My Friends... Fret Not!!!

I just want to make sure everybody sees this.

!!! PSA !!!

Okay, everyone's got the idea.

So let's get to the point.

Anyone to whom I don't send messages or talk anymore, it's not because I don't like you anymore. If I don't talk to you anymore, don't worry b'cuz we're still FRAAANDS!!! <3 I still think about y'aa erryday, even though you probably don't do the same. Not to be prideful or anything. Just saying. And go ahead and send me stuff. I'm not ignoring you.

Okay, done.

!!! END of PSA !!!

What made me write that was the fact that my name can be written with the abbreviations of three chemicals.

Anyway, yeah, I'm sorry about these random posts!! I'm still going to post that Malaysian shopping adventure!! It's school season, y'know!!

Wait, I'll tell you a story.

[When we were in Malaysia this year,] My grandma invited us kids to her place for a sleepover. A couple days before, I'd asked her if I could make brownies at her house, and she said yes. So when we got there, we chilled for a while, and I bothered my uncle #poking and #tickling him and teasing him about his #pouch. Then Grandma asked, "Hey, aren't you going to make brownies?"

"Oh, yeah," I said, turning away from her computer which she'd let me use to write my essay (because #school begun around VACAY TIME!! x-( )

Grandma got up and walked to the laundry room/the room where the fridge is and where the washer is too. "Come, I show you where all the ingredients are."

I followed her and helped her take things out from the fridge--chocolate, chocolate chips, butter, eggs, walnuts. Then we brought them to her little island in the kitchen and began to measure and weigh them according to the recipe. After we'd weighed everything out, we melted the chocolate with the butter on the stove. Then we went back to what were were doing and I checked the stove every once in a while. I won't explain the process of how we made the brownies because that is boring. But my uncle (I'll call him Uncle Zad) came in the kitchen to throw something away and he asked Grandma, "Are you helping her because she doesn't know how to bake, or what?" He washed his hands too.

"No, I have to stay with her because she doesn't know where everything is," Grandma told him.

Uncle Zad surveyed the ingredeients on Grandma's little kitchen island. "You're supposed to put the walnuts on last, or what?"

"No," Grandma said. "Some inside, some on top."

I grinned evilly, smiled at Uncle Zad, and said, "Uncle Zad, what do you know about baking?"

He breathlaughed. "Nothing," he laughed.

I began to laugh maniacally and backed away in case he did anything to me. All he did was flick his hand water at me and walk out of the kitchen.

Later, as I was washing dishes, I heard a booming voice behind me that sounded just like Uncle Zad's.

"You're making brownies?!"

I whipped around, wondering why Uncle Zad would ask about something he already knows. Then I realized. It was my other uncle, whom I shall call Uncle Nik.

Grandma was behind him. "Haa, takut dia," she said, which means, "Hah, she's scared." (something like that)

I told Uncle Nik that he sounded like Uncle Zad and said why would Uncle Zad ask about something he already knows. Then when I was done washing dishes I went up to Uncle Nik and said, "You looked so happy when you asked that!" (he DID!!)

The end of the story. I feel bad that Uncle Nik didn't get to taste the brownies. But Uncle Zad liked them. And Uncle Zad likes to criticize us all the time, so that means a lot.

Thanks for reading!

Until next time! :)