Greetings, curious and yet so unimginative earthlings.
So you've probably heard of SOTA's open house, no?
You haven't?
You suck.
But now you don't suck anymore because you know now.
Aren't I such a forgiving person? >:}
Anyway, it's happening this Saturday, so just come down and take a look. But please don't ask any questions at the Literature booth from 12-1. I'll be there. Naw, just kidding. Please ask questions. But nothing personal like 'Where d'ya live?' or I'll have my parang out. So yes. Please don't ask.
I've fallen quite ill recently, which is why I'm typing this post at this time of day. I should be in school, but I'm running a temperature. And it was worsened yesterday because of Chinese. Yes. Double period. DOUBLE period.
I hate Chinese.
I hate the usage.
I hate the word thing-a-majigs.
I hate the sound of it.
I hate the people who like it. (Well, most of them.)
I hate the people who won't listen to anything by Chinese. (i.e. the crappy hairdresser)
I even hate the look of it.
I hate Chinese.
I'm going CD shopping this weekend, anybody up for it? Or if not, we could go shopping for clothes! (:
But please. Anyone. Just say you'll go out with me. Or I'll be so bored at home.
Beautiful, dirty dirty rich rich dirty dirty
BEAUTIFUL DIRT RICH
THE MORNING AFTER
A LITTLE PRODUCTION
Ernest Toshiro Tjia
SCENE 1
STAGEHANDS: Lights on
(Ernest is on bed, hugging Usa-chan)
(Ernest squints eyes, wakes up, still holding Usa-chan in hand)
ERNEST: God, how long have I been...(Ernest looks at clock to the left)ERNEST: SLEEPING?! (Ernest pulls quilt off)
ERNEST: Shit man. Eighteen hours? (Hand goes across face, wiping action, yawning at the same time)
ERNEST: Damn it. Still sleepy. (Walks over to computer. Lazily bends down to push 'ON' button.)
ERNEST: (Falls over chair) FUCK! (Rubs head)
STAGEHANDS: LIGHTS OFF
STAGEHANDS: CURTAINS CLOSE
SCENE 2
STAGEHANDS: LIGHTS ON
STAGEHANDS: CURTAINS OPEN
ERNEST: (Shampooing in shower, grumbling about lack of sleep)
ERNEST: (Looks on the ledge to the left for shower foam)
ERNEST: (Notices that shower foam is on the lower ledge 2 inches from the floor)
ERNEST: Oh! There you are, stupid shower foam, d'you have to make me bend down. (Disgusted expression)
ERNEST: (Realises self is delusional, but doesn't care)
ERNEST: (Squats to reach shower foam, grabs it like a dog grabs a squeaky toy in its mouth)
ERNEST: (Straightens legs, tries to stand up again)
ERNEST: (Hits the bottom of the higher ledge) OUCH! SHIT MAN!
-END-

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Greetings, curious and yet so unimginative earthlings.
So you've probably heard of SOTA's open house, no?
You haven't?
You suck.
But now you don't suck anymore because you know now.
Aren't I such a forgiving person? >:}
Anyway, it's happening this Saturday, so just come down and take a look. But please don't ask any questions at the Literature booth from 12-1. I'll be there. Naw, just kidding. Please ask questions. But nothing personal like 'Where d'ya live?' or I'll have my parang out. So yes. Please don't ask.
I've fallen quite ill recently, which is why I'm typing this post at this time of day. I should be in school, but I'm running a temperature. And it was worsened yesterday because of Chinese. Yes. Double period. DOUBLE period.
I hate Chinese.
I hate the usage.
I hate the word thing-a-majigs.
I hate the sound of it.
I hate the people who like it. (Well, most of them.)
I hate the people who won't listen to anything by Chinese. (i.e. the crappy hairdresser)
I even hate the look of it.
I hate Chinese.
I'm going CD shopping this weekend, anybody up for it? Or if not, we could go shopping for clothes! (:
But please. Anyone. Just say you'll go out with me. Or I'll be so bored at home.
Beautiful, dirty dirty rich rich dirty dirty
BEAUTIFUL DIRT RICH
THE MORNING AFTER
A LITTLE PRODUCTION
Ernest Toshiro Tjia
SCENE 1
STAGEHANDS: Lights on
(Ernest is on bed, hugging Usa-chan)
(Ernest squints eyes, wakes up, still holding Usa-chan in hand)
ERNEST: God, how long have I been...(Ernest looks at clock to the left)ERNEST: SLEEPING?! (Ernest pulls quilt off)
ERNEST: Shit man. Eighteen hours? (Hand goes across face, wiping action, yawning at the same time)
ERNEST: Damn it. Still sleepy. (Walks over to computer. Lazily bends down to push 'ON' button.)
ERNEST: (Falls over chair) FUCK! (Rubs head)
STAGEHANDS: LIGHTS OFF
STAGEHANDS: CURTAINS CLOSE
SCENE 2
STAGEHANDS: LIGHTS ON
STAGEHANDS: CURTAINS OPEN
ERNEST: (Shampooing in shower, grumbling about lack of sleep)
ERNEST: (Looks on the ledge to the left for shower foam)
ERNEST: (Notices that shower foam is on the lower ledge 2 inches from the floor)
ERNEST: Oh! There you are, stupid shower foam, d'you have to make me bend down. (Disgusted expression)
ERNEST: (Realises self is delusional, but doesn't care)
ERNEST: (Squats to reach shower foam, grabs it like a dog grabs a squeaky toy in its mouth)
ERNEST: (Straightens legs, tries to stand up again)
ERNEST: (Hits the bottom of the higher ledge) OUCH! SHIT MAN!
-END-