So Mina and Z were online tonight, and I don't think I've ever laughed this hard in weeks:

Mina: Please don't crossdress while I'm in Pattaya
Z: Why? Am I spoiling the market?
Mina: No, it's bad enough I have to compete with chicks but with trannies?
Me: rotfl

So I spent a long holiday in Singapore. It was a big wake up call for me, because I realized;

1. How much I miss my SMU friends
2. How much I miss my SKLs
3. How much I depended on Viceroys if SKLs were harder to find
4. And how 'uncle' Indo brands are.
5. I miss my SKLs, period.

Shit. I WANT MY SKL's.

The United States have always been obsessed with military defense; that is no secret. From the development of the atomic bomb, to agent orange and to star wars; the Pentagon has spared no expenses for the defense budget.

Their latest project in military technology? I give you, the gay bomb. I kid you not.

Make Love (literally) not War.

So this week is a class 5 injury week; I sprained my ankle (not twisted as some idiot doctor claimed) and some pyro brat tried to burn me.

I don't know why, seriously, I don't even know him. I was heading down to this warkop with my cousins and we notice tis little kid going around playing with a lighter and burning things.,. Well, minor things like cigarette butts, bits of fallen noodles, no accellerants or flammable shit cos that would have like sounded my pyro alarm. He was probably about... 3 or 4 years old.

Anyway while we were ordering he merrily went behind me and tried burning some stray threads from my jacket. He succeeded in burning the threads away, and more. RIP my beloved jacket.,

Owner of stall was of course uberly apologetic, but shit, what can one do? It ain't the states, and plus, why would sue somebody who makes less than the most underpaid janitor in SG?

And you know what was worse? My cousin commented, smart kid, he knows a setan (demon) when he sees one. Dammit.. I got pwn3d. By my 15 yrs old cousin no less.

So I stayed with my aunt this weekend, netless and roommateless. Ergo, Tita was without entertainment. Which in most people's book a very very dangerous thing. They are quite right of course.

Anyway, the maids in the house adopted some stray kittens, and they're utterly fugly but as adorable as hell. One of them thinks I'm its mother- I call him DS (Devil Spawn). DS, always steals my food, and apparently it has become my unspoken duty to feed that little bugger everyday. Thus I decided to buy him some milk from the nearby warung; it was one of those carton milk drinks. It became a daily thing for me to pour some of the milk into DS's saucer through the straw, and for DS to lick the straw clean of milk. Then I would put the milk back into the fridge so it won't go bad that quickly.

Now I have a little cousin, a little rascal, typical of a 9 yrs old boy. He has this bad habit of raiding the fridge and taking out tidbits, regardless of who it belongs to (I lost some donuts, chocolates and green tea to him). One day he chanced upon DS's milk, and lo and behold, he drank it. Straight from the straw DS loves to lick.

I noticed the milk, and i asked him if he bought it or did he take it from the fridge.

All Hell broke loose when he answered. Well, Hell for him at least, I was laughing my ass off. So was his sister. Man... 

Moral of the story, raid the fridge only if you're petless. If you do, you may find yourself phobic to milk.

Haha.

God I'm mean.

So, my roomies and I got into a debate about which is the lesser of two evils; Playhouse Disney or Trans TV (and local channel). I don't know what's sadder; the topic itself or the fact that we watch those two channels. Well anyway, on the schedule; Bananas in Pajamas (insert obligatory dick joke here) and a series on local fairytales called Dongeng.

Anyway, the story being featured on the series is Si Itik Buruk Rupa which translates to the ugly duckling well, basically it's the anthropomorphic tale of the ugly duckling. The story goes is that, a young girl is born with a horrific skin disease and basically everyone in the village, her own two sisters included hates her- with the exception of her mother. Her widowed mother, inversely, dotes upon her.

Well, one day, she saves a young boy from drowning, and instead of thanking her, they all scream at her to stay away, and would've beaten her up if it wasn't for this 'handsome' young man (I'll complain about how so not good looking he is later) who saw everything and stuck up for her. It was the start of a beautiful friendship between the Fictional Man (FM)* and Ugly Duckling (UD).

