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Saturday, June 05, 2004


Tradition
The closest my family and I get to a tradition is my mum and I sitting down to watch the Miss Universe pageant every year since I can remember! I love the predictability, the glitz, the big hair and most especially the knowing comments mum and I can make as seasoned viewers. Case in point tonight..., "oh, she has a good walk, she'll make the top 5". We had particular fun this year keeping our eye out on the Taylor Forrestor look-alike, Miss Paraguay (only true B&B fans will know what I mean) and lamenting the newly crowned Miss Universe 2004's lack of defined lips, while patting her figuratively on the back for being Aussie!


 # posted by Vron @ 1:40 am

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