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Wednesday, December 01, 2004
trawling town
in the past 9 days, been in town for 5. then again, shopping experiences are always different with diff people.

my house is a pig sty compared to win's. maids of honour came up very well. flat cake was kinda blueberry muffins (or should it be the other way round?) baking was tiring though. esp when you bake something using close to 600g of flour.

after the constant procrastination, finally went to sign up for BTT with yz. and everyone told me it was a wrong decision to take it at ubi with the roadworks and everything. thanks for the encouragement ya? extremely amused with stories about "guests" from hell. that's why i was never keen on getting a job quickly in the first place. trying to postpone the facing "real" world as much as possible. can be a very efficient shopper if i want to. even after receiving a rude shock that a shirt for a 2 yr old can cost $109.

do i look very guilable? always seem to attract pp asking for donations. seems that my social circle is very big (which i seriously doubt) i bump into acquaintances many times within the stretch from wisma to paragon. ear still hurts and serves me right. grandma is surprisingly unsurprised by the third earhole. except volunteering some of her ear-rings. who knows, i may get some heirloom. hahaz...