<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569948583193712532</id><updated>2012-02-17T01:28:44.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FYP 2 Project</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatal-of-escape.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569948583193712532/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatal-of-escape.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>5 rangers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661098071660323649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569948583193712532.post-462720043673386707</id><published>2009-01-03T19:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T19:38:52.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Storyboard (Lift 511)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HiZhr7CqaIQ/SV9OIeWrquI/AAAAAAAAACs/hMvE8RUnvDc/s1600-h/img005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287030395050371810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HiZhr7CqaIQ/SV9OIeWrquI/AAAAAAAAACs/hMvE8RUnvDc/s400/img005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HiZhr7CqaIQ/SV9OIf_ueRI/AAAAAAAAACk/4Bh_EyrghII/s1600-h/img004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287030395490957586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HiZhr7CqaIQ/SV9OIf_ueRI/AAAAAAAAACk/4Bh_EyrghII/s400/img004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HiZhr7CqaIQ/SV9OIHdVsGI/AAAAAAAAACc/83Lz26rQyTk/s1600-h/img003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287030388904276066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HiZhr7CqaIQ/SV9OIHdVsGI/AAAAAAAAACc/83Lz26rQyTk/s400/img003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HiZhr7CqaIQ/SV9OICeOp1I/AAAAAAAAACU/3uv-4cfQgZg/s1600-h/img002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287030387565832018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HiZhr7CqaIQ/SV9OICeOp1I/AAAAAAAAACU/3uv-4cfQgZg/s400/img002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Above are some storyboards of our previous production, "Lift 511". It was done by me, Randy. My drawing is quite lousy so bear with it! : )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569948583193712532-462720043673386707?l=fatal-of-escape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatal-of-escape.blogspot.com/feeds/462720043673386707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569948583193712532&amp;postID=462720043673386707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569948583193712532/posts/default/462720043673386707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569948583193712532/posts/default/462720043673386707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatal-of-escape.blogspot.com/2009/01/storyboard-lift-511.html' title='Storyboard (Lift 511)'/><author><name>5 rangers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661098071660323649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HiZhr7CqaIQ/SV9OIeWrquI/AAAAAAAAACs/hMvE8RUnvDc/s72-c/img005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569948583193712532.post-4621109956552663463</id><published>2009-01-03T19:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T19:09:38.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Script</title><content type='html'>This is the english version of the script. It will act as the subtitles for our short film titled "但。。。"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crowded Streets/Busy Road:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy traffic, crowded streets…&lt;br /&gt;In this boundless huge crowds, there are seemingly familiar faces&lt;br /&gt;However, I believe that everyone of us is caught up in our individual space&lt;br /&gt;The pace of the ever changing world is too fast&lt;br /&gt;and I am lagging behind.&lt;br /&gt;It’s a pity, whoever takes the time to appreciates the tiny details of their surrounding&lt;br /&gt;and who will understand the desire of a soul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playground:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yearn for a return to my childhood. Those were the happiest days of my life&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscing on the good times shared with my brother and cousins.&lt;br /&gt;Those were the nostalgic moments.&lt;br /&gt;Back in the days, our haven was a playground beneath where we stayed.&lt;br /&gt;We had our fun.&lt;br /&gt;It was the simple joy that brought upon our happiness.&lt;br /&gt;However now, the playground was demolished. What remains is a vacant land of our scattered pieces of childhood memories. Almost like a forgotten past, left with no traces.&lt;br /&gt;I guess, those childhood playmates have grown and lead better lives than me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is nearing, but I have never felt the joy of it. It could be due to my reserve nature. I refrain from sharing my feelings, whether it be joy or sadness, I kept it all to myself. While I can’t help feeling the need for someone to be there for me.&lt;br /&gt;For a cold heart needs moments of warmth too. Well, who can I turn to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deserted bus stop:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard someone said: The process of waiting is beautiful. The beauty lies within the anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;for all my life, what am I waiting for? Why am I always feeling hopeless comparing to the rest?&lt;br /&gt;that day, I was at that bus stop, and I heard something whispered in my ears:&lt;br /&gt;for all that will eventually come, patience is the key...&lt;br /&gt;I was clueless to when eventually will my key to happiness arrived...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plane:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plane flew across the dusk...the wind brushes across the cheek&lt;br /&gt;The dandelion dance with the wind&lt;br /&gt;The mellow gold moment bridges a reunion with the olden times&lt;br /&gt;A urge for me to grow a pair of wings and fly to freedom&lt;br /&gt;However, will the sorrows be gone while I fly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Tree:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blooming tree spreads its branches and leaves across the horizon&lt;br /&gt;It provides shelter for the smaller organisms&lt;br /&gt;while I am helpless...&lt;br /&gt;through the years, it had grown bigger and stronger than me&lt;br /&gt;Can my frail stature withstand the weathering?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back Alley:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shadow is my closest companion in the back alley&lt;br /&gt;while I walk....&lt;br /&gt;It grew longer as I walked away from the light&lt;br /&gt;With a cigarette in my hand, I proceed with the 5 minutes of luxury.&lt;br /&gt;The graffiti on the wall, accompanied an unwelcomed guest like me with their liveliness.&lt;br /&gt;There is beauty in darkness but being in darkness for too long, it will consume me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clark Quay:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can alcohol intoxicate a weary soul? I do not have the answer.&lt;br /&gt;It provides me with short term comfort, It evaporates my worries&lt;br /&gt;It makes me forget the existence of someone, It is my form of self humoring&lt;br /&gt;It can change one’s values in life&lt;br /&gt;can it really make me happy?&lt;br /&gt;is it a friend or a foe?&lt;br /&gt;However, I could not decide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tunnel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tunnel is a mysterious entrance to a world of another dimension&lt;br /&gt;The recurring reverb caused one to feel the familiar uneasiness&lt;br /&gt;The pedestrians in the tunnel seems different from their usual form&lt;br /&gt;All of the emotions have been engulfed by the old fluorescent light&lt;br /&gt;The hallucination is a mysterious temptation…&lt;br /&gt;But…will there be any reciprocation in being true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beach:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gazing across the vast calm sea, the moment....boundless.