It's May 30th. The day our MerseyBoy, our Captain Fantastic turns 26! Happy birthday Stevie G!!! I love you deep deep. May you score more goals and lead Liverpool to the premiership title in the next season and who knows, you might even lift more cups.

Nevermind that he doesn't know I exist and that the probability of him stumbling upon this is erm, positively zero.

Anyway, we didn't make it to East Coast but we did catch a movie at Lot 1. A 2nd time for me but was still as exciting as the first time. It was exciting but was not as pleasant because annoying little buggers behind me couldn't sit still. And their father just had to talk out loud during the movie, as though we're all in HIS house complete with surround sound and all. I was *this* close to turning around and giving them a tight slap. I don't think I'd make a good parent.

As we made our way to the carpark after the movie, I suddenly felt like mimicking Fifi (from that indonesian sinetron which finally ended) in the scene where she was finally put behind bars (don't ask why because i just felt like it). A couple of passerbys saw me in action and according to my sister, they looked rather concerned and shocked at the same time. Well, who wouldn't be? Such a sweet-looking girl and yet so senteng. hur hur hur.

But I had a slip-of-the-tongue which was just... beyond me.

me (after the whole fifi episode): eh nana, what was their erection?

The carpark echoed with our laughter. Kelakar nak mampos. No prize for correctly guessing what I had actually intended to say.

I had a kick-ass Monday y'all. I even had mutton soup!!! (: I bet your Monday wasn't as cool as mine because you didn't have sup kambing. nenni nenni poo poo.

Ya Allah, grow up lah Ain, grow up.