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Wednesday, June 15, 2005

dinner time at the loo household is always interesting, and this evening we have learnt that:

(1) primary school kids read strange books like 'the bridge to terabithia'
where the bridge is actually a rope, and terabithia is a special place made up by a boy and a girl. special place eh... *wink* wink* *nudge* *nudge* ohh yes, when they've crossed the water by swinging on a rope, they have to go through a forest. (this is where nette says something like, "sooo they have to cross a forest to her special place??" and we all laugh uncontrollably while mother sits there thinking we've gone mad cos she didn't hear what nette said)
reallyy makes us wonder what they're teaching kids in school these days...

(2) goats chew cud and cows bleat

anyhoo.
did some study today, kinda. more than someone i know anyway... ("i'm so le tired.." -whinge-
-falls asleep on table again- )
ate lots of junk as usual ... sour skittles, pringles (but only sour cream & onion), guylian chocolates... mmm.

okk that is all for now.
may you hear many cows bleating, goodniight!

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