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Wednesday, February 04, 2004

J A M I E O L I V E R Good looking, cute accent and a chef (meaning: beautiful breakfasts in bed and desserts!!!). What else could a "single" girl need??!!

My mom and I used to watch The Naked Chef (hmmm...). Lately I have been reading his journal and peeking though all his online recipes.

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ADD ON:

ummm, let see..Amy left to Florida partying (this time, legally!)..Amanda kinda bumped out...Sam I Am was in a car accident (thank God he is OK)...Jarrett talked about Ava (I miss you!!)..Hubby is going to Harrisburg next week...I still haven't bought the plane ticket to Vegas...oh, my parents' house in Jkt almost got robbed! Good thing mom had the 'feeling' to get up @2.30am and went outside the bedroom, saw 2 guys were trying to get into the house from the back door upstairs (+another one with a backpack and a big "parang/golok" waited downstairs by the front door). Only my parents were home that nite...mom gave si mbak2 and the niteguard a day off. Bummer huh! Luckily, both mom and dad are OK...just a bit shocked!!!

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