singing gardener.

weeds just thrive particularly in our garden and every day im dragged into the lawn to weed with my mum "for at least in hour!" i nearly died yesterday, and today i just sort of stoned and picked at the grass.

the gardener contracted glandular fever from the solomon islands a few months back and he lost twelve kilos. would you believe it. that very fact sends funny thoughts going in your head!

today in the garden i belted out completely out-of-tune made-up songs for my mum while throwing grass around me. she tried to make me weed, and i did try, but i say, weeding is not my thing manz! chessy, hurry and come back! i think my singing drove my mum insane, thank god she didnt stab me with the poker knife gardening tool. she was like aiyah go in la! so i gratefully scurried into the sweet confines of the house and immediately absorbed myself into a book from the library. i was a happy happy chappy :)

mum made dinner (of course) and it was a happy dinner of baked fish fingers and smiley potato faces. i was so pleased :)

last night completely drove me up the wall but im glad ive got answers to questions now. and guess what, i feel the same. everything.

FIFI! how are you?! i am here with my mum who arrived before term break. how are you? im back around midyear so i hope to see you then! take care and i meees you!!! xoxo

shumin :) thanks, im alright. things are good. and i bet they're even better for you! ;)

green for the horrific colours of the garden that terrorised me. eeegad! hahah :P




cokefoke! i meeeees you! xoxoxo <3<3


happy dinner :)