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Friday, June 4, 2010 . 6/04/2010 03:03:00 PM

I find it strange that, since primary school, my best friend has always been a Malay girl. And all those years of having Malay girls as best friends, I didn't learn much of the language from them.

More than likely, they learned a lot of Chinese from me and the rest of our Chinese friends. Weird.

Raurau!! I feel like joining a Malay conversing class.

Vi imagines... Raurau raising her eyebrows, going "For what?"
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