You're the lol in my lollipop

Let's start with the awful so we can end this post on a good note (:

This is my last NAPFA year and I actually feel sad about it because I happen to like NAPFA, minus the run. I majorly screwed up my standing broad jump today and spent the rest of the day feeling really angry with myself. Collected the photos today as well. They didn't turn out as well as I expected so :( And this week is insanely insane in the my-hamster-just-grew-purple-hair-&-started-breakdancing way My plate's gonna break if I'm not careful.

Moving on to the sparklyhappystuff, Wenqi and I either drank the same-kind-of-something-wrong, are too sleep deprived and stress out, sorely lacking in me-time or just plain looney. Or it could be a NY primary thing.

"You're the apple in my crumble!"
"The kit in my kat! "
"The lol in my lollipop! "
"The gee in my scrunchie! "
"The under in my wear! "
"The icing on my cake! "
"The G in my string! "

"CHAOS IN A BOX RAH! "

Cue laughing fits in the lecture theatre. Cracked me up like no other. Then cue weird stares from surrounding classmates. We give them good weird-staring practice (: