Unlike the song, I did not shoot the Sheriff but shot the deputy instead. And unlike the song too, I did not use a gun, rather a camera. And who the deputy is, I am not at liberty to say for now.
After finishing my personal errands early this afternoon, I rendezvoused with Wak Kasiran somewhere near Cheras to begin shooting a series of video clips of the candidates for the upcoming PRU12. We made it there early to avoid the traffic snarls which Cheras was very infamous for, and found it still is. While we made it to the location at 5pm - an hour ahead of the scheduled time - our subject for the shoot unfortunately was caught in the snarl! With the afternoon sun blazing hot, we had no choice but to seek refuge in a tomyam shop for a teh tarik or two. Nothing else we could do but wait. And waiting, is a very tiring affair. Then finally at around 6.30, with the light fading fast, did we manage to begin shooting.
After we went through the storyboard in a hurry, the candidate requested changes and we had no choice but to comply. Thus, that sometime cameraman sometime reporter sometime a lovesick fella and sometime supirman of cakapaje had to devise and salvage what little there was. Not too bright a fella too that cakapaje guy, as he resorted to a textbook shoot which is almost similar to an RTM production. Urgh! To make matter worse, the candidate had to leave by 8.30 to catch a flight! So, believe me when I mentioned earlier, there was precious little of salvaging to be had.
If its an indication of how much shoot we managed to get, then imagine this: We wrapped up by 8.15!
There is no one to be blamed; everyone is to be blamed! Namely, that cakapaje guy for getting his left leg swollen like a small balloon during the 10-11 Open House at Istana Negara. Otherwise, webtv8 could have planned for a better time with room for errors and what not! Sigh. But what to do? Perhaps next when we do the shooting, someone ought to bring an elephant gun and shoot that cakapaje's leg for good! But till then, let's all enjoy this song.
I'm feeling too sleepy and tired to be sending any news tonight. Its not just a matter of picking an article and sending it out alone, but it involves searching for the right news, reading it and then like that sometime reporter cakapaje like to do, marrying the news before sending it out. It takes time...and energy. That last bit, is just something I don't have anymore for tonight. And if its curses that awaits me by those in waiting, then curses it shall be. Hello! I don't do this for a living! I mean, I do have a life too!
To my friends and anyone reading, forgive me. I am just too bloody frustrated with the turn of events today!