Figured that it's best I move. Have been meaning to for the longest time because tsokool was getting unrelatable.
Last week of poly hols, T insists that we should do couply stuff before we run out of time when school starts.Drove specially to buy me a new kite, we named him Mr. Whaley. Original, just like how we named the squid kite, Mr.Squid.
Well except that Mr.whaley decided to take a swim at the marina barrage.At least he flew a good 5minutes before he took the dip. Sigh. It was tough getting the fat whale up. Wonder what our next kite will be..
Kindda miss blogging actually, I guess what really peeved me off the other side was the fugly archives.