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Have you ever really really loved a cartoon? I mean REALLY loved it. So much so that the moment someone mentions the cartoon you scream "You watched that? ME TOO!! OMGOMGOMG!"
That cartoon for me would be Akazukin Chacha. It's just the coolest cartoon ever. I mean I'm just replaying the theme song over and over again. It's 1 minute and 39 seconds of pure bliss. I can still remember the time the queen or whatever asked chacha which piece of bling she wanted and she paused and finally said "ALL!" I was just thinking 'oh chacha, you GENIUS."

And the theme song: WOW. That is just all I can say. You don't even have to understand Japanese to absolutely love it. (Note: Saying Arigato is not being able to understand Japanese)
You can watch it here ( pause it at 0:45, and you can here her say OBAMA)

Oh! And you know what else I've been youtube-ing?

SPEED RACERS!!

It was just such a cool programme. I love how some of the characters can speak without opening their mouths.
So very many memories.

Next up: Paper Bag show!

Dinner

Dinner today is going to be a boring affair. One word: (actually, two but that sounds lame) Yoghurt Rice. Home-cooked food. Hmm... Sort of makes me thinks of those restaurants with the caption:

'Just like Mum's Cooking'

Don't they realize how bad that is for their business? KIDDING. Jeez. It was a joke. I'm just feeling annoyed today. It's called VENTING.
And thinking.
Of how I'd much rather be eating something coated with six inches of batter, deep fried, slathered with butter and drowned in syrup.

This, however, is not what I had in mind:

R.I.P Red Slippers

Somewhere in Subang Jaya a strange frizzy haired girl is mourning the loss of her red slippers. They had sequins, shiny sequins; sequins glittering with hope. They filled the blogger with raw passion.
The sequiny-slippers have passed on.

And all I'm left with are these stupid squelchy ones that fart as I walk. And if I happen to walk into a muddy area. Ohhh boy. 'Here comes the gas bag.' 'Flatulent Fanny is arriving.' 'We could hear her a mile away.'

And those slippers aren't even NICE! Their just BROWN. Who wears BROWN slippers?
They MATCH. MY. FACE.
They don't even have any fancy bits attached to it. I guess its supposed to be strictly functional. But still.

You know what I saw on my way home? These gorgeous slippers dumped in the mud. They were so NICE. And someone just carelessly threw them in the dirt? What kind of sick person does that anyway? You know what would make them appreciate nice slippers more? If they had some hedious slippers that made them earn the title 'Fart-zilla' or 'Farty-pants'.

That would show them.

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Fluorescent lights cannot decide what colour they want to be,
Shimmering white, an eggy yellow, or perhaps something green,
If they saw my sequins slippers, then they would finally see,
That red is the way to go (blablabla something that ends with een.)

Ciao.