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Tuesday, March 17, 2009
the massacre of scale books

Act 1
Scene 1:

Junhui stands in front of the grandstand, raising scales book slowly.
Dorothy watches with horror.
Junhui tears the book page by page.
Junhui cackles (hiahiahiahia) and threw those papers on the floor.
She moves the lighter towards the book.
Dorothy makes speech.
Dorothy: Junhui, we have survived this ordeal. We passed through this test! Now is time to say goodbye! (to heck with those retarded exams!) 烧吧!

Junhui throws the lighter onto the floor.
The book bursts into flame.
Both of them watches as the book turns into ashes.
They laughed coldly, perhaps trying to get back at those horrible moments of life, and danced like red indians around the flames.


Act 2 to be continued.

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bye.

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yours truly.

I
have
gone
to
somewhere
you
don't
know.


stuffs.



blogger sucks

-.- but i will leave this here anyway. LOL.


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