Santa Klaus is coming to town.

This Christmas Eve as usual does not have snowflakes falling down the sky. In fact I heard snow was a bummer. People seems to be stuck at their home under the snow rather than going out trying hard not to fall on the slippery snow glaze.


Nonetheless, I would love to wish everyone a very Merry Christmas and to New Year with no fireworks. Well remember the year when we were all supposed to have a quiet New Year due to the tsunami. Let's just say it didn't stop anything. Some even shoot up their own fireworks. You cannot just stop people from being themselves you see. In the New Year approaching the millenium, cops were all over the place stopping the biggest party crowd I have been with. I end up running into the crowd as I showed a big middle finger sign to the Inspector who was with the microphone on stage.


We had our Xmas Eve early last night. It could not be helped when we have our own Santa Klaus.


A normal chill out night involving beers, Guinness and Strongbow suddenly turns into a warfare. Towards the last half an hour of the night, Santa Klaus once again comes up with his antics. He came down the fucking chimney with a bottle. It finishes so fast, like we were Sierra Lone's refugee after weeks of no water. It's like how the Sierra Lone's people strip off a cargo plane in one night in the movie Lord of War.


In no time, we were all singing loudly to Man Bai's Kau Ilhamku when the DJ spin that song. Though we change the lyrics from Kau Ilhamku to Kau Santa Klaus, directed the song towards Santa Klaus.


To think back again, I think our faces will be pasted all over the entrance of that place. Banned for life or something.


One bad thing about celebrating something early is, when it comes the supposed day, you don't feel like doing anything anymore. In fact I am so fucking hungry now, I have to dash out for food. I am so hungry I could eat your grandma's cunt.