Anyway, kid who was saved got sick with the mumps, and despite the doctor saying her sickness isn't contagious, the villagers refused to believe her and locked her in the stocks. Only FM and mommy stood up for her. Her sisters, jealous of the budding romance between UD and FM, threatened her into leaving the village, frightened, UD obliged. She then took shelter near a waterfall inside the forest.

Heartbroken with the disappearance of her beloved daughter, her mother died. Now, mothers are commonly believed to be the more holier of our two parents (apologies to my dear daddy) thus, it's not surprising, that when she died, the poor banished UD dreamt of her mother who promises everything will be alright.

As most fairytales, it ends with a happily ever after, UD got rid of her facial discolouration and marries her beloved FM who found her.

When my roomies and I first watched it, we thought, okay, typical feel good Cinderella type story, and as the story progressed, hey it ain't bad, of course the villagers were a tad bit too unreasonable at times, but that's aiiiiight. Then we began to enjoy it because, well, they were genuine, I mean the acting seems very genuine, the friendship between UD and FM seems very natural, but what I love especially was the bond between mother and daughter. It's bloody touching yo, when the mother died, we almost cried (though Chris and Paul would never admit it over their dead body). The best part is, we get hints that FM loved her even in her ugliness. The chick-flick lover in me gets all a flutter with that.

Now, unfortunately, the whole movie was spoiled at the end with all the damn cliche. My roomies argue that the majority of the Indos insist on happy endings, I get that, but the plot ending.. well here's the simple list:

1. When the mother died, UD cried and then jumps to the pool as if to embrace her, and then laughs in joy as her skin clears. I hate the fact that she has this 180 mood swing all of a sudden, it would mean so much more if she cried and said she'ld rather have her disease than loose her mother. Rather then suddenly giggling and forgetting she lost her mother. *rolls eyes*
2. Then there was the time FM found UD, she was already pretty and he proposed- should've done that earlier when she was still ugly. At least he could've told her he loved her when she was ugly. On the bright side, she rejected him...
3. ...only to run back to him in a cooking bride contest his parents ran. The gastronomic version of the Cinderella ball. Yippee. She claims she wants to prove that she has more to offer than a pretty face. Oy vey.

So verdict; comparing this to the episode of Bananas in Pajamas (how to count in shoes, Tita is 7 shoes tall!), bananas for the win yo! Which of course, Paul and Chris objects, on the grounds that they are waaay to cool to watch Playhouse Disney. Right... and Jimmy Neutron is just another animated feature.

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*he's cute, rich, smart and not egotistical at all, of course he's gotta be fictional!

So Zappa was pms-ing on me the other day, and I asked Clint and Marv for help, to no avail, but really, thanks for the help guys~!!

Anyway, my uncle came home and asked why the long face? I told him I was considering the fact I might reformat Zappa (and hear the sounds of disbelief from Mac Evangelist), fortunately, my uncle is a tech whizz, and fixed Zappa up. He truly was pmsing.

I felt bad of course, apparently it took him ages, so I decided to treat my cousins as an indirect thanks. When I drove the car to the intersection, voila~ naked man flashing his goods. Or what little of it. It was then I understand why nobody really needs the traffic light here in Indo.

My condolences and sympathies goes out to those grieving for the lives lost in yesterday's Virginia Tech tragedy. Truly the most horrifying shooting since Columbine long ago. May all the victims rest in peace and their friends and family solace in the happy memories for the short time they were together.

I am so ready to commit modemcide. Curse you dial up. I shouldn't complain too much though, at least I have the internets. Dammit, I miss Singaporean internet. *sob*

At my aunts place, and I have a bad case of flu, lucky I'm done with all my tests.

A lot happened thesde past few weeks. Including a tentative move to my aunts'. It's not so bad, she's cool and my cousins are adorable. Plus, lots of assistants in the house. Still I prefer my own independance.

Nikki (forgottendiary) has roped me into her RP. It sounds interesting, although I do have to create a journal for my character. *Looks at the state of her own personal journal* and I'm not even done with this journal yet. Mou. I hate redecorating.