&lt;br /&gt;I revealed my secret to the sea...&lt;br /&gt;The waves crashing upon the shores, washes away the traces&lt;br /&gt;leaving behind scars of the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;letting go is a virtue.... looking afar, the children are happily playing. Happiness is infectious.&lt;br /&gt;However… Can I still feel the same way ever again?&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell me?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates!&lt;br /&gt;We are now on the way to complete our packaging and report. It will be complete by this weekend and (definitely looking forward for submission of our project!) : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569948583193712532-4621109956552663463?l=fatal-of-escape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatal-of-escape.blogspot.com/feeds/4621109956552663463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569948583193712532&amp;postID=4621109956552663463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569948583193712532/posts/default/4621109956552663463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569948583193712532/posts/default/4621109956552663463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatal-of-escape.blogspot.com/2009/01/script.html' title='Script'/><author><name>5 rangers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661098071660323649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569948583193712532.post-7276690040764100656</id><published>2008-12-29T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T14:31:10.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Script</title><content type='html'>Monologues:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crowded Street/Busy Road:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;川流不息的交通，人来人往的街上， 就这样？&lt;br /&gt;在这茫茫人海当中， 我看见许多你我都熟悉的面孔。&lt;br /&gt;但我深信在每一个人的世界里，都存有属于自己独有的空间&lt;br /&gt;这世界变化太快，脚步也跟着快，我的步伐。。。跟不上了。&lt;br /&gt;遗憾的是，繁忙都市里，有谁愿意停下脚步多加观察留意自己周围的狭小细节？&lt;br /&gt;又有谁会体会到一颗深沉的心， 在奢望着什么？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playground：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;本人想回到纯真的同年。那是在我成长岁月里最美好的时光。&lt;br /&gt;浮现在脑海里的记忆中，我看见大哥， 表哥， 表弟表妹和我。。。吵闹中景象。&lt;br /&gt;他们如此的深刻。&lt;br /&gt;还记得当时，住家楼下的游乐场就像似我们的天堂，有着数不尽的快乐。我们所谓的快乐就只是那么的简单。&lt;br /&gt;如今，游乐场已被裁毁，剩下的只是一片空地还有许多人的岁月回忆。。。但一点痕迹都不留，像是被遗忘的过去。多年不见的他们应该也过的比我好吧？   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas ：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;圣诞节的脚步一再的靠近，但我却从来没有感受到佳节的气氛。可能是本人一向孤僻的关系， 不太喜欢与它人分享。。。内心的感受。。。快乐的与不快乐的。。。都独自一个人承担。可有时，我却不由自主的渴望着另一个活着的陪伴。我想，这颗寒冷的心，也需要片刻的温暖。。。但要从何取暖？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deserted Bus Stop：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我听过有人说：等待的过程是美的。。。因为美妙的是期待。。。到来。。。&lt;br /&gt;这一生中，我都在等待着什么？为什么我的期待总比他人少了那么一些？&lt;br /&gt;那天，我又回到那车站。。。我。。。听见风说：会来的总会来，耐心等待。。。你的期待。。。&lt;br /&gt;我不明白，开往幸福的那趟车何时才会来？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plane：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;看飞机划过那黄昏的天空，凉快的清风吹着脸蛋。。。&lt;br /&gt;草丛边的蒲公英，又偏偏起舞了。&lt;br /&gt;泛黄景象多美，像是与昔日的重逢。&lt;br /&gt;有一股冲动，把躯体化生为一双翅膀。。。飞向那无限的天空自由翱翔。&lt;br /&gt;但是否一切的不愉快也能被带走？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Tree：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;茂盛的大树，伸搌的枝叶似乎能盖过整片天。&lt;br /&gt;它雄伟的体阔能为无数的生物。。。遮风，挡雨。&lt;br /&gt;而我却无能为力。。。多年以来，它长得比我佐壮。&lt;br /&gt;我脆弱的身躯。。。还能抵挡多少雨打风吹？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back Alley：&lt;br /&gt;在后巷，影子是我最亲密的伴与。&lt;br /&gt;那。。。当我走着。。。走着。。。&lt;br /&gt;它随着距离与灯光而被拉长。。。&lt;br /&gt;手里握着一根烟，延续五分种的快感。&lt;br /&gt;路膀墙上的涂鸦绘画，似有灵魂般的陪伴着&lt;br /&gt;我这位不俗过客。&lt;br /&gt;黑暗始终有黑暗的美&lt;br /&gt;但活在黑暗世界太久， 陌生的会是光明。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clark Quey：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;酒精能否麻醉疲惫的心灵？答案？ 我没有。。。&lt;br /&gt;它能给我短站的安慰。它能把懊恼的事化为云烟&lt;br /&gt;它能使我忘了他人的存在，它是我自嘲的幽默&lt;br /&gt;它能改变价值观。。。&lt;br /&gt;它能让我快乐？&lt;br /&gt;它究竟是朋友，还是敌人？&lt;br /&gt;但。。。我摸不清。。。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tunnel：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人行地下道，总是充满了一股神秘感，像走进了异度空间&lt;br /&gt;当杂乱的回音令人感到不安却又熟悉。&lt;br /&gt;穿梭在地下道的人，都似乎换上新的面容。。。&lt;br /&gt;所有的情绪，几乎都被那暗淡的白灯覆盖着了。&lt;br /&gt;这一种迷幻像未知的诱惑。。。&lt;br /&gt;但是否只要付出真心，就会有回报？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beach：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;遥望着一览无疑的大海。这一刻。。。海阔天空。&lt;br /&gt;我对大海说了个秘密。。。&lt;br /&gt;拍打在岸上的浪花， 把一成一成的癍迹都膜脎掉， 产留是过往已沉淀的悲伤。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;做人要放的开，，，看着远方，孩子们悠闲的习水，快乐是能够分享与传染的。但我是否还能有如此的感受？&lt;br /&gt;就请你告诉我。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569948583193712532-7276690040764100656?l=fatal-of-escape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatal-of-escape.blogspot.com/feeds/7276690040764100656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569948583193712532&amp;postID=7276690040764100656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569948583193712532/posts/default/7276690040764100656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569948583193712532/posts/default/7276690040764100656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatal-of-escape.blogspot.com/2008/12/script.html' title='Script'/><author><name>5 rangers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661098071660323649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569948583193712532.post-5361922359926585483</id><published>2008-12-29T14:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T14:22:41.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Documentation of shootings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HiZhr7CqaIQ/SVhsPFYOxXI/AAAAAAAAABs/HRz__2K6T4U/s1600-h/fyppp+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285093169116923250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HiZhr7CqaIQ/SVhsPFYOxXI/AAAAAAAAABs/HRz__2K6T4U/s320/fyppp+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HiZhr7CqaIQ/SVhq9kcIWiI/AAAAAAAAABE/BFpmV5gBN5I/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285091768705505826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HiZhr7CqaIQ/SVhq9kcIWiI/AAAAAAAAABE/BFpmV5gBN5I/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HiZhr7CqaIQ/SVhqzZ2rkYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/5-nEgqnhrQQ/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285091594065383810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HiZhr7CqaIQ/SVhqzZ2rkYI/AAAAAAAAAA8/5-nEgqnhrQQ/s320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569948583193712532-5361922359926585483?l=fatal-of-escape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatal-of-escape.blogspot.com/feeds/5361922359926585483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569948583193712532&amp;postID=5361922359926585483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569948583193712532/posts/default/5361922359926585483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569948583193712532/posts/default/5361922359926585483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatal-of-escape.blogspot.com/2008/12/documentation-of-shootings.html' title='Documentation of shootings'/><author><name>5 rangers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661098071660323649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HiZhr7CqaIQ/SVhsPFYOxXI/AAAAAAAAABs/HRz__2K6T4U/s72-c/fyppp+047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569948583193712532.post-6345206432314526213</id><published>2008-12-18T23:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T14:13:45.