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Wednesday, December 26, 2007 14:45

Read about this in Life section of a local chinese paper - men are but butterflies, and women, flowers. So the brighter the flowers or the prettier the flowers, the more butterflies there will be. That's an analogy to illustrate how much a lie it is when a guys claim that looks aren't important, and how we shouldn't believe them when they say so.

The convo last night was resounding in my mind as I crept to bed.

You know very well what I think. Don't doubt it.

That's what I need. So for the time being, I'll just be contented with what I think the Pig thinks. Hopefully so.

Alright, back to the usual Ivy type of entry now. The day after Christmas(aka today) is named BOXING Day. Which amuses me deeply. Why do they name it as such? Was it because traditionally there's a boxing match held the day after we celebrate the birth of Jesus? Or, another interesting postulation (though highly unjustifiable) of mine, that some people got so broke after spending fortunes on celebrating their Christmas, that they began to rob or steal the day after, and then people caught them and boxed them which snowballed into massive street fight because many people participated in it, and that's why it's called 'Boxing' Day?

This is really a lame, and pointless postulation.
Also a reflection of how bored I am, sitting in the house with everyone else, but nobody have any suggestion on what we can do to kill time.

So in the end, we let procrastination steal time away.

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