dramafeste 2
i wore my sunday best on a saturday. i would like to thank God for keeping the rain back while i was on my way to syo. syo rehearsal today was so nice. i love glazunov (again). there were two adults arguing at the door out of the ccab building. the problem wasn't that they were arguing. they were blocking my way. so childish, they even wanted to fight.
today was dramafeste at ri for morrison, bayley and results. dumbdumb boonping asked me whether i was going to him buy flowers, so i couldn't buy it anymore. i bought him food yay!
it's been a long time since i went back to ri, even though i'm next door every weekday. i think the writing tablets in ri's lecture theatres are nicer than those in rjc. they're bigger. i got a 'raffles players' stamp on my hand now. can't wash it off.
morrison's play was about what's at the end of a rainbow. it was so funny at some parts. boonping's play was about a poor boy that i almost cried for. i thought i wouldn't cry, but i almost did. see, i'm older now. last year, wangting's play made me cry, but now i don't/won't/can't cry anymore.
there was a short intermission while the results of dramafeste were being churned out. two alumni students were hosting some very lame/sick (but funny) games. because the following are some really sick jokes, viewer discretion is advised. someone came up with a pick-up line that goes, 'are you a chicken farmer? because you sure can raise cocks.' omg! it was so funny! then walter made fun of ms low's size/shape. oops. oh and when someone talked about 'walking down memory lane', he pointed down his chest as though to say 'walking down mammary lane'. eew! have you also noticed that 'anal' and 'cock' are derived from the same key-presses on a handphone?
i'm happy to see you smiling again. i look sad? oh it's just that i'm tired. this week has been so slow. i walked on the dark streets. there's nothing scary really. it was another starless night. honestly, any singaporean would think twice about whether there really are stars or not.
today was dramafeste at ri for morrison, bayley and results. dumbdumb boonping asked me whether i was going to him buy flowers, so i couldn't buy it anymore. i bought him food yay!
it's been a long time since i went back to ri, even though i'm next door every weekday. i think the writing tablets in ri's lecture theatres are nicer than those in rjc. they're bigger. i got a 'raffles players' stamp on my hand now. can't wash it off.
morrison's play was about what's at the end of a rainbow. it was so funny at some parts. boonping's play was about a poor boy that i almost cried for. i thought i wouldn't cry, but i almost did. see, i'm older now. last year, wangting's play made me cry, but now i don't/won't/can't cry anymore.
there was a short intermission while the results of dramafeste were being churned out. two alumni students were hosting some very lame/sick (but funny) games. because the following are some really sick jokes, viewer discretion is advised. someone came up with a pick-up line that goes, 'are you a chicken farmer? because you sure can raise cocks.' omg! it was so funny! then walter made fun of ms low's size/shape. oops. oh and when someone talked about 'walking down memory lane', he pointed down his chest as though to say 'walking down mammary lane'. eew! have you also noticed that 'anal' and 'cock' are derived from the same key-presses on a handphone?
i'm happy to see you smiling again. i look sad? oh it's just that i'm tired. this week has been so slow. i walked on the dark streets. there's nothing scary really. it was another starless night. honestly, any singaporean would think twice about whether there really are stars or not.
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