More random photos from France that I hadn't uploaded:

Featuring my dad's dog, Salto! Name is fairly stupid but in France pet names are almost state assigned. As in for each year there's a specific letter so for the year this dog was born, the letter was S. 

So there's this whole lists of suggested cat and dog names starting with S for you to choose from.

It isn't mandatory of course, but the idea's actually pretty good like it'll be much easier to associate a pet with an age.

Haha SQUINT. Im like SophietheLion101

DISGUSTING NOT. I was quite freaked out because it's BIG.

I love snails! I used to keep pet snails when I was still living in France and around 7 years old? I took them out each day for "races" and could only name one of them, Sleepy, because he was the only one that didn't move during the "races".

And I am POSITIVE that they have teeth. It was really ticklish when this snail was on my palm, like it was making these curious little explorative nibbles till it took one decisive bite.

Snails are so interesting! They can even glide across the blade of a knife without hurting themselves. Snails ftw, stop stepping on them!

The following are photos of one of the nights that I climbed the fence over to my neighbour's house. Too bad I couldn't swim, timeofthemonth.

My neighbour's the taller one on the right, I last saw him 3years ago but he was already my height then (1.7m). 

His name is Jean-Christophe which would be John-Christopher in English, but everyone calls him JC anyway.

The other guy's his friend Sebastien but that they call Pompom haha.

In France, teens can start riding motorbikes at 16. So JC has this fucking huge scar on his chest when he had an accident in Italy where he broke his ribs and could have died if he wasn't discovered....

I only dangled my feet in the water, but I can tell you it was very very cold.

Haha errrr Pompom insisted on posing for the picture while JC 's still deciding on whether to go into the water haha.

Okay but I'm glad I don't live in France. Or if I did, it'd have to be in the city. 

Like all JC and his friend do is smoke and ride their bikes around because there's absolutely nothing else to do. 

And it's no wonder you always hear about juvenile delinquents and etc, there is really NOTHING once you're out of town.

And and it's no wonder French kids are all so sexually active hahaha. Like "okay since town is 2hour's drive away let's go your place to xxx instead" haha errrrrrrrrr.

And lastly:

Feast your eyes on my dad's medicine cabinet! This is a result of an over-funded healthcare system and hence an over-medicated country. 

They get medicine for every little thing, and always get it in extra quantities because they come in fixed boxes unlike in Singapore where it's packed individually with each person.

They believe in extra medicine just in case anyway. So what you get is an overflowing medicine cabinet and tons of taxpayers' money down the drain.

Will

Bangs. Due to extreme boredom and over-active scissors.

Anyway, do you all really want me to block Will?

1) I DO NOT KNOW HIM at all, I know some of you think I do but no I don't.

2) My own tagboard doesn't really bother me honestly it's just a mild amusement to me haha. I've like friends calling me saying "Sophie, I'm having so much fun replying on your tagboard, like I read it before I read your posts".

3) Umm so yeah either way up to chewwww but Will, I'm just curious as to how you ever came across my blog if it's allllll the way back to before I won New Face which is like, 2005 when I was SEC3 omg haha.

)':

The past few days since I finally told my mom how badly I've been doing in school have been pretty crappy. Aside from the mandatory more-or-less-grounded-ness and increased tuition which I understand I need, my mom keeps putting me down all the time.
My self-esteem is already so low now I feel like bursting into tears every time.

I don't know why I developed this habit like all first-time parents; that is to repeatedly keep checking on your newborn to see if he's still breathing because you're so afraid this miraculous thing will be suddenly snatched brutally away from you.

I do that with my hamster which sounds totally lame I agree but I don't know, it's just a habit. My hamster's not even one year old so he still has half a life to go. Looked at it the other day and I couldn't see if its tiny ribcage was rising up and down. Opened the cage and when it didn't come rushing up to greet me with its furry little face, I knew it was dead.


1. www.postsecret.blogspot.com
"I began my presentation by handing out blank postcards to everyone in the auditorium. I invited each person to anonymously write down a secret on a card and then pass it on. For the next hour, the postcards circulated. At the end, I asked if anyone would like to stand and read the secret they were holding at that moment. A man in the front row stood up and haltingly read:

'I wish I could apologize to my younger brother for the way I treated him growing up.'

