or something like that.

Anyhow, I just got off the msn, chatting with my dad in Zurich.

He had the heart to scold me even when he's miles apart from us. tsk. I bet it's gonna be worse when he comes back on Monday. I'll be expecting an earful. But it's okay. As long as he's home. And he'll be home for 14 days. whooooooot. 14 days before his next flight. I'm expecting a pair of papillio and lotsa hanutas and giottos. hur hur.

Sometimes I wish I could just morph myself into one of his clothes so that I can fit right into one of his luggage. I've never been allowed to follow him on flight. baaah. When asked if I could follow him for his Frankfurt flight, he goes

"But it's only a four-day flight. I go on the ** and return on the **. Lagipun there's nothing for you to see in Frankfurt. Macamlah tak pernah pergi."

Yea, about three times but we were only on transit . -_- I just saw hoards of people and I drank nothing but hot chocolate. And that's about it. geewhiz.

***editted: I was too caught up in my fantasy world, I had clean forgotten about tonight. I had an awesome dinner which left me feeling completely gorged. And yea, I felt like a VVVIP. Very VERY Very Irritating Person. I had fun being one, though. hur hur hur.

And then we were off to Lot 1 to catch X Men. It was the only place which had not run of tickets by that time. I cried (why am I not surprised) watching it and I left the theatre with a terrible backache. I'm getting old. Oh no. Only 19 and the aches are kicking in. Anyway, I thought that Cheryl had turned into a mutant because she started barking out of nowhere. hur hur. I had this corny idea that since we were the only 6 left in the theatre, we would all turn into mutants. Geraldine reminded me that there were people behind and I told her, nevermind, they're just humans. We can kill 'em. hur hur. So evil, this Ain is.

The one thing that left me in stitches was imagining one of us turning into a mutant with the ability to squirt milk out of you-know-where. And that one of us, by the way, isn't someone with you-know-what. heeeeeeeee. We are all quite the cheekopeks(?), this bunch.

Needless to say, I had a blast.

And oiiii, if you're gonna watch that movie, do not walk away when the credits are screened. Stay till the very end. You wouldn't want to miss that very last bit. It's imperative that you stay. I repeat, I M P E R A T I V E.