Where did I go wrong?
I lost a friend,
Somewhere along in the bitterness.
And I would have stayed up with you all night,
Had I known how to save a life.
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Charlene's going to America.
For 11 days.
Cassie and Cheryl is coped up with all their netball trainings.
I would have been with them if I hadn't quit the team.
Serves me right.
I'd be walking with the brand name "Loser!" on my forehead.
I wish that I have such flexible limbs that Charlene can pack me in her luggage and whisk me to America with her.
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Joder.
My life is such a bore.
I wish I'm a wahine.
Live for surfing, dancing and the beach.
And I'd conquer The Pipe.
I envy wahines.
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I hate Singlish.
I hate those " la, leh, lors".
Its totally unappealing, unless you really are some exotic creature.
But other than that, PLEASE keep off those words.
It doesn't roll with the tongue.
J'aime deteste singlish.
I know I may have offended some people who is really REALLY proud of their singlish.
But catch that, singlish doesn't make you a least cool, okay.
Personally, I prefer someone who doesn't spout hokkien vulgarities and singlish when they speak.
A chinese and english fusion is okay, but a singlish and hokkien vulgarities fusion?
I've never heard a conversation worse than that.
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Cookies with chocalate and cereal bits for my brother, by yours truly.
The result?
Rock hard cookies that will break or force any dentures or broken tooth to fly out of the mouth.
But the taste is FAB.
Add on icing made by again, yours truly, and ice them over each cookie for a single alphabet.
Which sums up to a sweet yet simple birthday present from the heart, if not the the part about bring rock hard.
Its time for my late night serial.
So.
Adieus, adieus!
L'amour,
Cherie (almight)