I hate it when freecell beats my ass. It pisses the hell out of me. Many things piss the hell out of me. I wish I was more tolerant. I watched Oprah last week and she was talking about this bizarre show that's apparently airing in the States right now. Something called 'Extreme Makeovers', I think. They go about looking for people who are really unsatisfied with their looks and give them free makeovers. And it's not just any makeover, dude. No, not the mere slap-some-makeup-on-her and give-the-dude-some-new-clothes, but the kind where they put you on an operating table for 13 hours straight and do things like give you new breasts and chins and such. I thought it was rather psychotic. I can't imagine being so obsessed with your outer-appearance that you'd take such extreme measures to change it. Another thing that I thought was really strange was how a lot of people have had plastic surgery done, and it's become like a normal and accepted thing. That's messed up, dude. Anyway. I'm hopingHopingHOPING to go to Perth sometime in the middle of July. I swear, if I don't get away from this country for a minute I'm going to jump in front of a Mack truck. If the thought of me doing that worries you, don't. We don't have Mack trucks in Malaysia. Among other things.