Reindeers toasting on an open fire

Merry Christmas, you. (If not, at least enjoy the long weekend.)

It was very enjoyable for me; i think i liked it more than last year's.

It was eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat. How many times is that, you ask? A LOT. The children drove everyone crazy, but that's the whole point of their existence so it's all good. Hehe. We had a surprise visit from the Christmas carol people, and Elvis even joined in on one song, much to our delight.

I'll put up the pictures next time ok?

I saw Carmen and the devil walkin’ side by side

Bi-annually Mango sale. Hahahahaa. Crazy as always. I can't fucking stand those girls who bring their boyfriends into the already overly crowded boutique when all the boyfriends do is to park themselves right in front of racks of clothes, looking as useful as a third nipple.

Mindy got me thinking with her recent post, about defining ourselves, who we are, what we like, what we hate, etc. This does not do justice to her thought-provoking entry but i'm reminded of the very funny "profiling" some people do for themselves. They go something like this:

Likes: Genuine and sincere people, honesty, good company

Dislikes: Hypocrites, liars, bad company (why huh they're not bad a band okayyy)

Come on, give us a fucking break. Doesn't everyone?

That's Alright Mama

This is Elvis, my favourite paikia in the world. Since this is my first post with a picture, i figure it's a good idea to put up a picture of the beautiful boy.

Actually i just wanted to test if this Add Image button works, but it's also a wonderful opportunity to present Elvis, since i talk quite a lot about him.

At six years old, he's great with girls. The girlies simply adore him and have no qualms travelling halfway across the country to see him and take him out for a nice meal. This photo was taken by Ilynn at Swensen's on our last outing. (We tease-suggested going to the library and he said "But it's so hot outside!" Cock-and-bull.) He was so happy that day cos he went home with stickers and jigsaw puzzles.

Last week i caught him saying "shit". Walau, i wonder what's next. When he goes to primary school it's only gonna get worse. Sometimes i wish he'd never grow up.

Damn it, i miss Elvis!

But the airways are clean and there's nobody singing to me now

Can somebody please tell the Taiwanese popstars to stop saying "chao high" all the time? It's fucking rude!!!

Can't Get Me No, Satisfaction!

Children born in the early '80s -- a generation poisoned by Michael Learns To Rock. Most of us can sing their songs by heart without even realising it.

You don't believe you try?

Belfast Boy

I used to tell my father he could work for the met services. Everytime he washed his car it'd rain afterwards.

And i got his lousy genes, besides things like bad teeth.

Most of the time i get ready to go out it's super annoyingly sunny and i slap on some sunblock, then by the time i reach the great outdoors it starts to rain.

It's not just December, mann i tell you. Happened to me in September too.