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Wednesday, February 23, 2005

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random freeze frames
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isolation



quack.



droooooooool . ( its not mine . i can't remember whose )

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Don't be suprised should you see me on the streets one day with a bald patch on my head.

No , i'm not suffering from hair loss.

This is a symptom of i-have-so-many-projects-to-do-that-i'm-tearing-at-my-hair illness .

My scriptwriting assignment is due in less than a fortnight's time and i have barely started on it.

Same goes for my advertising and PR projects *tears at her hair and yells and beats at her chest*

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excerpt from my scriptwriting assignment. yet to be titled .

Act three

FADE IN

INT. HENRY'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

Enters MR SIM He looks weary and dishevelled , and there are traces of dust over his construction uniform. He throws a dirty look and throws his keys at HENRY who is lying asleep on the couch with a half-smoked cigarette between his fingers.

HENRY ( sits up ramrod-straight )
Wha-aaat ? Who ?
( looks around , sees his father standing in the doorway and rolls his eyes before lying down again)

MR SIM
I swear to god i'll fucking kill you , you good for nothing son of a bitch .
( slams the door )
I thought you were supposed to start your first day of work today ?

HENRY
Chill , dad . You're going to have a cardiac arrest at the rate you're going
( taps cigarette box on his palm and withdraws a stick from it with his mouth )
You want one ?
( dangles the box )

MR SIM
Don't fucking speak to me like that . Why the fuck aren't you working ?
( walks towards HENRY )

HENRY
(trying to light up his cigarette )
Long story .

MR SIM
( smacks the lighter away from HENRY'S hand )
I'm listening

HENRY
( tries to grab the lighter )
I don't feel like elaborating

MR SIM
( flings lighter out of the window )
You better or you get out of my house

Father and son gets embroiled in a staring match .

Beat.

Beat.

Beat.

HENRY
( stands up and points a finger at his father's face as if to challenge him )
You.
( taps index finger on MR SIM'S cheek )
You'll live to regret this.

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Despite the fact that profanities are not allowed to be used for my assignment , i still did. i'll be damned. I don't think i'll be able to create the same kind of tension without the vulgarities. I must look out for replacement words. I must.

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Listening to : korn - alone i break

 

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