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reshoot</title><content type='html'>We decide to reshoot our entire film as we find that the previous one doesn't really execute out our objectives as what we have desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our new concept is a simple yet heartwarming one. Establish shot would be someone writing a letter in a dark enclose room. The narrator will read out the contents which are written on the letter. Transitions would be involve for each scene whereby it shows that the character are reminicing and thinking deeply while writing the letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The different scenes include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Busy road (fast pace effect)&lt;br /&gt;- Crowded street (orchard road)&lt;br /&gt;- Empty playground with children laughter&lt;br /&gt;- Christmas (festive season)&lt;br /&gt;- Tunnel&lt;br /&gt;- Deserted bus stop&lt;br /&gt;- Plane&lt;br /&gt;- Beach&lt;br /&gt;- Back alley&lt;br /&gt;- Clarke Quay&lt;br /&gt;- Beer bottles&lt;br /&gt;- Big tree&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569948583193712532-6345206432314526213?l=fatal-of-escape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatal-of-escape.blogspot.com/feeds/6345206432314526213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569948583193712532&amp;postID=6345206432314526213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569948583193712532/posts/default/6345206432314526213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569948583193712532/posts/default/6345206432314526213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatal-of-escape.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-decide-to-reshoot-our-entire-film-as.html' title='Reshoot'/><author><name>5 rangers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661098071660323649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569948583193712532.post-7035593191048936998</id><published>2008-12-18T23:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T23:37:32.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Meeting minutes, 17th Dec:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Discussion on reoprt and packaging.&lt;br /&gt;- Report to be start on latest 19th Dec&lt;br /&gt;- Report will consist of 2 part; main report and evaluation.&lt;br /&gt;- Packaging tentatively would be in jewel case format. We will use a printable DVD and print our design on the DVD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569948583193712532-7035593191048936998?l=fatal-of-escape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatal-of-escape.blogspot.com/feeds/7035593191048936998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569948583193712532&amp;postID=7035593191048936998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569948583193712532/posts/default/7035593191048936998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569948583193712532/posts/default/7035593191048936998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatal-of-escape.blogspot.com/2008/12/meeting-minutes-17th-dec-discussion-on.html' title=''/><author><name>5 rangers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661098071660323649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569948583193712532.post-7466294051652165243</id><published>2008-11-11T23:36:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T00:26:12.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>G302 STATUS PROGRESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- Completion of shoot during the first break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- Post-production on film started on 7 November (on going)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- Re-shoot piano scene between time period of 22 November to 29 November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;- Sound/Music composition to start on 17 November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Vennon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569948583193712532-7466294051652165243?l=fatal-of-escape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatal-of-escape.blogspot.com/feeds/7466294051652165243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569948583193712532&amp;postID=7466294051652165243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569948583193712532/posts/default/7466294051652165243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569948583193712532/posts/default/7466294051652165243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatal-of-escape.blogspot.com/2008/11/g302-status-progress-completion-of.html' title='G302 STATUS PROGRESS'/><author><name>5 rangers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661098071660323649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569948583193712532.post-2502741709834063929</id><published>2008-11-02T14:01:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T01:05:02.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shooting process part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HiZhr7CqaIQ/SRR1CP8OH1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/Vg5t-Ffh5Rc/s1600-h/IMG_1422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265962545802256210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HiZhr7CqaIQ/SRR1CP8OH1I/AAAAAAAAAA0/Vg5t-Ffh5Rc/s320/IMG_1422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HiZhr7CqaIQ/SRR02Sd6unI/AAAAAAAAAAs/fCIqRRypYC0/s1600-h/IMG_1440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265962340322032242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HiZhr7CqaIQ/SRR02Sd6unI/AAAAAAAAAAs/fCIqRRypYC0/s320/IMG_1440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HiZhr7CqaIQ/SRRxZXZwjSI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LaSCgJVSD8Q/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265958544895675682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HiZhr7CqaIQ/SRRxZXZwjSI/AAAAAAAAAAk/LaSCgJVSD8Q/s320/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HiZhr7CqaIQ/SRRp_LXWVFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/f4zrjvv83NA/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265950398406349906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HiZhr7CqaIQ/SRRp_LXWVFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/f4zrjvv83NA/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HiZhr7CqaIQ/SRRpy1IcMWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4umWXxW9vNE/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265950186279809378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HiZhr7CqaIQ/SRRpy1IcMWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4umWXxW9vNE/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HiZhr7CqaIQ/SQ1CYdW1WJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3VB4AD_46Fg/s1600-h/IMG_1421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263936527430670482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HiZhr7CqaIQ/SQ1CYdW1WJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3VB4AD_46Fg/s320/IMG_1421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569948583193712532-2502741709834063929?l=fatal-of-escape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatal-of-escape.blogspot.com/feeds/2502741709834063929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569948583193712532.post-3988831909801558738</id><published>2008-10-31T00:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T14:07:50.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shooting process</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;1st day of shooting (27th oct)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's our first day of filming today and the location is at Bukit Panjang HDB flat. We didn't complete shooting the entire scenes as planned in the production schedule because we are spending more time on doing troubleshootings instead. We need to move the furnitures and place the props around and getting more familiarise with the placing of camera also. