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My mom's chicken rice is divinely delicious I can eat the rice by itself.

I made myself a tumblr, cos it's really really darn cool. Well, I think the whole idea of tumblr is basically reposting people's entries, pictures, quotes and the likes. Since I've only started I'm only following one person, which is the admin staff. BWAHAHA. Do you know that Singapore comes in 7th place in Tumblarity? Tumblarity is a measure on the level of how active you are on Tumblr. Anyway, it's carbonara.tumblr

But I'll still be blogging as per normal here (:

I was fleeting with excitement yesterday because I finally borrowed french movies from Sitt, thanks girl! I especially wanted to watch Le Grand Voyage, basically about a father and son's journey to Mecca. Meanwhile, I should study for french test, complete genes assignment (this is a chore: writing at least 4 lines for 1-mark questions isn't worth it) and start dissecting my notes (really).

I was at the bus stop near my tuition kid's place when suddenly I felt a sillhouette presence and sudden hand movements, and those hands started strangling me. Ok a friendly strangle. FROM BALA, thanks man, zzz. I nearly died of shock cos I was wondering why would a stranger hover from behind and strangle me? If such things become daily occurences in Singapore, I'd flee.

empoisonner (v): to give poison

The other day I made a silly mistake for french tutorial. Because poisson in French means fish. So I thought that empoisonner means to provide fish (??). Damn, the whole class started laughing at me again.
Note that there's two "s" in poisson.

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