I have a cool new lighter and I'm not afraid to use it.

My bad ass dad sleeping on open house day while guests are in the next room looking for him. He's so cool. I wish I can do that.

There were an alarming number of children this year. Enough to do a remake of The Lord of the Flies. It's like birth rates went up while I was in Egypt.

Nothing is more insulting to a mother than when someone forgets their child's name. That's why I suggested we should have name tags for the snot rags. Like 'Hi, my name is blablabla, and I belong to blablabla. If lost, please contact 017/019 blablabla'

My mom doesn't buy it. Said it's ridiculous. Meh.

Oh and they were so excited when my parents said I was studying in Egypt. I was like a reborn female Elvis, I tell you.

But the sad part was when this one lady started naming everyone she knew who is in the vicinity of the African continent, assuming that I know them all.

And I'm not even exaggerating.

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I'm done with Raya.

I've worn my baju Raya, I've eaten food twice of my body mass, I've cium my parents' hands and the amount of dish soap I was in contact with will last me another year.

And the fright of seeing a whole family wearing matching clothes of shocking neon green with pink frillies standing together in a group, grinning at you (by the way I believe they should be in playhouse disney) is too much.

Some things never change. And why should they.

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I know I'm a little random but these are just...

I'd hate to think I stole them from my school's lab out of revenge or something.