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2nd day of shooting (28th oct)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After the troubleshootings yesterday, we finally get things started. Everything went quite smoothly today. We have complete more than what we have expected and the talents are cooperative also. We do our location scouting before the start of the filming so as to save more time in doing shooting later. We are elated to get quite afew good shots especially for the cakeshop and coffeeshop scenes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;3rd day of shooting (29th oct)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We manage to complete some of the scenes as the talent need to leave early today. We already completed the entire scenes for the father's role. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;4th day of shooting (30th oct)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We are shooting on the daughter's scenes today. Our shooting starts at 7pm at night because it is a night scene and we have already completed everything as planned in our production schedule. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Last day of shooting (1st Nov)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We've finally wrap up everything today after shooting the park and piano scenes. We will start doing our post production next week. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569948583193712532-3988831909801558738?l=fatal-of-escape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatal-of-escape.blogspot.com/feeds/3988831909801558738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569948583193712532&amp;postID=3988831909801558738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569948583193712532/posts/default/3988831909801558738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569948583193712532/posts/default/3988831909801558738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatal-of-escape.blogspot.com/2008/10/shooting-process.html' title='Shooting process'/><author><name>5 rangers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661098071660323649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569948583193712532.post-5132276410705171104</id><published>2008-10-12T20:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T20:47:42.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our finalise script</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Synopsis:&lt;/strong&gt; Lin wasn’t on good terms with her dad ever since her mum passed away. She always felt that her dad was the cause of her mum’s death. That’s when one day she realizes that she shouldn’t have blame her dad after all…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lin walked to the lift lobby from school. She pressed the lift button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lift arrived. She boards the lift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 8. She walks out from the lift. Walks along the corridor to doorsteps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin came home late. She opens the door (sound of keys and doorknob) As usual, she would notice that the lights from her dad’s room is on and would be switched off minutes later. It is as though he’s waiting for her to reach home safely before he went to sleep. Foods are left on the table for her, she ate it and went straight into her own room. &lt;br /&gt;                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Next scene&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Establishing shot of room pan to bed&lt;br /&gt;Lin is lying on the bed, holding on to her late mother’s photo. She is in a deep thought, of the past memories of her mother. Before she dozes off, she put the photo under her pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;She sits on a bench in the park with her iPod and saw other kids with their family chatting happily. Her eyes were filled with envy. She sits there stoning, watching people come and go as though waiting for the time to past before she feels like going home.&lt;br /&gt;(Step-print Slow Motion)&lt;br /&gt; She was dragging her foot while walking back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next scene&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was walking on the street towards her block when she saw her dad walking to the lift lobby. He looked exhausted from work (Coughing slightly). (Over shoulder shot)Linn hide behind a wall and waited for the next lift instead. She doesn’t want to feel awkward taking the same lift with him. As the lift goes up, Linn walks forward and watches as the lift goes up with ai hen look. She takes the next lift up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next scene&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the entire time spent at home, Lin would usually be in her room. She puts on her headphone and was into the music. Her door was not entirely closed, she peeps out and sees her dad sitting in the living room. (Dad reads newspaper with his back towards Linn) She realizes she hadn’t really taken a good look at him for some time. As she looks, she falls asleep soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;21st May, it’s Lin’s 20th birthday. She looked at the circled date on the calendar and is not particularly looking forward to this day. After that, she puts back the calendar and goes out.&lt;br /&gt;She’s walking along the street when she passes by a cake shop. She stops outside and looks in and stares at the cakes. She decides to buy a small cake for herself.&lt;br /&gt;When she came back, she saw a present on the dining. There’s a small card which says “Happy 20th Birthday” She knows it must be from her dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She opens her wardrobe and put the present inside, together with other presents which her dad had given her from the past years. She hasn’t opened any presents from her dad at all. It’s all piled up in the wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;Lights up a candle on the cake that she bought and blows it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;She was playing piano. While staring at an empty space in front of her, she plays with a sad smile on her face but while doing so, she hears the click of a door closing. She looks back and saw that her father’s door was now closed. A look of irritation crosses her face (Am I playing that badly or loudly?) She continues playing. On the top of the piano there is an old family portrait. Slow zoom to the photo and off focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next scene&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, alone at home, walking past her father’s room, she hears a loud bang coming from within. Slightly pushing the door open she scrutinizes the room and saw that the window was open with a book on the floor. As she picks it up, she notices that a picture of their family in happier times had dropped out from within. As she was about to place the book back, she notices another sticking out from within. Carrying the book over to the dresser, she takes a look around the room. This was the first time she is stepping into his room after so many years. She walks around and examines her dad’s belongings (empty medicine container for example) in the room. As she looks around the room, she sees various things like the bed, chair etc. As she sees these, she has jolts of memories of when her mother was still alive and she remembered her mother in the chair, bed etc.  She sits down onto the chair and begins looking through the pages. She saw a few more pictures and she realized that this was her father’s diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2004, May 21st&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s Lin’s 16th Birthday today. She doesn’t look happy at all. Ever since you left, everything changes. I’m not a good father…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2005, May 21st&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin’s 17th Birthday today. This year round, she has been doing well…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006, May 21st&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;……………..