In tribute to Bill for getting his sixth call from the neighbours and police to tone it down. Miss that chap.(CSE, you can suck it.)
Watched one of the worst literature plays in the history of the world. Everyone looked really fabulous and i managed to make it through the play without falling asleep. Late-night gossips (and secret-spilling) and a brilliant aftershow at midnight with Caleb and the rest, those guys sure know how to party.
Somewhere in Sentosa a certain hi-chew is grooving out in a tight yellow shirt(le sigh! Yiwen didn't take pictures and has therefore failed as a hired stalker), and Clauds is probably lying prostrate on the floor in her own vomit. and guess who will be called at 5am? I hate being the one to solve problems!
Snapshots out tomorrow!
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