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Tuesday, April 19, 2005

Pink Ribbons on Trees That End Up as Sandal Straps.
Today SweetRhapsody and I spent most of our time in the newsroom editing! And then we went grocery shopping and bought these yummy wasabi and soy flavoured kettle chips and sat in my room watching I Know What You Did Last Summer. Gawd, I hate Jennifer Love Hewitt even more than ever. Would she ever stop screaming! Freddie should have just stuck a hook into her to shut her up. And what clothes she wore! Not to mention that everyone had such high-waisted pants. Was it only in high school that the movie first came out? Gosh...
We went back to the uni at night again with the Duchess to do more editing. The soft-spoken socializer and the philosopher very kindly walked us to the uni. They were very rural-villagers-impressed-like with the talking elevator and our newsroom full of Apple Macs and photocopy machines and a lounge/kitchen and TVs, which kind of made us wonder which rock did they crawl out from under. Lol...
Anyway, the soft-spoken socializer and the philosopher finally left and we settled down to do our work...well, SweetRhapsody and I did...the Duchess was supposed to do her reading assignments but I turned once and caught her inspecting her nails instead!
And we finished our work in about an hour and a half and trudged home. SweetRhapsody had broken her sandal strap and was walking slowly for once (she either walks too fast or too slow, it seems). There was a tree nearby, which for some reason, had always been fenced around with a yellow rope, and on the yellow rope were tied pink ribbons. Don't ask me why. Anyway I stole one of the pink ribbons and fixed her sandal for her and then we were happily traisping off again. Until tonight, when the ghost of the tree comes and sits on the end of her bed and demands its ribbon back! Hohoho! Just like all those Malay ghost of the tree stories that you always hear about.

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