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I arrived home last night to a simple array of food that consisted of no less than 5 dishes. Nothing lavish, my grandma insists. My room resembles a small rubbish tip but I can take comfort in the knowledge that it will be cleaned sooner or later at somebody's insistence. I can also watch Disney cartoons at any time of the day without getting yelled at for being a useless hobo.

The only thing is, Streamyx (Malaysia's darling internet service provider) still hasn't gotten its ass in shape after about 238 years of being active. This is not surprising; I am not a stranger to the country's inherent incompetencies. I'm currently leeching wi-fi off some poor neighbour who has never ever bothered to put a password to his network.

I love how cartoons are mostly social discourses and commentaries: Donald Duck is in bed, his alarm rings, he doesn't want to get up, Donald's Bad Conscience tells him to sleep on, Donald's Good Conscience tells him to wake up and go to school, Donald's Bad Conscience somehow manages to persuade him to go fishing ("fishing", they say) and smoke a pipe...

And then I just sort of lost concentration.

Cartoons with strong evangelistic and halo bearing schoolgirl undertones just don't cut it for me anymore.

Ooh, it's rainningggg.