He sat down and exchanged a long look with the young man next to him. After more read aloud some of the other secrets that had been passed around, I collected all the cards. The man in the front row handed me the postcard he had read from, and the two men walked out together.

His postcard was blank."


And check this one out too I'm hooked!
2. www.weffriddles.com
The Rules pages is already the first riddle. After getting the answer to each riddle, substitute the answer into the URL and you'll be brought to a new page with a new riddle. There are like 80 levels right now I think. I'm at level 11 now!
TRY IT . TRY IT . TRY IT, then you can tell me how you did (:

If you get stuck visit the forum. If you're still REALLY stuck er you can ask me we can crack heads together. I just got gmail haha it's sophiewillocq@gmail.com okay that wasn't exactly hard to guess.

Sister Hazel

4.30pm: "I'm hungry, I didn't eat very much today. I only had one plate of rice, potatoes, mushrooms, chicken, one nugget, one Oreo cookie and 2 jellies."

There's been times I'm so confused

All my roads, they lead to you

I just can't turn and walk away

It's hard to say what it is I see in you

Wonder if I'll always be with you

You're not everything I envisaged or what I thought I'd have. But you're you. Yet you cause me so much emotional baggage. I still think about it sometimes and I can't let it go. I carry so much resentment and I hate you for that. But thank you for trying.

GP exam yesterday,

I chose "How far do you agree that loneliness is a major problem in city life?"

Loneliness is a personal choice, not a result of circumstances. I probably used the words "city dwellers" ten times, as well as a myriad of different ways to say "concrete living boxes/unfeeling, faceless slab of plastic and metal". And I used 6sides of foolscap omg I pity my marker.

Flight of Fancy

I'm the toughest girl I know

Okay and by here I got bored of Googling tattoo images so these are just Photoshop brushes. Somehow they all look a little fake though but maybe that's just because I know so clearly it isn't there.

In case you don't believe me. Although theoretically it works both ways. I can not have a tattoo and I can fake them. Then I can have a tattoo and fake that I don't.

Haha I don't alright have one alright. Browsing through all the pretty tattoo images I tried to reassess why I never really craved for one. Ultimately it's something that is just far too permanent and visible. And I don't want to risk regretting something that can't be undone. Don't delude yourself saying you're sure you won't regret it. You'll never know till then.

On another note, I always wondered this: For women who get tattoos on their waist/hip areas, what about when you get pregnant?! It must look really hideous then. And after.

I need a new keychain. Piglet's breaking. And Paul Frank is so dirty. You can see its original colour just beneath its jaw. Ronald McDonald pin on the tag, die-hard fan.

That's what I learn for Bio on the right ): And yes I've to know every damn term in that flowchart (one of many many many)

P.S. In case different segments of my posts seem blatantly incongruous, that's because they compile numerous drafts I did at separate times and then random things at other moments in the day that I take note/think of and decide to blog about.

Blood donation drive in school the other day. Convinced Carmen to go with me! It's my second time so I wasn't particularly eggcited. The form they make you fill up always has the same hilarious questions like "Are you donating blood so you can find out if you have AIDS?"

This year's organization was quite bad though. The whole process took 2hours and considering the donation part itself lasts only 30mins... that means 1.5hrs WAITING and WAITING. There was no plaster this year and I actually got a small wound and bruising that hasn't completely gone although it was more than a week ago, which totally didn't happen last year.

Okay you can check out unglam us in school uniform:

Chloe's damn unlucky, something went horribly wrong and they had to stop it after only half a bag of blood. She has a huge bruise now.

Looks like I got poked twice.

This year's on top and last year's below!

My first goal can be to collect all the colours and designs available. And subsequently to just cover every table/fan leg etc in my room!

I strongly advocate blood donation! Firstly, it DOES NOT HURT. The 2 pricks -one on your finger to check your iron levels and the other for the anesthetic- are very bearable and primarily so ephemeral anyway.

Secondly, it's quite FUN in this grossly fascinating and novel way. Watching your skin bulge up when the needle goes in, the tube feeling so warm across your wrist as it carries your blood, flexing your arm to see blood flow more quickly into the bag and so on.

Finally, it HELPS SOMEONE. It requires so little effort on your part but plays such a vital part in someone else's life. It's giving the most archaic gift to someone who needs it.

Hence everyone should go donate blood (: Apparently it's good for your body to make new blood anyway, instead of just sustaining it.