Chapter 25: Looking Back...

Welcome, dear readers, to once again, a new chapter of the tome of truth. Well, remember the last time I mentioned the national education project? Okay, I guess that might have been a while, so let us have a recap.

To put this in basic form, in order to fulfil a certain requirement decreed by the grey men, I am told to create a documentary or representation of events in the past of Singapore, so as to learn and, to prove and certify that I am aware of the history of Singapore and how far it has brought us and the lessons we can learn, as a group project during the holidays, in which one of the first essential parts is to gather members from class which would be difficult to do so if not for MSN (The MicroSoft Network) Messenger program, handphones and emails (Okay... I guess it was not too bad) as a constructive activity which I would like the supervising lecturers to know that I find it very fun and interesting. (<------ NOTICE)

Actually, it really is kind of fun and interesting to learn about the past and the great things that do not exist today.

Well, back to the present, I went for another meeting today, and we settled the editing of the interview video (Which, trust me, is great entertainment, like watching a cantonese drama, but with actual solid content. I am going to ask for the RAW video later, if possible). And, we worked on the scenes and props, which meant mroe work for me to edit the script. >_<; But the highlight of the day, and to my horror, is that before I came to register the consequences in my mind, I already volunteered an area (the back area where a wooden door from the kitchen leads to the outside) as a place to hold a certain scene involving robbery. Speaking of robbery, since they were going to use fake knives, I am planning to edit the script to include a small slashing action, in which the robbed victim hurts her hand by using it to push the blade of the weapon aside as a natural defense machanism, just to add a little action. Originally, I would not have added that if we were to use real knives, for safety's sake.

Here, I went, sidetracking again. -.- Anyway, the reason why I volunteered is this. I told them that I would write the minutes for the meeting. But they were changing their mind and making so much discussion about where the scene of the robbery should be held, and since I thought the place I volunteered could look like what they were looking for, in order to help them find a conclusion, I automatically gave them a solution. Twenty-five percent within myself, I am hoping they will find the place unsuitable.

Well, now I have to get some cheap shorts and singlets to wear from an old market. And if I actually do wear a singlet for what has been a long time to come, that will probably be one of my most degrading moments. But, hey, the remaining seventy-five percent of me does see the bright and logical side, knows what that the right thing should be done, and will not mind a thing. Just as long as nobody else sees the video. Heh.

Until the next station of the tome of truth then, and no, do not get your hopes to high. I will not be posting the video of the play on this blog site. >_> And I shall still continue writing new chapters. Double bursts of bubbles.