Aaaaaand it's Monday morning.
It's also raining.
It's been raining since, oh, I don't know... 6pm yesterday?
Also, take note that it is but 12:48am.

I should be asleep. I have me a long day tomorrow.

Oh, and I forgot to tell you that I enjoyed The West Side Story immensely.
More so the shenanigans that comes along with the territory of being disabled.

I love helpful people.
I also love people who lack the ability to make succinct comments resulting in them getting into trouble.
Oh, how enjoyable these people are.

Thanks to Bong's cell-group mate, YJ, for getting us the ticket.
And Bob for being such a great usherer guy.
:D

Show has started and what am I doing?
Figuring out how to negotiate stairs. Two men from the seats above decided to be heroes and well, propped me on a chair and carried me on it (I felt like a Jewish bride sans Hava Nagila blaring in the background) while the warring tribesmen in the show were brandishing their colourful feathers in an act of war/defiance/manly man-ness. I had a pretty comfortable view.
Very happy was I and I kept thanking the men that helped during intermission.
Yes, orang cacat juga suka watch shows at The National Theatre.
It's too bad the tickets are so bloody expensive.
Also, I hope they bring Spamalot here.
I do so want to watch that live.