somewhere out there an alligator is walking around with a handbag made of my skin.

I went to that flea market on Saturday and left very disappointed. Not really sure what to expect since I've never been to one before, but the one I went to wasn't much fun. I think I'm not the sort of shopper who can find treats under piles and piles of clothes in the hot sun. I hate having to go through every single article of clothing, spend a good 15 minutes before realising there's nothing there and my armpits are starting to get wet.

Anyway, in a really feeble attempt at bargaining, I was seen at one of the stalls speaking to the owner in a very lame Indonesian accent. Needless to say I suck at bargaining, and no fake accent was going to get me anywhere near my desired price. In the end the top was still going for $25, and eventhough I am a flea market virgin I actually know $25 is daylight robbery. So I said my thanks and reluctantly left.

On Sunday I had lunch with my family at Tambuah Mas. As usual Rizan was being friendly and passed around pictures of his cat, to which Tricia exclaimed Hitler! and I was kicking my own foot trying hard not to laugh.


this is Comot, but a few months ago his name was Misai, back when we thought he was a she. I guess Rizan was indecisive. He gives confusing names for the wrong genders.

Tomorrow it's back to school again. I love having a 4-day week, I feel sorry for the people who have to go to work every Monday to Saturday.