Why, why cant me and kenny take a picture without looking like a complete spas?

Like this one, Kenny looks like a hong kong director who is undergoing mental treatment. Gou looks fine though.

Then we tried a few times before arriving at the best pic.

Oh yes, look at us.

Cos we're such cool fellas.

So anyway, rehearsals yesterday all the way till 9 in the pm, i swear i am so sick of my musical, i dont mind burning it into oblivion.

But, gotta hang on.

Didnt really sleep last night, which really pissed me off cos i was so tired, but my persistant bout of insomnia kicked in and i couldnt, and the more i couldnt sleep, the more pissed off i got, and the more pissed off i got, the more i couldnt sleep.

I call it, the frustration cycle.

So i spent most of last night writing.
Then i realised it was morning, showered then headed off to school to sell tickets to BRMC.

Now, after what happened last week, you'd think i'll never go back there to sell tickets again right?

But no, i went back, cos this time, we had the help of mrs jeannette wee.

This woman is a professional beggar.

With her help, we managed to sell $3450 worth of tickets. In 45 minutes.

Shes the one and only accounts teacher in my school, and i'll say, the best in this world.

She goes to BRMC, so she knew alot of people there, you shoulda seen her, it was like magic.

One by one, she swooped down on all the innocent rich old people with such skill, and with a face like Mrs Wee, you could make someone donate a million bucks to a toothpick factory.

I swear she looks like the wicked witch from Alice in wonderland.

She even convinced this woman to empty her wallet (which had 500 bux) to donate to our fund.

Incredible.

Doug and kenny went down to wesley to sell tickets, they only got about $300.

So, ticket sales are going pretty good. Things are looking up for now.

Anyway, yesterday, DC proviced lunch and dinner for us cos our rehearsals spanned till late night, pfft.

He didnt provide food, he provided substance.

I swear the food was so preserved, dry, tasteless and crappy, i woulda prefered to eat my maid's cooking, and her food is worse than substance, her food is un-identified substance.

And somewhere in the middle of my chicken, i found a lump of jelly.

Spectacular.

First we get green chicken in march, now we get jelly chicken, what next? Wooden chicken?

I dont expect first grade quality food, but i at least expect food. Food.

Not, substance.

Anyway, this is a boring update from a boring day, next week's gonna be real hell in rehearsals.

Into hell we throw ourselves, men, if we die, we die with our senses intact.

Seeyuh.

Ao