Goodbye for now

NAME: Performing Words
VENUE: Temasek Polytechnic Library, level 3
DATE: 15/16 August
TIME: 7:30PM - 8:30PM
BROUGHT TO YOU BY: Teatro (Dramatec + Titisan)

 It's over. It's all over. Performing Words is over, and I'm no longer a member of Dramatec or Teatro. It's heartbreaking, okay? I never joined this with the intention to leave, and now that I actually have to... It's so surreal.

 What can I say? I can barely get two sentences out before I start crying again. But I can let the pictures and captions do the talking for me while I run to get a box of tissues. I didn't manage to get a lot of pictures, cos I'm quite awkward and camera-shy, but hell, this is what I have.
Aishah helping Shi Yuan to tame his hair before production.
Shi Yuan's famous "Bitch Please" face.
"STOP PULLING AT MY HAIR!"
Never thought that he'd make so many sexual-sounding moans when his hair was tugged or teased. Wimp.
Weapons at the ready!
We had to use all these and more just to tame Shi Yuan's extremely stubborn hair, though he maintains that it was just determined to stay that way.

Me camwhoring while waiting for Lya to help me with my hair.
I'm a girl and absolutely useless with all this stuff, Kami help me.
Lya pitching in to help with Shi Yuan's hair.
Suzette and Lya: Recruit and PTI!
Lya and I: Le sergeant and le lieutenant.

Chelsea and Jo goofing off by putting their killer robot masks upside down over their faces during the tech run.
I am ze killer robottttt. Fear me!
Anwar, our trainer and friend.
Holding area where we all had to wait before going onstage. Note the tense body postures and nervous facial expressions.
Suzette, Aishah, Zubi, me, Zaidi and Damien.
Jo and I!
The COMPLETE Team Eulogy.
From left: Aishah, Dy, Lya, Shi Yuan, me and Suzette.

Team Eulogy sans Dy, with Shi Yuan pulling a photobomb and Jo bunking with us.
This was the trigger that reduced me to tears in front of everyone tonight.
I never thought I'd actually mean so much to my team.
Thank you all.

Team Eulogy:
I'm so proud of you all. Seriously, no words can describe how proud I am without making me sound like some overmelodramatic character from a soap opera. Wait, I already do, haha... Anyway, I think we did awesome tonight, and we should all be proud of how we did. I've never regretted knowing you guys, and well, being your senior and friend has meant so much to me. We've practiced together, acted together, hell we even went shopping for our clothes together. Even though I have to leave, trust me, I'll be back. Give me a month, maybe two at most. I'll be back, and it'll be as though I'd never left in the first place. You guys will even whack me upside the head for crying and making you guys cry, too!

To the juniors:
I'm so proud of you all, and I'm so glad to know all of you crazy dramacats. You're a truly talented bunch, that's for sure.

To the seniors:
Thank you so much for everything, I just can't seem to stop thanking you all. We've had our rough patches, but hey, as friends we've always managed to come back together as one kick-ass drama club. Every time things go shitty, hugging you guys has never failed to make me feel loads better. I love you all. 

Yep, I'm done being tearful and melodramatic and crying. OKAY. Time to move on.
Because I'll be back in time for the next production. I'll convince my parents somehow to let me go back to the place I want to stay.

This isn't goodbye, guys.
It's not even farewell.
It's just "see you later", that's all.

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