&lt;br /&gt;………………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007, May 21st&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…………………….&lt;br /&gt;…………………………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008, May 21st&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;………………………..&lt;br /&gt;………………………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She finds out that every entry in the diary is all written on her birthday itself. There’s also a college of their family photos on the desk as well. She feels terribly touch and realize that her dad does love them after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She goes back to her own room and brought out all the presents. She starts to unwrap all of it. She unwraps the last present and it is a music box. She opens listen and stares hard at it for quite long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lin is walking on the street while her dad walks down from the opposite direction. They meet each other at a junction. Lin smiles coyly at him, for the first time. They exchange glances and her dad looks really elated. They take the same lift together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Dad comes out from the lift (only shows dad), and walk along the corridor to doorsteps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Next Scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lin’s father is sitting in his room, with a bottle of cough syrup in his hand. He hears the sound of piano coming from the living room. But as Lin starts playing, he starts coughing and in other not to bother his daughter, he closes the door and coughs. After which, he sits on the bed, eyes closed, listening to the music with a smile on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next Scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Father is alone at home when he looks at the calendar and sees that it would be May 21st in a few days time and he smiles to himself. Father goes down to the coffee shop and buys food back and as he’s walking back, he passes a cake shop and as he does so, he stops outside and looks longingly at the cakes that are for sale. After a moment, he walks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next Scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lin’s father is alone at home and having his dinner which is a packet of CCP, there is another packet. (Dad eating with contents of food in shot – CCP: 1 meat and 2 veg.) Lin’s father opens Lin’s packet of food and gives her most of his meat dish even though he only has a little and closes it back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next Scene&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin’s dad is in the living room reading the paper when looks back at Lin’s room and sees that she has fallen asleep on her bed listening to her music. He walks over with a present in his hands and as he’s about to go into her room, he hesitates with a longing look on his face and closes her room door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next Scene&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lin’s father returns from work and enters the lift (Linger at the lift door even though it has gone up.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next Scene (Repeated Scene)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lin is walking on the street while her dad walks down from the opposite direction. They meet each other at a junction. Lin smiles coyly at him, for the first time. They exchange glances and her dad looks really elated. They take the same lift together. &lt;br /&gt;(Camera lingers at the lift entrance, slow pan to show the lift going up and stopping at their floor, fade to black.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569948583193712532-5132276410705171104?l=fatal-of-escape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatal-of-escape.blogspot.com/feeds/5132276410705171104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569948583193712532&amp;postID=5132276410705171104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569948583193712532/posts/default/5132276410705171104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569948583193712532/posts/default/5132276410705171104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatal-of-escape.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-finalise-script.html' title='Our finalise script'/><author><name>5 rangers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661098071660323649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569948583193712532.post-6100897314943741907</id><published>2008-10-12T20:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T20:42:40.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Progression</title><content type='html'>We have finally finalise our script. The synopsis of the story is basically a relationship between a father and her daughter, simple yet heart-warming story. We are still in the midst of scouting for talents and also in the progress of doing our storyboard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569948583193712532-6100897314943741907?l=fatal-of-escape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatal-of-escape.blogspot.com/feeds/6100897314943741907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569948583193712532&amp;postID=6100897314943741907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569948583193712532/posts/default/6100897314943741907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569948583193712532/posts/default/6100897314943741907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatal-of-escape.blogspot.com/2008/10/progression.html' title='Progression'/><author><name>5 rangers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661098071660323649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569948583193712532.post-8267635662882640675</id><published>2008-09-16T17:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T17:16:26.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting minutes #4</title><content type='html'>9 Sep 08&lt;br /&gt;•     We came out with a new idea where the focus is on social issues.&lt;br /&gt;•     Our focus is based on:&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Self centered&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 sided (mask e.g. dual character)&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stress (e.g. portraying a child keeping all his/her problem to him/herself by using black crayons to draw)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;•      We get our inspiration from some examples like I Not Stupid.&lt;br /&gt;•      We have also told our change of idea to Luke too.&lt;br /&gt;•      Next in line, we will proceed on finalizing our ideas and proceed to writing our story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569948583193712532-8267635662882640675?l=fatal-of-escape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatal-of-escape.blogspot.com/feeds/8267635662882640675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569948583193712532&amp;postID=8267635662882640675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569948583193712532/posts/default/8267635662882640675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569948583193712532/posts/default/8267635662882640675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatal-of-escape.blogspot.com/2008/09/meeting-minutes-4.html' title='Meeting minutes #4'/><author><name>5 rangers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661098071660323649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569948583193712532.post-3362484068925516845</id><published>2008-09-07T00:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T01:00:59.