Last night, the Speaker’s club celebrated their graduation at the Commenwell Society club. Food there was delicious. The play was really funny and my mom was an Indian woman. Storyline was, an assassin killed James Bond and they needed a replacement.

The tables and all were decorated with a gun each with poker chips, fake diamonds and plastic rubber bullets as well as a flower vase each. After the play, there was dancing and singing but my dad and I decided to play poker. I won him and he had to eat a rotten rambutan…

It was funny.