Day 6 Part 1 - post & video
Day 6 Part 2 - post & video
Day 7 - post & video
Day 8 - post & video
Thursday, January 25, 2007
About My First Movie
Feel like I've been writing too much (and too slowly) on my first attempt on movie-making, so much that I hadn't really been blogging. So, this post is to compile all the postings & videos pertaining to 'Where There's Will, There's Wei'. That way, you'll be able to view everything (to date) at once. Hope it helps.
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Public Transport - Trains (8)
Joash: Bang, train banyak lambat lah...
KTM guy: Hujan mah...
Joash: Takkan KTM banjir? Habis mengapa train ke Sentul boleh sampai?
KTM guy: Itu train dari Port Klang mah...
Joash: Port Klang lebih dekat kepada air kan?
KTM guy: Err.... (picks up the phone and calls the train)
It was a Monday evening. I finished my work effectively & efficient, determined to go home earlier than usual to meet my dad at thet Kepong KTM. He has just returned from overseas, and has taken a train from KL Sentral. I told him to wait 20 minutes for me, so we can go home together.
The rain was heavy alright, but it lasted less than an hour. And maybe the trains would have to slow down to prevent accidents, but how do you explain the trains heading to Sentul coming on time??
It was rush hour, and the crowd's growing... The train finally came after 40 minutes, but there was no way for everyone to enter the next 2 trains. The 3rd train was filled with compassionless idiots, who refused to move in & fill the empty spaces. Somehow KTM cause people to be cold like that... In the end, I got on a train exactly 1 hour after I bought my ticket. It's a good thing I told my dad not to wait for me.
That was Monday.
This morning I had to wait for the train again. Guess how long before I could get on a train? 1 hour. The first train was filled with compassionless idiots again. The second train that came was rather empty, but somehow the train operators closed the first coach & not allow anyone in there. I reached work at 10.30am.
2 hours of my life gone. Can I sue??
KTM guy: Hujan mah...
Joash: Takkan KTM banjir? Habis mengapa train ke Sentul boleh sampai?
KTM guy: Itu train dari Port Klang mah...
Joash: Port Klang lebih dekat kepada air kan?
KTM guy: Err.... (picks up the phone and calls the train)
It was a Monday evening. I finished my work effectively & efficient, determined to go home earlier than usual to meet my dad at thet Kepong KTM. He has just returned from overseas, and has taken a train from KL Sentral. I told him to wait 20 minutes for me, so we can go home together.
The rain was heavy alright, but it lasted less than an hour. And maybe the trains would have to slow down to prevent accidents, but how do you explain the trains heading to Sentul coming on time??
It was rush hour, and the crowd's growing... The train finally came after 40 minutes, but there was no way for everyone to enter the next 2 trains. The 3rd train was filled with compassionless idiots, who refused to move in & fill the empty spaces. Somehow KTM cause people to be cold like that... In the end, I got on a train exactly 1 hour after I bought my ticket. It's a good thing I told my dad not to wait for me.
That was Monday.
This morning I had to wait for the train again. Guess how long before I could get on a train? 1 hour. The first train was filled with compassionless idiots again. The second train that came was rather empty, but somehow the train operators closed the first coach & not allow anyone in there. I reached work at 10.30am.
2 hours of my life gone. Can I sue??
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Rude Awakening
This morning I was awaken by someone shouting my dad's name in front of the house. It's not unusually that people would approach my parents in odd hours, asking for help. After all, they are pastors. And more often than not, I'm the first person to meet / speak to that individual, then I'll wake up my parents up...
I got out of my bed & meet this person at the gate. He said he lived with us before, so that's how he found our house. I couldn't recognise him at first, plus he said his name was David. He requested for a cup of cold water, after which he drank & vomitted just outside my house. Before I called for my mother (my dad isn't around), I probed him to make sure that he wasn't trying to trick me.
He had been wandering on the streets for days, & whenever he had some money, he would buy Toddy (Indian alcohol) and drink with some Indian buddies. It was easy to tell that he had some before coming over. What happened this morning was that he decided to go back home, but his family wouldn't let him in. He climbed into the house, which led to the family calling the police to take him to the hospital. The police, however, sent him to the 7-11 near my house. God knows why, and only God knows if he was telling the truth. And there he was, asking me to send him to the hospital. He kept saying that if we don't help him, he'll commit suicide.
After giving him his fourth cup of water, I called my mom to come down & meet him. Immediately my mom was able to identify him as Peter Lim. He did stay in my house for a while. My dad was trying to help him get back on his feet, & of course get rid of his drinking habits. Twice we tried to help him set up a business. He was good at cooking, so once he did catering, the second time he set up a char kui teow stall. Both started off well, but ended up with him falling back to alcohol.
I forgot how he left the house, but I remembered the many times when he took me out for mamak. Almost every night he'll give me a treat. At that time my favourite was Roti Sardin, so I would call that everytime. I can recall one night he said he didn't have enough money, so I need to call something cheaper. Looking back I think it was his way of thanking my parents for taking care of him & also to not use the money for alcohol.
