my ngee ann poly bear.
that funny looking person in the corner is benjamin.



today was st john./
footdrill test.
needless to say, i screwed up.
D'OH.
i got the lowest points.
i'm the sort who when i say i screwed up means i really screwed up.
so i mean it.

i was never meant for footdrill.
some people cant sing or dance.
i cant do footdrill.
i just CANT.
so i'm glad this test is finally over.
i hope no retest or anything.
zomfg.
i'm fine with failing.
absolutely fine.
;D
just dont retest me anymore.
I'LL DIEEEEE.
i crumpled my commands list after the test.
HAH.
take that you stupid footdrill assessment.
i dont give a damn for the footdrill badge.
i'm not going back to st john after o levels anyway.
just see see occasionally.




then ate sushi with dad and ate chocolate overload at gelare.





i love my dog.
he makes my spirits soar.
makes my voice go octaves higher as i coo how adorable he is.



my french neighbours are having a birthday party.
their daughter invited her friends over.
and they are all garden fairies today.
blithely prancing and frolicking in the garden,
their perfectly shaped crimson lips jabbering in fluent and articulate french.
their blue eyes twinkle with laughter
as their shampoo-ad-worthy blond hair dances with the wind in a sweet melancholy.
how nice it would be to be a child again.
(: