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My room is currently being bombarded with physics equations and symbols and formulae, printed on every possible coloured paper my sister could’ve found in this house. Including pink *shudders* You’d know how I feel if you have an older sister who has science subjects and mocks in two days and feels she’s too cool to [...]
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My art exam on Saturday was supposed to start at nine, and I got to school at eight. Not because I am highly over-effecient, no no. But for the mere reason that my sister had to be dropped off to Ida Rieau, and my brother to his school, at the same time.
Grade ten and eleven [...]
I have my first art exam [of the three] tomoroow; imaginative [for the finals]. Though I have NO IDEA why its called that. What it should be called is “memorative” [meah, hurried-blogging calls for desperate measures] because it has absolutely nothing to do with our imagination. More to do with khuwaari. We’re supposed to MEMORIZE [...]
One fine day, a very fine day indeed, my dad comes home, shoves a playstation ka dabba in my face. Yes. Just like that. A yellow, tiny little box containing what I’ve wanted/been whining about/been dying for for I dont remember how long..
Thing is, I’d have probably been more excited if I’d known it was [...]
It’s really not that easy conversing with eight year olds, really.. and Im talking SMALL TALK! it just so happens that Waj’s cousin has a thing for messaging any randomly selected person from her contacts list whenever she goes over. Reason being: immense boredom/waj living in her own little bubble of oblivion/ipod/guitar. Frankly, i don’t [...]
