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목요일, 1월 22, 2004
ok, so i know it's actually chinese new year and all, but there is one revelation of the day that should not, and nay will not, go unmentioned.

real fact #1:

ginger is not ginger

o, what's the big fuss about? i hear you cry. well, the fact of the matter is that, contrary to popular belief, the lovely ginger, who has been the subject of many discussions on renu's part (that's right, put all the blame on renu), is not ginger! maybe it was because he was too tall for us to get a ganders at his natural hair colour, so now we're going to have to change his nickname to maybe slightly copperish or something like that. which leaves us with the mystery as to how in the whole wonky world we managed to see his ginger-ish side. it's a strange world, from the way things work some times.

anyway, today i was asked more than once whether the non-assuming garment that clothed my body was my new year clothing or not. well, i suppose you could say it was a shade of lucky, prosperity-like pink/light red, but hey, i only wanted something warm to wear, to be absolutely honest. i suppose the biological clock (yes, that self-same one that sets of the 'mummy alarm' in us maternal females) instinctively makes the psyche (or psychos the psyche, if you will) choose threads that actually make us look festive. that doesn't mean dressing up like a christmas tree at christmas, as i have (regrettably) seen some people do in the course of my life. i sob for those unfortunate souls. it's a thing with red we have, us chinese people.

to end rather abruptly, here's useless fact of today: i still haven't gotten any of my essays back yet. the only thing i can take heart in is that i'm not alone in this endless quagmire of not knowing how my work has paid off.

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