood now. Will be heading up north with Rina and some other pals for a long break during this Deepavalli and Hari Raya break. Nothing like a holiday to put me in a happy mode. It doesn't matter where I go as long as it's with cool and fun friends! Will be back with some photos of the trip. Stay tuned!

Saw the trailers for 'Forgiven' for the first time on Saturday evening. And it was quite a weird experience seeing my face projected on-screen. At some parts, I felt like cringing. Man, do I really look like that when I'm consoling someone? The other lead actor, Thomas felt the same when he saw cool shots of him playing basketball.

On Sunday morning, my cell group members and I came as a battalion to church. Our sacred mission was to prepare the Holy Communion and do the washing-up later.

Our battle plan was to take a break from the washing when the trailers were aired. I wanted my supportive friends and brother to watch it with me and they, in turn, couldn't wait to see me in action for the first time on the silver screen (my church premises being a former cinema). There were a few false alarms as we thought the trailer was going to be shown and we ran to and fro the washing area towards the big tv screen on the church foyer. Talk about kancheong-ness! [i](Translation: overly anxious)[/i]

The full-time church staff manning the counter nearby smiled at our enthusiastic and excited faces and chatters as the trailer came on-screen. My young friends oooohed and aaaahed and cheered and whistled as the mini-preview was shown. Me, I was simply thrilled and touched at how supportive they were. How I wished my parents were there, too. They are supportive in their own way - releasing me to go for video shoots and rehearsals and understanding when I had to spend all of my weekends away from home.

As my friends cheered on, I was reminded how important my loved ones' support was to me. It made all the hours and hard work put in so much sweeter and worthwhile.

And it also made the washin' and the dryin' of the communion trays and cups so much bearable. Even the most mundane tasks are so exciting to do when we do it together as a joyful and united team. To my supportive family and friends, you guys are my lifeline!

Truly, joys are doubled and sufferings are halved when shared with loved ones

Ever since the production crew came over to J-son's house for video shoots, the house was in total harum-scarum. There were clothes strewn everywhere, as well as camera tripods, plastic bags, boxes, make-up stuff and props like the sponge cake that was left uneaten and turned mouldy after a few days.

When J-son's youthful mom was due to come back from Australia for a two-week break back home, J-son quickly got a maid to clean up the house. But still, there was so much that one maid could do and we were imagining the horrified look Aunty Ho would have when she came back home.

When the next video shoot came around, I traipsed over the J-son's house, totally forgetting that Aunty had returned. Being hungry, I was wondering what dishes he had bought for the crew's dinner. As soon as I entered the house, some very tantalising and delicious smells greeted me. Surely J-son had not ordered a buffet spread for us! No packed chicken rice would smell that good!

Then Aunty came out to greet me and said that she had prepared a simple dinner for us. Simple?? The table nearly gave way with all the food she had prepared!

I looked at her face carefully and detected no signs of the horrified look any mother would have when she sees her beautiful and clean home transformed into something like a war victim's hideout.

She always had a good word to say and doesn't mind at all when we took her bedroom space for our shoots. And she made sure we have yummy things to eat whenever she sees us. Yesterday, my respect and admiration for her grew by leaps and bounds when she didn't bat an eye when we delibrately smashed a vase (part of our props) in her kitchen and banged her kitchen door several times. She helped us clean up the mess and made hot Milo for us before we went back.

Now, is this mama cool or what??