I'm gasping for breath.

The suffocation in this house is killing me.

Most likely, I'll probably be baking cakes instead of cookies like on Friday.

Sooner or later, I'll pick up the skill of learning how to make those FAB macaroons which are priced at maybe $7 for 3 in public.

Oh yea sure, my cookies sold out like HOT CAKES after well, my successful attempt to make Raspberry Tarts, Rock Cakes and Queen Cakes.

I love the Rock Cakes most.

They taste fantastic, like golden brown on the outside and those kind of cream white on the inside.

And no, they don't taste like rocks.

Luckily, I have a maid who cleans up my unruly mess in the kitchen for me.

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Leanardo di Caprio looks absolutely PERFECT in Romeo and Juliet.

He is such a rare breed.

Weel, at the very least he doesn't marries someone who is 41 years old nor attribute to one of the factors that young teenage girls gets pregnant.

Neither does he makes some stupid controversial news like shaving of his beautiful head of blond hair.

I'm glad.

He's just 1 out of the 100 000 000 0000 000 000 000 000 000 000 000 000 000 000 000 000 000 000 000 of the many men in the world.

Hot + Handsome + Gentlemen + Nice + Rich + Fame = Leonardo di Caprio

See the perfect equation?

If only Maths papers could just be this easy.

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I'm supposed to be out today, you know.

With Charlene, Cassie, Cheryl and Hazel.

Too bad.

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Just that my mom goes into her long lecture about how I shouldn't really distract my siblings who are mentally challenged. (And haven't finished their exams)

Really mentally challenged.

Well, considering when I was at my sis' age, I studied and marked mock test papers I did by myself.

And she, lazes around in the house doing NOTHING but just day dreaming about her future husband.

Even though I have neverthless nagged at her just like I did to everybody that you shouldn't really marry, for the main reason that everything in your dream marriage would have gone wrong and you will suffer from post- marriage blues, depression or if you have given birth, you will suffer from post-natal blues.

See?

It doesn't pays to marry or have younger siblings.

Or you'll be like me, suffocating due to the lack of air/boredom all the time.

To say that I distract my siblings is the understatement of the year.

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And since I have absolutely no one to talk to - Cheryl's browsing through her cute nephew's picture, Hazel seeing and replying tags, Charlene and Cassie, I have no idead where they are.

So I have to pretty much do good with talking and ranting on my blog, right.

And stare at my Teddy bear who is too, apparently staring at me.

But I can't blame him on that anyway.

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I'm on a diet.

I'll be eating yoghurt every reccess from now on.

This also helps to cut back on the number of animals slaughtered all the time.

But hey, a whole chicken counts too right?

Hopefully, if everyone follows what I'm doing, the need to cut back on the number of obese people would not be much help.

Its not healthy, you know, to be obese.

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See that?

That means I will be able to sleep on, but I'm not able to see my dear friends.

But I can cope.

I will bake cake!

Nice idea, ain't it?

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"French guys are soooooo romantic" - my mom.

4 out of 10 Singaporean women marries to foreigners.

I didn't know the figure was that much though.

That means ther will be more chance of Cheryl migrating to America

Awww...

But you know, those causcasians will turn fat when they're older.

Truly fat.

But look, I'll have to meet these fat people next time if my friends marry them.

Luckily, fat isn't an epidemic.

But somewhere in the world, there such thing called Fattism

Try that.

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To us.

Young scholars from overseas - adding to the academic pressure to local students.

Young China women - Husband snatchers.

Construction workers - Potential criminals.

Expatriates - Job snatchers.

Look how amusing we Singaporeans can get.

Singaporeans never fail to amuse me.

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L'amour,

Cherie