Seems that the weather is starting to hate Christmas as much as I do too. Otherwise it wouldn't be pouring great cats and pack of wolves and flooding the whole of Malaysia in a fine attempt to ruin Christmas for the majority of the populace. However, since I am in a pretty decent mood, I've got something to post up to make it seem better for everyone. It's a song and I think you can figure out how to sing it as well:

I'm dreaming of a dry Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where the ground is so dry,
and floors are dry too
Without water everywhere

I'm dreaming of a dry Christmas
With ounce of dream I have
May these days be sunny and bright
And may all your Christmases be dry

TTFN and hopefully Christmas will be a dry one. I, for one, do not fancy my chances with swimming through the PJ channel if it comes to that.

This song brings back some nostalgia. Here goes:

On the first day of Christmas my sayang give to me:
A basket to put my food in

On the second day of Christmas my sayang give to me:
Two low mai kai
and a basket to put my food in

On the third day of Christmas my sayang give to me:
Three waffles
Two low mai kai
and a basket to put my food in

On the fourth day of Christmas my sayang give to me:
Four char siew pau
Three waffles
Two low mai kai
and a basket to put my food in

On the fifth day of Christmas my sayang give to me:
Five kopi-o
Four char siew pau
Three waffles
two low mai kai
and a basket to put my food in

On the sixth day of Christmas my sayang give to me:
Six mozza burger
Five kopi-o
Four char siew pau
Three waffles
Two low mai kai
and a basket to put my food in

On the seventh day of Christmas my sayang give to me:
Seven sticks of satay
Six mozza burger
Five kopi-o
Four char siew pau
Three waffles
Two low mai kai
and a basket to put my food in

On the eighth day of Christmas my sayang give to me:
Eight roti telur
Seven sticks of satay
Six mozza burger
Five kopi-o
Four char siew pau
Three waffles
Two low mai kai
and a basket to put my food in

On the ninth day of Christmas my sayang gave to me:
Nine tiramisu
Eight roti telur
Seven sticks of satay
Six mozza burger
Five kopi-o
Four char siew pau
Three waffles
Two low mai kai
and a basket to put my food in

On the tenth day of Christmas my sayang give to me:
Ten nasi lemak
Nine tiramisu
Eight roti telur
Seven sticks of satay
Six mozza burger
Five kopi-o
Four char siew pau
Three waffles
Two low mai kai
and a basket to put my food in

On the eleventh day of Christmas my sayang give to me:
Eleven maggi goreng
Ten nasi lemak
Nine tiramisu
Eight roti telur
Seven sticks of satay
Six mozza burger
Five kopi-o
Four char siew pau
Three waffles
Two low mai kai
and a basket to put my food in

On the twelfth day of Christmas my sayang give to me:
Twelve laksa johor
Eleven maggi goreng
Ten nasi lemak
Nine tiramisu
Eight roti telur
Seven sticks of satay
Six mozza burger
Five kopi-o
Four char siew pau
Three waffles
Two low mai kai
and a basket to put my food in


Hope you enjoyed it. I know I did way back when. TTFN.

I don't know...after expressing a desire to live a Jaye Tyler-esque life, the fact that I went to do my higher diploma (and by extension, my degree) just to see one girl, my total apathy about my grades throughout my life, the way I prioritise writing a novel that would earn me nothing over a potentially honours-giving dissertation and my generally laid-back attitude towards life, I still don't know why people ask me whether will I be switching to another job soon since what my job right now seems to be too simple for my paper qualification. Not that I care since I wanted a boring job and I got myself a boring job. Now all I have to do is wait for my pay and I can get that bottle of Johnnie Walker (Gold label) that I've been eyeing since earlier this month.

TTFN.

P.S. When I was writing this, CNN was showing a report of a driveby shooting of a Palestinian official. I only have this to say of the perps: my God, what a bunch of motherfucking, panties grabbing, pathethic, cowardly, despicable, underhanded, useless cocksuckers I have ever seen...oops...I apologize. To all of the motherfucking, panties grabbing, pathethic, cowardly, despicable, underhanded, useless cocksuckers, I apologize for comparing these guys to you. You are higher on the scale of humanity than these people are.

Room Service (RS): "Morrin. Roon sirbees."

Guest (G): "Sorry, I thought I dialed room-service."

RS: "Rye..Roon sirbees..morrin! Jewish to oddor sunteen??"

G: "Uh..yes..I'd like some bacon and eggs."

RS: "Ow July den?"

G: "What??"

RS: "Ow July den?...pryed, boyud, poochd?"

G : "Oh, the eggs! How do I like them? Sorry, scrambled please."

RS: "Ow July dee baykem? Crease?"

G: "Crisp will be fine."

RS : "Hokay. An Sahn toes?"

G: "What?"

RS:"An toes. July Sahn toes?"

G: "I don't think so."

RS: "No? Judo wan sahn toes??"

G: "I feel really bad about this, but I don't know what 'judo wan sahn toes' means."

RS: "Toes! toes!...Why jew don juan toes? Ow bow Anglish moppin we bodder?"

G: "English muffin!! I've got it! You were saying 'Toast.' Fine. Yes, an English muffin will be fine."

RS: "We bodder?"

G: "No...just put the bodder on the side."

RS: "Wad?"

G: "I mean butter...just put it on the side."

RS: "Copy?"

G: "Excuse me?"

RS: "Copy...tea...meel?"

G: "Yes. Coffee, please, and that's all."

RS: "One Minnie. Scramah egg, crease baykem, Anglish moppin we bodder on sigh and copy....rye??"

G: "Whatever you say."

RS: "Tenjewberrymuds."

G : "You're very welcome."