I've been clicking many pics lately. No. Not from my iSungSoft (Please don't laugh man) From a professional DSLR: Nikon D3100 to be precise. MY WONDERFUL CAMERA And don't take it as a joke, I take serious pics. Say: Oh That is Duke's hand very near my lens....But you get the background, right? Rich Photography!! And ya, Duke does have that disgusting tattoo which he pained with his left hand on his right (That's why it's so bad: He's righty) Oh, I do have one good pic: Nice, right? One more thing which helps me, and most teens, is music. I LOVE MUSIC, and I even play the keyboard. Plus, there are many songs I listen to, like: 1) Twinkle Twinkle 2) Old McDonald had a Farm 3) Insy Winsy Spider 4) Doe a Deer 5) Happy Birthday to U 6) Whiteness Personified 7) A for Apple, B for...... 8) Jingle Bells Very much enjoyment song this giving. Day you enjoy me mine. Duk Mike Tennisc

It's official! I'M RICH!! Ya, seriously. Bye-bye to those days of catching public transport to go to school-Hello Lamborghini and Mercedes!! You wanna know how everything changed just in a night? Even if you don't I will tell you: It all started with an absolutely flabbergasting idea by me. But let's start from the beginning: I was at Duke's house and we wasted half an hour thinking what to play. Lego was getting too boring, people were less for hide and seek, so we decided that we'll make something. But what? What? What? *Moment of suspense* Then the hero (Me) gets a brilliant, out-of-the-world idea: Duke told me that a festival called Ganesh Chaturthi is coming up, and by luck, somehow, my Siddy (iSungSoft Voice Assistant), was switched on. So she said: "Results for Ganesh Chaturthi" and I checked my phone to switch it off, but somehow my curiosity led me to WikiPedia, where I read all about this fest. And then this idea came to me! Ba

What is your brain composed of? Most will say the brain is composed of about 75% water and the gray matter is made up of about 100 billion neurons (I copied it from Google) But I say different-My brain is composed of: Yes..... I even know the Spanish lyrics of Despacito!  Anyways, life is right now not so great....I'm just slogging between school classes: Maths, French, Science, Music, Repeat. Sometimes I do make some small mistakes. OR But ya, honestly: It is tough to multitask. In midst of all of this, the only thing going right is my DJ-ing and Singing..... OHMIGOSH!!! Duke has come.....I'll have to shut this down before he knows about this blog and all my comments of his #whiteness.... Bye for now... (P.S. Follow me on Google+ and subscribe to the blog for updates.....)

Today's school was awesome! First of all, I gave my entire class grief for mass bunking without me. But there were some conversations I bet you'll would love: Sir: Define a teacher, Mike. Me: A teacher is a person who solves problems - which would never be created without them. Sir: Why don't you study Johan? Your marks are so less! Johan: Sir I don't know whether you have noticed, but the word studying is a mixture of  study- and -dying. And I'm quite young to die. By the way, this is what he had written in his test: Sir: Why were you sleeping in my class, Duke? Duke: Sir, your voice is so sweet, so I felt like sleeping. Sir: Then why aren't others sleeping? Duke: Because they are not listening to you! Duke: Some days back sir told us a very good thing! Me: What is that? Duke: He said, "The exams will go on even if it rains or shines." Me: Whats so good in that? Duke: It's snowing today! Sir: Who all are stupids, stand

It's saturday again (oh no) and my insta account says: Sure......I should've expected that.... But wait..... My mom is calling me, just a sec . . . . . Okie, so my mom, Brittany Tennessee, is going to pick up my little sister, Zoe Tennesse, and I'm home alone till then. My mom is actually the sweetest person in my life. Even though she scolds me, whatever she has said till date has somehow turned out to be true. But sometimes she is quite illogical..... No, we obviously didn't do that...But back to mom, she is really good. She can make all the delicacies in the world, and it seems that she knows the top secret recipe of Coke by the way she makes it.... Plus, she is one of the fittest person I have ever seen. She has maintained her health quite well. Plus, she is also a crafter who takes craft classes. But all of this is side-business.....What I'm really talking about is our relation, which is like none other. She can point out any fault in me or

It's Friday (Yasss!!! ) and my alarm rings at  5:40 a.m. (Ya the iSungSoft alarm). I as usual got up and, unlike that party, had my bath and brushed. I finished all morning formalities so lets just zoom to school.............. So as I enter I see the regular sight of Mr. White (#WeWantChange), but wait-why am I alone in class? Something is wrong, I'm thinking, as I walk to my seat. But when I get there.........  Oh no!!!!!!!! I can't believe they mass-bunked without telling me!!!! Now what to do????? Sit alone in class and sulk (#Sob-Sob). It was like the longest detention I've got..... This is what is the current condition in my class. Yes, I did tell Mr. White and our principal, Mr. Green (This seems to be a quite racist school) that my friends messaged that they got food poisoning at one friend's party which I didn't attend because I was out for a holiday, but I'm not sure that they were convinced..... After an hour, Mr. White started pi