I have conjunctivitis.

Leen said that according to malay pimples (i think she meant to say peoples -it's grammatically wrong but its Leen, we always forgive her for her tresspasses against the language), if you have conjunctivitis, you must says AKU SAKIT PANTAT.

She adds that if I am worried about being rude, I should just say, SAYA sakit pantat. Being rude is in fact the least of my worries.

I have bigger concerns. Like morphing into a cow so that I can work on lowering my triglycerides level, which have been elevated for the last 10 mths.

Among other causes of high levels of triglycerides are the food you eat, smoking, and conditions like the polycystic ovary syndrome (which is a fucked up syndrome to have because it brings on so many other complications). I've been reading up on high trigs and they tell me that everything save for leafy green vegetables and water are the best things to help address the problem. This is because these are foods that are lowest in their sugar (hence, carb) content (duh!).

Another major concern is: Since cows only eat grass, I wonder how the fuck are they so fat? Are they piling on the carbs when we aren't watching? And how do goats manage to stay so slim?

Final major concern at the mo: What do men say when they have conjunctivitis? Aku sakit kepala? (as in you know...the other one)

Anyways, you better not stare at this screen too long lah, then you will also kena conjunctivitis.

One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest …

… and it is likely, another one will soon follow.

And the remaining cuckoos (Beautiful People that are nestled within the warm confines of the Priory of the Perverted Cacklers, to you, thank you very much) are still undecided about the past birthday and soon-to-come birthday celebrations of its members.

Leen’s just whizzed past, and I believe soon Toots will be celebrating hers, and so will Little Miss Sunshine (whose presence is conspicuously still absent from the left panel).

But the one thing that we could agree was the little extravaganza that will take place come May 6, courtesy of Ariel.

So, I, being the industrious one, suggested to Snots that we could actually have the birthdays held during the extravaganza. But, Snots pointed out, the extravaganza was not about birthdays, it’s about Ariel, and we must not and cannot try to hijack Ariel’s glorious moment.

I concur.

Snots then came up with a brilliant idea which if actually materialised, would be a reminiscence of what Ariel got for her Hen Night.

Kudos to you, Nurse Mildred Ratched!

And the Question is ...

Are We, or Are We NOT, having a birthday party for Leen?

or ...

Shall We Let Leen Organise It and Invite Us?

The Beautiful People Seem to be having problems in solving this problem.

(and no, we do not need outside help).