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting minutes #3</title><content type='html'>05 Sep 08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Met up with Luke at the library. Discussed about our progress for our story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Luke also gave ideas like sharing our own real life fear experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We need to prepare our own real life fear experience story and a booklist by next meeting, tentatively next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over at canteen, we also discussed our own ideas like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fear of people e.g. fear of dentist&lt;br /&gt;Fear of death&lt;br /&gt;Fear of nature e.g. cockroach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also share our story which we wrote over the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound effects, camera angles and character design are some factors that can make a movie that portrays fear effectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiden gave an idea of making a film on what types of elderly fear e.g. lonely death, sickness, not enough money, abandon by children, being sent to old folk’s home etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also have ideas like doing the dark side of Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also discuss whether to change our focus from horror (fear) to heart touching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569948583193712532-3362484068925516845?l=fatal-of-escape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatal-of-escape.blogspot.com/feeds/3362484068925516845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569948583193712532&amp;postID=3362484068925516845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569948583193712532/posts/default/3362484068925516845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569948583193712532/posts/default/3362484068925516845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatal-of-escape.blogspot.com/2008/09/meeting-minutes-3.html' title='Meeting minutes #3'/><author><name>5 rangers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661098071660323649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569948583193712532.post-4217055860489732770</id><published>2008-08-21T13:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T13:29:53.441+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randy's script</title><content type='html'>Here's another version of the story contributed by Randy. Enjoy reading.. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lead a promising life.&lt;br /&gt;I got a perfect family. I have a good stable job. I have a car. I have everything I want. Yet, I won’t be seeing all these anymore…&lt;br /&gt;“You have only 7 days to live in this mortal world.”&lt;br /&gt;What will you do if you were me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was facilitating a class when I felt giddy and I fainted. When I woke up, I saw myself at the sick bay. Surrounded me were my students.&lt;br /&gt;“Mr Wong, just now after you fainted, we just send you to the sick bay. Are you feeling better now?”&lt;br /&gt;“I am feeling a lot better. Thanks.”&lt;br /&gt;My students left the sick bay and I packed my bag. While packing, I received a call from my family doctor. He wants to see me immediately.&lt;br /&gt;“I got something urgent to tell you, please come to my clinic as soon as possible.”&lt;br /&gt;I rushed to the car park and drove off quickly.&lt;br /&gt;While driving, I was thinking what made my doctor wanting to see me so urgently.”&lt;br /&gt;I reached the clinic and my family doctor shows me a report file.&lt;br /&gt;“Open it, and I tell you what happened.”&lt;br /&gt;I knew something bad is going to happen on me. I wasn’t in good health recently and my family doctor asked me to do a full body check up. It should be a positive one, I hope…..&lt;br /&gt;I open and saw something, which I never expect it to happen on me.&lt;br /&gt;“You got an unknown kind of disease, similar to cancer but much more fatal. I afraid…”&lt;br /&gt;“Doctor, please tell me why I got this kind of disease! Please!”&lt;br /&gt;“It was a rare case. This is the first of its kind and there is no cure on it. I afraid you only left 7 days to live because all your blood cells cannot fight anymore and during these 7 days, your body organs will start to fail.”&lt;br /&gt;I went silence for a moment. Why is it me? Why not others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Chapter 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;“Hey, are you still there?”&lt;br /&gt;“Yah, I am here.”&lt;br /&gt;“I hope you can prepare for the worst.”&lt;br /&gt;I took the report file and left the clinic. Holding on the fight tightly, the strong side of me suddenly becomes weaken, just because….&lt;br /&gt;I only left with 7 days to live.&lt;br /&gt;I went home for dinner. My wife was cooking. My sister was listening to her MP3 player. My daughter was playing with her soft toy.&lt;br /&gt;I looked at them and my watch. I looked at the altar. I looked at my living room and the calendar. I knew one thing, time is running up.&lt;br /&gt;I went to my room. I kept the report file in a secret place.&lt;br /&gt;I went to take a bath.&lt;br /&gt;After my bath, I went to have dinner with my family members. They were smiling happily. I can’t bear to tell what happened on me yet in my heart, I am worried.&lt;br /&gt;What if I just leave like this? How are they going to survive?&lt;br /&gt;“I got something to announce.”&lt;br /&gt;My family members all turn their attention to me.&lt;br /&gt;“I…decided to…buy a new computer to replace our old one.”&lt;br /&gt;My sister was the most happy among all.&lt;br /&gt;“Thanks brother!”&lt;br /&gt;1 day gone. 6 days left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Chapter 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I brought them to a computer shop the next day. Looking at their smiles, I felt…happy for the moment.&lt;br /&gt;We settled on a laptop and we went for dinner. Seeing them munching happily, I guess that’s pure happiness.&lt;br /&gt;2 days gone, 5 days left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Chapter 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is a Sunday. It was our usual family day. I brought my whole family to the nearby park for a stroll.&lt;br /&gt;My daughter and sister was playing kite. My wife and I sat on a bench.&lt;br /&gt;We were chatting about our future plan. In 2 years time, we hope to have another child and perhaps move to a newer flat in Punggol. My wife also intends to further her studies in Australia.&lt;br /&gt;I will support what she plans in the future financially. Yet, I am sad because I can no longer support her emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;The sun sets beautifully. Perhaps this might be the last sunset I am looking at?&lt;br /&gt;3 days gone, 4 days left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Chapter 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Monday blues. Indeed.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to take a bus to school. And I was late for lesson. All the students were waiting for me to start the class.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch time, I had Fish and Chips. It was my favourite western dish and I love my wife’s one.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I received an unknown message.&lt;br /&gt;“I know your days are numbered. Give me all your money to me or else, prepared to see your family members disappear in this world.”&lt;br /&gt;Someone knew me very well but why he wants to do this kind of thing to me?&lt;br /&gt;At night, I was so sleepy that I went to bed first. My wife was attending a company event and therefore reaching home late.&lt;br /&gt;While sleeping, I had this dream…&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt of my wife being struggle to death by an unknown guy. When I found out, it was too late.&lt;br /&gt;This dream seems to be too real that I was sweating throughout my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and went downstairs. I saw my wife.&lt;br /&gt;“Hubby, thanks for waiting for me downstairs.”