Last days at Ardingly...*sniffle*

It's been a month and a bit since I walked out of my school grounds, boarded the plane and flew straight home...the tune *i'm leaving,on a jet plane. Don't know when i'll be back again (Shania Twain)* comes to mind. So, I guess it's safe for me to do a bit of recall of my last few days at Ardingly now.

D'you know the feeling when something (say...'life') is about to end, you'll wanna do something out of the ordinary, adventurous, daring...Well, this was what we did...

Yes...goat's milk was what we did....We purchased a carton of goat's milk and challenged ourselves to finish it. It tasted like...hm....goat.

Some of us joined a pagent...

Other's got themselves hooked to relationships that only death can free you...

And some others took a step closer to their career goals of becoming angels...

Me?? Well, I found myself a fancy cowboy hat...and began a career of milking fake cows...

Oh yeah...On the way to London, I also decided to brave myself to break the law!! (Enlarge to view the little red sign visibly) I'm good~ *pats own head* I hope the London Transpore Authorities don't take this seriously if they read my blog...

Here's most of us...

Cheers, mates (one British slang I never picked up)...For all the wonderful memories that we can possibly conjure up in the most boring place on earth!