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[13 April 2007] On slippers and school girls
Flip-flops have been very popular for the past few years already. Until now, it's still the "in" thing, and as summer approaches, it got even more popular. Havaianas, though expensive, are selling like hotcakes. Some would just opt to buy the "lesser", but equally comfortable, versions: Havanas and Hawaiianas. When I thought that imitations would stop there, I found another one a few days ago copying the local brand Banana Peel. That is... Bananacue. LOL. And I got a pair for 50 bucks. Hehe.

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The female PHoralers had a really funny moment two nights ago that I still can't forget it and the scene kept playing in my mind. Apparently, all three of us really think that a certain someone is cute. We haven't seen him in a long while! Just recently, we finally did. When he went inside the room and went to the other side to where he's supposed to be seated, we told each other to follow him with our eyes. And then, he saw us. And literally, at the same time, we put on silly smiles on our faces and waved at him. You know, the when-your-crush-sees-you-and-you-can't-help-but-make-pa-cute kind of wave, like spirit fingers. Haha, it's just too hard to explain, but we really felt like ditzy school girls.

(Hey, to the guy I was referring to, if you know who you are, don't let it get to your head. Hahaha. We oftten tell you very openly that you are good-looking, anyway.)

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