&lt;br /&gt;I was glad that nothing happened to my wife but….something happened near us. We turn behind and saw a woman being struggle by a robber. The robber was holding a chopper.&lt;br /&gt;We were so afraid that we immediately rush to the lift and went back home.&lt;br /&gt;That night, I was so afraid that I keep consuming sleeping pills, just to forget what had just happened.&lt;br /&gt;4 days gone, 3 days left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Chapter 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up in the morning, preparing myself for work.&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the bus stop, I felt someone is following me. I begin to walk faster. Suddenly, I felt something hit on my head and I fainted.&lt;br /&gt;When I regain consciousness, it was at night and I saw myself in a house. It looks familiar.&lt;br /&gt;I turn my head, and saw…my wife? She was unconscious and her hands were tied on a chair.&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the picture frame. It was… my ex-girlfriend, Jenny.&lt;br /&gt;“Surprised to see me?”&lt;br /&gt;“Why did you want to…?”&lt;br /&gt;“Just because I don’t like your wife! She snatches you from me. Tell me, you still love me right?”&lt;br /&gt;Looking at her evil smile, I didn’t know she changed so much.&lt;br /&gt;“No way, I only love my one and only. Faster release us or I shall…”&lt;br /&gt;“XXXX off, I want you to have a taste of what you did to me. It was so painful that I shall never forget it and it is all because of her!!”&lt;br /&gt;She points to my wife.&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t you remember we were so happily together for 3 years until she appears? She is just a ugly duckling. WHY DO YOU ENDED UP CHOOSING HER?”&lt;br /&gt;She keeps slapping me and pushes me down to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;“I am going to tied you up together with your wife.”&lt;br /&gt;She tied my hands together with my wife. I keep holding on my wife’s hand, hoping she will gain consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;5 days gone, 2 days left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Chapter 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;In the middle of night, I felt my wife’s hand moving. She regains consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;“Hubby, is it you?”&lt;br /&gt;“Shhh, talk softly. We got kidnap by my ex girlfriend”&lt;br /&gt;“Why would she want to kidnap us?”&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know why. Anyway, I try to untie both of us then we secretly escape, okay?”&lt;br /&gt;I try to untie both of us.&lt;br /&gt;“Ok, untied. I tell you, dear. We walk softly so she won’t be able to hear our footstep. Then we just quickly run.”&lt;br /&gt;We walk and try to unlock the door softly. Out of a sudden, I saw Jenny walking towards the apartment. I quickly hold my wife’s hand, open the door and rush towards the staircase.&lt;br /&gt;While running for our lives, I keep gasping for breath but in my mind, I just want to save my wife from being hurt.&lt;br /&gt;We stop at a void deck. I saw my wife, sweating. I took a handkerchief to wipe her sweats off.&lt;br /&gt;“You haven’t told me why she wants to kidnap us?”&lt;br /&gt;“I guess hatred was in her mind. No matter what, I will never let her harm anyone of us, especially you dear.”&lt;br /&gt;It was the 6th day. I knew soon, I will vanish from this earth. I don’t want to be selfish, yet I am afraid if I tell my wife about what will happen to me tomorrow, she might not be able to accept the fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Chapter 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The whole day, I was in the moody mode. I don’t want to die so fast, yet I can’t escape the fact.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at our family photos, my heart is full of sorrow. It was a painful one.&lt;br /&gt;I decided to pluck up my courage and tell my whole family about it.&lt;br /&gt;At night, we have our dinner. I took this last chance to tell everyone.&lt;br /&gt;“I got something to announce. I am, leaving….”&lt;br /&gt;“Their faces looked shocked.&lt;br /&gt;“I got a weird disease and I only left till tonight to live. After tonight, I will….”&lt;br /&gt;I can’t control my emotion well. Neither my family members. They all went to hug me, crying.&lt;br /&gt;This was the saddest moment in my life.&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we went to the master bedroom. We had a long chat till 11 plus.&lt;br /&gt;I was so restless. I feel like closing my eyes. Yet, I can’t bear too.&lt;br /&gt;Time was so short.&lt;br /&gt;But this time, I have to close, to end the sufferings.&lt;br /&gt;My wife keeps holding my hand. Looking at her sweet pair of eyes, how I wish in my next life, I can meet her, my sister and my daughter again.&lt;br /&gt;I lie on the bed, motionlessly.&lt;br /&gt;Just waiting for my time, to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pei Xin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569948583193712532-4217055860489732770?l=fatal-of-escape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatal-of-escape.blogspot.com/feeds/4217055860489732770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569948583193712532&amp;postID=4217055860489732770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569948583193712532/posts/default/4217055860489732770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569948583193712532/posts/default/4217055860489732770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatal-of-escape.blogspot.com/2008/08/randys-script.html' title='Randy&apos;s script'/><author><name>5 rangers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661098071660323649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569948583193712532.post-9114825277875415976</id><published>2008-08-21T12:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T13:21:05.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting minutes #2</title><content type='html'>Our meeting today mainly was to come out with a story first. We started with someone writing chapter 1 followed by the rest writing the next chapter. This allow everyone to contribute their part to the team, also, the combination of different ideas through each individuals. Story will be refine definitely, here's a draft to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Chapter 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting: Dark enclose room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Character: A guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story: Start with an establishing shot of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camera tilts down to reveal a person seated, blindfolded with his hands behind his back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perspiration runs down his brows as his breathing gets heavier. Sounds around the room amplify heighten the mood in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camera pans slowly around the room into blackness as a flashback is brought to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Chapter 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was sitting alone at a deserted bus stop. There is no incoming bus; he is waiting for something, looking forward to…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He received a call from the unknown, he answer but there is no reply…there’s static noises, like someone trying to call him but couldn’t get through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks at his watch, time pass by…until it stops, slowly until a certain time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything freezes, the camera will zoom out and you will see this guy behind then blackout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Chapter 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His head hurts as though he has been knocked by something hard. He opens his eye and scrutinized around the room. (camera panning around the room).