We tried to call his family, to get confirmation of the story, but no one answered the phone. He agreed that we should call the police & send him to the hospital. He even said we should take him to a mental hospital. I made him a cup of milo & my mother gave him some biscuits as we waited for the police.
2 things I want to highlight here. 1, is that we called the police at 7.30am, & the guy at the other end actually said that we would have to wait for 2 hours for them to come, as they were changing shifts at that time. Ermm... so the police isn't ready 24/7 is it?? My mom had to call the second time at 9am. Finally they arrived at the house around 10am.
Second thing is really simple. Peter started drinking at the age of 12. And now he's in his 40's, a burden to his family & the people who know him. Friends, whatever befalls you, don't turn to alcohol & drugs. Forgiveness frees you from hurting yourself more... An occational drink is alright, but don't ever assume you're not addicted. That's where the fall begins. Surround yourself with friends who know how to have fun, but at the same time can look out for one another. Don't let yourself be vulnerable to alcohol abuse.
I got out of my bed & meet this person at the gate. He said he lived with us before, so that's how he found our house. I couldn't recognise him at first, plus he said his name was David. He requested for a cup of cold water, after which he drank & vomitted just outside my house. Before I called for my mother (my dad isn't around), I probed him to make sure that he wasn't trying to trick me.
He had been wandering on the streets for days, & whenever he had some money, he would buy Toddy (Indian alcohol) and drink with some Indian buddies. It was easy to tell that he had some before coming over. What happened this morning was that he decided to go back home, but his family wouldn't let him in. He climbed into the house, which led to the family calling the police to take him to the hospital. The police, however, sent him to the 7-11 near my house. God knows why, and only God knows if he was telling the truth. And there he was, asking me to send him to the hospital. He kept saying that if we don't help him, he'll commit suicide.
After giving him his fourth cup of water, I called my mom to come down & meet him. Immediately my mom was able to identify him as Peter Lim. He did stay in my house for a while. My dad was trying to help him get back on his feet, & of course get rid of his drinking habits. Twice we tried to help him set up a business. He was good at cooking, so once he did catering, the second time he set up a char kui teow stall. Both started off well, but ended up with him falling back to alcohol.
I forgot how he left the house, but I remembered the many times when he took me out for mamak. Almost every night he'll give me a treat. At that time my favourite was Roti Sardin, so I would call that everytime. I can recall one night he said he didn't have enough money, so I need to call something cheaper. Looking back I think it was his way of thanking my parents for taking care of him & also to not use the money for alcohol.
We tried to call his family, to get confirmation of the story, but no one answered the phone. He agreed that we should call the police & send him to the hospital. He even said we should take him to a mental hospital. I made him a cup of milo & my mother gave him some biscuits as we waited for the police.
2 things I want to highlight here. 1, is that we called the police at 7.30am, & the guy at the other end actually said that we would have to wait for 2 hours for them to come, as they were changing shifts at that time. Ermm... so the police isn't ready 24/7 is it?? My mom had to call the second time at 9am. Finally they arrived at the house around 10am.
Second thing is really simple. Peter started drinking at the age of 12. And now he's in his 40's, a burden to his family & the people who know him. Friends, whatever befalls you, don't turn to alcohol & drugs. Forgiveness frees you from hurting yourself more... An occational drink is alright, but don't ever assume you're not addicted. That's where the fall begins. Surround yourself with friends who know how to have fun, but at the same time can look out for one another. Don't let yourself be vulnerable to alcohol abuse.
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Monday, January 08, 2007
Sunday, January 07, 2007
Catch Phrase (2)
I was going to post more blooper videos from the movie we made, Where There's Will, There's Wei... but somehow after 1 hour of uploading the video, the loading bar still showed 1%. Now I have to wait till 5.30pm (after office hours) to try uploading the video again... Arghh... Anyhow, it's a good opportunity to blog about the new catch phrase that I made up. Did you try to use the previous one? It's really good, you should try it...
This new one is seriously good. At least that's what I think lah... I tried it on several people, and they just gave me this you-are-so-lame stare. It's kinda long, so remember to give yourself a pat on the back when you manage to apply the catch phrase successfully. In fact, you should throw a party for yourself... Ok. You ready?? The new catch phrase is this:
This new one is seriously good. At least that's what I think lah... I tried it on several people, and they just gave me this you-are-so-lame stare. It's kinda long, so remember to give yourself a pat on the back when you manage to apply the catch phrase successfully. In fact, you should throw a party for yourself... Ok. You ready?? The new catch phrase is this:
"Sometimes I shit myself, and think that's the way it's suppose to be done"
Did you get that? Shit myself simple means shit in the pants lah... So it's like you've done something that's totally out of the ordinary or the social norm or political correctness or ABSOLUTELY CRAZY... then when you snap out of your momentary insanity, with everyone looking at you like you just shit your pants, say...
"Sometimes I shit myself, and think that's the way it's suppose to be done"
Alternatively, you could say something along the lines of "I'm sorry, I was out of line", "I don't know what I was thinking", or "Excuse me"... but where's the fun in that, right?? Right??
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