Right now,
I have a mixture of feelings.

It feels so freaking odd to have so many serious feelings at the same time.

I'm worried (for tomorrow's plane geometry paper)
I'm disgusted (by someone, thank god for me)
I'm shocked (the world is so freaking small)
I'm upset (is it right to feel that way?)

& like so many more.

Almost everyone around me is sad for some reason,
which makes us resort to primary school way of cheering us up.
Some are just too happy to even bother about me.
Naming them is pretty useless, right?

I can't thank my best friend,
cause my best friend isn't literally my best friend! *what is this man*

Nonetheless, all those people whom I've addressed with a nice nick, thanks for being there.

this is so freaking random.
cause i think my blog's dying by the day.

It is possible,
I can actually restrain myself from blogging on a daily basis,
In fact, I didn't even feel like blogging,
even a noun,
even an adjective,
even a pronoun.
Nada.

& now for the latest.
HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY BHAIYA!
*though I know you don't read my blog*
*if you do then* (something which I wouldn't know)

What's new man?

A mystery is evolving!
Where have the bees gone?

Oh Oh,

Brother: We're having bushfires!
Me: We're having lalang-fires!

I'm blogging on a Thursday night, 
how is this possible?

But it's great to blog a day before Friday the 13th!.
Okay, let's hope no one gets stomachaches tomorrow.
Beware who ear my cupcakes.
It's my very first attempt on cupcakes.

What more,
school is fun,
that's for sure,
the homework isn't fun though,
not at all.

My cupcakes are brown.
I noticed while baking/mixing/etc,
I kept washing my hand :0
I'm not hygienic la,
I'm a very messy cook.

I can cook rice in the rice cooker,
I can fry eggs in the frying pan,
Only Ajeeta can drink her own-made coffee,

I made coffee for Bhaiya on the day,
he was leaving for Aussie last year,
It was awful,
but he still drank it!

See the things your siblings do for you!
He even parceled me a penguin, which jumped in the middle of the night.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY IZYAN!


I LOVE EZ!
I LOVE MY RABBIT!
*it was fun playing with the doctor set, and listening to your brain beat.

The reason why I hate being an Indian.

- People don't really refer to me as what I am.
- Bollywood is mistaken.
- My freaking identity is mistaken.
- Even the freaking language I learn.
- Even my religion is mistaken.
- Damn, get it right, I speak Hindi, not Tamil or Punjabi.
- I am freaking well a Hindu.
- My surname doesn't mean any male member in my family has to wear a turban.
- Go read up on the type of Singhs, will you.
- Bollywood isn't about Indian accents or dancing around trees.
- Mind you, Bollywood actors, speak very good English.
- The last movie I saw, Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi, did not dance around trees.
- Neither do any "typical Bollywood movies"
- Trees? C'mon we've got snow and trains too.
- Don't say Bollywood, unless you know what you're referring too.
- And talk English in front of me, cause I know you don't know Hindi.

And even after, repeating all these into your heads millions of times, you don't seem to get it in your freaking brain. So, that results in me not liking to be an Indian.

Rawr.

Singh is derived from the Sanskrit word Siṃha meaning "lion". It is a common title, middle name, or surname in North India originally used by Hindu Rajputs

Oh, It has been like a week on Hiatus,
but seriously nothing to blog about unless you want me,
to write the answers of my homework and tests!

-.-

I am retarded and spastic.
Noo.

Yesterday's air rifling was fun though,
I made my country proud *mycountryinclass*
Then, took pictures with Adlyn & Syafiqah,
I was being an idiot, spoiling the pictures!
Heehaw.

Went back to school,
went back home with Amira & Syafinah,
(Simi went home with Dada)
Then I we laughed,
for funny reasons (?)

Syafinah took a long time to buy earrings (hmph)

Now, I've got a freaking dilemma.
:0
ajeeta has a dilemma.
and i'm going to share it with her.
:D
and you much later!

Ajeeta, there IS something wrong with you.

Fix it.