Listening to Jack Johnson's Good People, he said 'boob tube' and the following conversation ensues...

Mo:

Did he just say 'boob tube'?

Me: 

Yeah, 'boob tube'.

Mo:

What?

Me:

He meant TV. The idiot box. The boob tube.

Mo:

'Boob'?

Me:

Yeah, what, you'd stare at a pair of boobs regardless...

It's a pair of boobs.

Mo:

True.

*shrugs*

HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA... Nonsense.
Not something you'd usually hear from two girls hanging out.
Would be more believable if it were uttereed by any guy.
It happened. True story.

The parental units are coming back today, should be reaching home at 5PM and I have acquired another habit frequently exhibited by nutter movie villain types: Listening to classical pieces and opera. Did you know there are 16 villain achetypes? No, I'm none of the villainy archetypes, I'm just delightfully mad and excitable. :D

It's going to be a busy week. I still have yet to start packing.

A friend of mine, Cellene, is getting engaged soon. I had no idea this meant an actual ceremony. I then looked up the Malay Wedding wiki page and almost headdesked at the amount of stuff you have to do. I guess I'm not much of a flashy person to want to go through all that, and it's a lot of money wasted on people who aren't really there in your life. The fatherling agrees that whatever wedding his kids will have, it'll be a nikah at the small Jalan Damai masjid with the immediate family then a dinner with at most 50 close friends and rellies. Everyone else gets a card saying "Hey, guys, I just got married!"

May's gonna be the Godmum for my second kid, the first kid's Godparent is yet undecided. You may now fight for the title. Go on, get on with it. Hahahahhahaha...

Min got me a coconut bikini top and a lip balm from Hawai'i and Nina gave me a red sari from India. I is happeeees.