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He heard strange sounds coming from the room. (crickets, wind, dog howling). The door starts to creak open, he saw a silhouette emerging through the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man started to walk towards him with a mask wore on him…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Chapter 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear strike him and he begins to hyperventilate, thoughts race through his mind; he wonders what he has done that has led to this. His life flashes before him; what he has achieved, what he hasn’t and his regrets. He regrets not saying bye and that he loves her to hi mother etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the person moves closer to him, he shouts out to him but the person doesn’t answer instead, the person stands at a distance and stare at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minutes turns to hours and yet the person stands there unflinching, he now gives up trying to communicate with the person instead, he takes in the room and thinks of how he would be able to escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Chapter 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was paused for a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mind went blank for a moment. The person took out his mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How come it is you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was none other but his long time buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Have you ever suffered before? I shall let you have a taste of sufferings. You “so called good deed” ruined my life completely!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks at his long time buddy, shocked. He went to question himself, what he did to ruin his long time buddy’s life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Chapter 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Pei xin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569948583193712532-9114825277875415976?l=fatal-of-escape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatal-of-escape.blogspot.com/feeds/9114825277875415976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569948583193712532&amp;postID=9114825277875415976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569948583193712532/posts/default/9114825277875415976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569948583193712532/posts/default/9114825277875415976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatal-of-escape.blogspot.com/2008/08/meeting-minutes-2.html' title='Meeting minutes #2'/><author><name>5 rangers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661098071660323649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569948583193712532.post-5733706038673103174</id><published>2008-08-01T23:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T23:31:43.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick update</title><content type='html'>Just a quick update here, we'll be submitting our proposal this comin Monday(4th Aug). I'll compile everything and send to u guys latest by Sunday. As stated, this is only a brief proposal for our project, we can change the ideas and concepts anytime after the submission. Meetings will commence probably next week after the submission or during holidays.  Let's buck up, teammates! We can do it! :)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pei Xin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569948583193712532-5733706038673103174?l=fatal-of-escape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatal-of-escape.blogspot.com/feeds/5733706038673103174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569948583193712532&amp;postID=5733706038673103174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569948583193712532/posts/default/5733706038673103174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569948583193712532/posts/default/5733706038673103174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatal-of-escape.blogspot.com/2008/08/quick-update.html' title='Quick update'/><author><name>5 rangers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661098071660323649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5569948583193712532.post-314203852439621143</id><published>2008-07-30T01:36:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T14:06:12.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meeting minutes #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Greetings people, we've formed our team. Our team consists of both the sonically and media savvy people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aiden&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Pei Xin&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Vennon&lt;/strong&gt; from Sonic arts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Xavier&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;strong&gt; Randy&lt;/strong&gt; from New media.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As such, we were still in the midst of discussing the concepts and themes for our project. We came to a conclusion of doing a horror short film though. Before we start, everyone of us have been asked what's their own definition of "horror". The answers we give varies: ghost, fear, guilt, unexpected, lights off, losing their directions, supernatural and etc. Here's some of the ideas that we have come up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Terrordome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this guy who plotted out ingenious mass murder and terrorisation plans. He shut himself off from the world and he keeps planning for that one day but what stop him from carrying out was the light. He was scare of being exposed and seen. One day, he finally sees the light due to some reasons. He went mad and fell to the floor and die coz he realise theres actually nothing going on affecting the outside world but everything is inside his own mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Greed kills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this very poor fellow who desperately in need of money. One day, he came across a mystery competition when he's browsing through the website. The competiton stated that the participant will win themselves a sum of money once they completed each stage of challenges. The sum of money will increase in each stages, nevertheless, the challenges in each stage will be more gruesome and even kills. It actually tackled on a person's greed side of mind, whether he wants to give up or continue with the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The unexpected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A person's comfort zone suddenly change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The third eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Someone who can predicts everything beforehand and see things in which normal human beings can't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will include soundtracks for our short film as well and if possible, we will also do a short trailer as part of promoting our film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pei Xin :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5569948583193712532-314203852439621143?l=fatal-of-escape.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatal-of-escape.blogspot.com/feeds/314203852439621143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5569948583193712532&amp;postID=314203852439621143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569948583193712532/posts/default/314203852439621143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5569948583193712532/posts/default/314203852439621143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatal-of-escape.blogspot.com/2008/07/meeting-minutes-1.html' title='Meeting minutes #1'/><author><name>5 rangers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08661098071660323649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
