You should have seen Anis walking straight to the glass walls of this Don restaurant and plastered herself against it like one bigass lizard and then walking nonchalantly away, as if it's the most normal thing to do. And gawd, you should have seen how that poor man literally jumped out of his seat, wide-eyed, gaping mouth, and stared after my sister. And then she wassup-ed several passers-by; and yelled "Goaaaaaaaaaaaaal!" at the big TV screen at this outdoor pub-or-something, even when the ball was still being tossed around the field, and my dad was so embarrassed he inched away from her and sought refuge in the unlit parts of that place.

If you think i embarrass you, dear friends, you haven't met Anis.

Last week, my dad drove us around to check out gay districts and to distinguish the soliciting gays from the non-gays. He told us stories of these people making out at the back of his cab, and all. He used to bring us to red-light districts and we saw super scary-looking scantily clad women. Such a disappointment. I had this perception that most prostitutes are drop-dead gorgeous with helium balloons for boobs (helium 'cause they will float upwards and hence perky boobs, geddit?), and sexaaay garments and young and nubile young women but noooooooooooooo all i saw was this garishly made-up middle-aged lady with a cheap-looking red lacy nightgown. Or something. NOT that i would like to see any girls/women/ladies/chicks in these areas, seriously. Sad la.

Then we went past several clubs and i suggested we all go in to visit at least one. Haha i got hell from my mom.

I like field trips, especially with my people. I used to wish that i would be home-schooled, and our classroom would be the fields and meadows and the vast open spaces. But when i think of the creatures lurking between the grass, like you-know-what and you-know-what, i banish that thought. I'm a custard la. As in, cowardy custard.