1. Don't beat up anybody in the halls 2. No Hard Feelings for Our Honest Feelings. 3. Pay tribute to Bob Ross; Locker 21
Principal M. Laksana Ashari, We Believe In You
Other Faces
Their Lockers
x Zahid
x Ain
x Fauziah
x Shaz
x Alicia
x Alexis
x Gadis
x Wahidah
x Dilah
x Post Secret
x WIYFC?
x Onomatopoeia
x Scrapiteria
x A Memory
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Faces In The Halls
Megah 21.06.1989 twentyfour
1. had a huge Afro 2. passions lies in words of the theatre 3. getting his own apartment 4. believes in you.
He is no ordinary girl (because he ain't one).
Suffering from the Tuesday Greens.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
You know how people always complain about getting up on the beginning of the week, and then they keep the ball rolling till Friday comes and they go, HURRAH! TONIGHT WE ALL GET LAID! And then, the ball starts all over again when the ball comes to a sudden halt on Sunday night as people slumber from a hangover and dread waking up in the morning, not knowing who the hell the person beside them naked and that you are late for work and that you're wife isn't home yet?
Well... that day for me as of this point for the rest of the school year begins on Tuesday. Well, this Tuesday anyway. I've been up all night surfing the net, searching for stuff needed for my upcoming sound design crap and at the same time, getting distracted by facebook and etcetteras. So I have to say I'm pretty knocked up last night. Lucky for me, one of my lecturers was out of town so I only had a class today and that was a killer enough as it is. If I had my full classes today, I'd just DIE cause I woke up this morning not knowing where the hell my clothes were and what happened that occurred to me that I woke up in the morning stark naked without reason as such.
Now, at 4.50 p.m, I'm smack in the middle of rehearsal and at the precise moment I wrote this, one of the actors threw something and spits in thin air. Woohoo~ wow... Real interesting. And the director keeps stopping and starting and making sure that his creative direction works so I'm smack in the middle of rehearsal, waiting on his beck and call making sure that whatever works for him will work for him and I like have another 2 hours before I get to knock off and meet my girlfriend.
The evening's the only thing I'm looking forward to right now, so I'm just gonna sit down and watch the guy throw his script around before we get him a real clipboard. Sarajevo is some heavy shit stuff and there's like some heavy shit and funny shit. But it weighs down on you at time.
Got a few minutes now...and I owe a dinner. I just hope I don't wake up naked the following morning.
I watched the senior theater kids prance around screaming something for what not. For what not, I know they do not need coffee. Tuesday Green is a fuzzy, funny disease.
