Day 17

Cordial salutations to the endearing readers viewing this forsaken text.

Today we had a Subway feast, Maj, Kez and I.

We were told that our new script had some problems which were quickly rectified. The interviewer in our script is a student from a high life school hence his tone is a little stuck up and condescending tone. We have made a new time line and tomorrow we will resume our productions here and there and pick up from where we left off. We should do fine because regardless of being crippled the 3 of us still have the determination to pull this off and achieve a fine grade pleasing to our eyes.

We need a new camera because we returned the old one. We are going to find many ways to salvage the video and make a kick ass one and owned the silly epics we have watched. No offense.

We went to my place to watch Girl, Interrupted but then my quirky family had to bring all its four members to service the computer. I accidentally cheated Kez's feelings because I thought I had the Juno DVD. She got pissed and her period is coming soon either I take the weekend off to the Maldives or I hide in a bunker somewhere in Fort Canning.

Maj may have her period too, I should just bury myself alive. I am not trying to suck up but listening to Whitney somehow bears an uncanny resemblance to Kez's voice.


We can do this project well because every night I pray to God that He will help us get through this with a grade that glorifies His name. I tell Him every night too to make people stop hurting me and I ask Him to keep the frail but impregnable hope I still cling onto.