A reason why I’m not a fan of project meetings is because precious time is so often spent wasting on group brainstorming sessions instead of idea pitching or sharing.

Yesterday’s meeting was a classical example of such a sin committed; three hours spent watching members staring at each other while I battle on with myself coming to reconcile with the incredulous gay-themed drama they came up with.

So after three hours of non-productive eye starring meeting, I went on to another meeting that was held in hall. The phone has never been so busy, three missed calls and several short messages; the phone wasn’t with me. Wow, I must be really important, so much so that my input was critical for the survival of tonight’s submission. But wait a minute, wasn’t my proposals tragically rejected?

So earlier on today, they called me to remind me that the submission was today, and that I should go and discuss on how we would want to proceed to shoot the remaining of the drama. Upon reaching, I was greeted by a computer with an open word document, and all I had to do was to correct the drama treatment littered with grammatical errors and boring sentence structures.

Mind you, if you read Tributum and find yourself dozing off after three paragraphs, I guarantee you basking on the seaside in Wonder Dreamland in one sentence of the treatment. See, my job for the day was the group’s copy editor, my ideas or creative directions were sans-required.

The premise remains the same — Human with gay tendencies and the power of invisibility playing tricks on his ill-mannered Singlish-speaking university mates. I feel so uber-ashamed being an NUS student.

On a lighter note, my media writing assignment came back with much improvments. Happy, not gay.