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Saturday, April 23, 2005

its sat.. the long awaited day, sun is here. finally, they are coming back frm hk n i can ask them abt the chalet. its the first time i'm planning for a chalet, feel really insecure n unsure of how to do it. only a few of them confirmed tt they're going... but its only abt 6 or 7 ppl? tts pathetic. n coz of tis little no. of response, i dun dare to book the chalet. n..... frm wad i checked, the chalet costs a bomb. how to book??? help.

aft going out wif des n ying on thurs, had been slacking at home. aft piano on fri, went to my fav place again.. the lib. wanted to stay till it closes but decided not to wen i felt really tired. borrowed 2 more books. went to look at tis stitch shop, was tinking of buying a cross-stitch pattern to do, but tot of the 2 books i borrowed n reckoned i wun have the time to finish.

home again on sat. went to the market wif my mom n helped her wif the stuff as usual. like wad i do most of the weekends. bought ingredients to make a butter cake. the cake is deeeellliiccciiioous!! n i did it all by myself! without the help of my mom. haha. had tis feeling of triumph once i tasted the cake. yuuummmyy. hehe. its great great great! =D dinner was realllllyyy funny. only ma n i had it since my bro n dad were out. she made tis realllly spicy chilli n we were sniffing n crying n sweating while eating. damn funny. but its delicious aniway, mom's cooking is always delicious. =D

had been tinking of u. yes... n i hate it. alot. wanna live a life without a guy in mind.