If I were born in the prehistoric times. I probably wouldn't have survived past my 5th birthday.

I'd probably  have been carried away by some ferocious looking squirrel while I'd been distracted by a particularly mesmerizing stone. Or I may have walked straight into a lava pit, whistling happily, unaware.

I'm serious. Every single day, I do something stupid or idiotic. Don't even ask. Its horrible.I'm so damn clumsy it's hopeless. Rugby feels like chess to  me. And I'm REALLY BAD at chess.


+ Also, on the way back home today, I saw this couple- closing in to , you know , kiss and because I had just spent a really long time giggling about a bad bad badass H2 Maths paper to a friend ( I screwed it bad. Very bad. I could count out a few marks here and there). I giggled a them , and totally spoiled pulled and anti-climax. Random couple, if you're reading this, I'm so sorry. I couldn't help it - I was really really high about how unsaveably screwed up my paper was.