weekend was bliss.

saturday-kallang's last roar.






no photos of the fireworks cause i suck so bad at snapping fireworks, it isn't even funny.


&sunday evening was spent at The Arts House.omgoodness sucha pretty pretttttty place.watched 2 malay plays with mun; one on polygamy and the other on kampung modernization.Hilarious, and beautifully executed.The acting by the last cracko guy was top class.superb, i tell you.

& it's things like these that make me miss drama so so sooo bad.the countless hours of rehearsals, the last-min stress, the memorizing of lines...and mono-bloody-logues.


i miss rehearsals. i miss the haunted house, how we'd always enter halfway and then run out screaming even though we know that the ghost's only marcus. i miss the roller chairs race ard the forth floor, and the times we played baseball in the training room with a rattan ball and a bamboo pole, the one-squared discotheque, bombing ourselves, BM sessions!!

seeeee how could I not love my bowen drama, you tell me?