Saturday, January 31, 2009

CNY Besties

I thought 1 week of hols was plenty of time. I even brought my assignment work home and had every intention of finishing that short story for the MPH Competition, and starting the other that I had been putting off for weeks.

But, surprise surprise!
I accomplished none of the above. :(

Oh, well.

CNY is supposed to be about spending time with family and friends, and eating till you're convinced the button on your shorts is going to pop off and hit someone's --
most likely an unsuspecting relative sitting opposite you at the dining table -- eye out.

Now that would have made for a good story to tell for the next 10 CNY reunions.

Most of the week was spent at my Phor phor's house, which is also here in Seremban. Which means all my cousins come back here to balik kampung while we stay put and wait for them to come to us :)
The last I saw them was Christmas, so was good hanging out with them again. We suddenly re-discovered Saidina (the Malaysian version of Monopoly) and had fun bargaining, trying to exchange Petaling Jaya for Kota Kinabalu, or building 3 houses in Seremban, or even a mega-hotel in Pulau Pinang. But I have to say, Saidina is a never-ending game. Honestly, we just don't know how to end it, so we keep playing until a few of us has paid RM7000++ a few times over and goes bankrupt, amidst wailing and "I have no money!!"s.
Played countless games of Uno Attack. We also re-learned how to play (the mean card game) Arne. So there was tons of laughter and sabotaging going around. Sheesh. My cousins have a mean streak in 'em. *shivers*
Memorable times -- whacking Ernie for teasing me too much, tickling Wei cos he's super ticklish, occasionally attacking Soon Yi with sarcastic remarks and...whacking my bros too, for being naughty. :P

Whole family drove up to Rawang for late-lunch/early-dinner reunion with Mum's side of the family on the 2nd day of CNY. Made my potato salad which turned out yummy so much so that I kept smelling potato and mayo during the almost-2-hour journey there. Or maybe I was just hungry. *shrugs*

There was so much food it took 4 square tables to put all of them. There were 3 dishes of chicken cooked in 3 different styles, 2 large fried fish, huge prawns and loads other mouth watering dishes. *sighs in contentment*

Back to Seremban for the rest of the week for more card games and teasing.
People say gambling is a must during CNY. Well.
We had a few games where we rolled two dice and called it out -- big or small. Then we placed bets. Using Saidina money of course. It's not like we had much of our own money to bet. Plus, with Saidina money, there would be practically no limits. :)

Went out with friends on the 5th day to all-time-favourite Jusco. Was so good to meet up with old friends (now can call them old friends cos have known them for quite some time. And plus, we've all gotten OLD :P) and just hang out and tease each other (there's always the teasing -- perpetual teasing for me -- about my height, and hot topic now, my BRACES. I'm so gonna kill you Chan Psyduck!!!!).

You know, meeting up with old friends is really like they say -- slipping into some old, comfortable shoes. They may be old and worn out, and you notice new frays and tears in the seams that you've never noticed since the last time you'd worn it, but the comfort and the ease with which you just slip into them seems as if you've never been apart. I love my friends, and I appreciate them for being part of my life. The fun and laughter we share I will forever treasure. Thanks you guys! :)

Few friends came over for a sleepover at my house. The same day we went out to Jusco. Strange I know, but the sleepover is when we can discuss more private details and gossip and update each other. We had such fun! Played Uno Attack again. Yun, as usual, was as excited as a small kid when the cards shot out of the Uno Attack thingy... But that's who she is, and we all love her to bits for it!! :P

Pictionary is such a noisy game! Especially when Yun's around (she has the loudest voice among all the people I have known so far -- I mean, don't be fooled by her size! She has the power to yell the house down!! Ish ish). By the next few rounds we were all tired from having laughed so much, and rolling around on the mattresses and wiping our tears of mirth. We laughed at each other's drawings -- submarines that looked like mushrooms, pencils that looked like candles, supposed "dads" but was guessed as "gay" and "half-man?"

We laughed so much and so loud that I was worried, at certain points in time during the game, that I was going to get complaints from the neighbours :P

We chatted, talked about deep, profound stuff (not really, but who cares :P) and discovered a little more about each other. We shared opinions and thoughts, brought up questions and inquiries and had little discussions that many a time had digressed and needed to be brought back to the current topic. :)

I am just so thankful that each of us treasures the relationship that we have with each other.
I am thankful that I can have times like these, with people I care about.
I am thankful for my friends -- Yen, Yun, Li Ping, Ming Yi, Chan Psyduck, Ash, S and many others.
I am thankful for my family -- my parents and bros for being patient and allowing a bunch of crazy girls raid their privacy and disrupt their TV time with our squeals of laughter! ;P

They made my CNY :)

Camwhore Poll Results

Do I have the CAMWHORE disease?

Yes!!

According to my latest poll (as above), 60% has voted me as suffering from the camwhore disease. Sigh. I have to disagree but...what can I say? People like to poke fun at me all the time. I mean, voting Yes!! when it's obviously a no?? I wouldn't put it past some of my "good" friends to do just that! *coughwilliamcough*

10% has voted No. Finally, people who dare to speak the truth!! I'm sure, there must have been pressure from SOME others *coughwilliamcough* to vote Yes, but despite the threats and accusations, they remain strong and most importantly, honest.

10% is undecided as to my current illness, and another 10% couldn't care less about whether I am sick or well, or maybe even dead. I feel so blessed -_-"'

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Paksarelawan

A show of hands here:

Anyone like being forced into something? Yes? No?

This, unfortunately, has become something of a norm here in my college.

A new activity is coming up.
All first-years: Diwajibkan hadir

A 3-hour programme that has nothing to do with us:
All first-years: Diwajibkan hadir

A line-up at 630am in the morning.
All first-years: Diwajibkan hadir

I hate that phrase. Diwajibkan hadir.
It tells you that you have no choice, no other alternative; and suggests dire consequences should you not show up for whatever torture plan they have laid out for you. A threat, in nicer-sounding, obviously-implied tones.

You must think I'm overreacting. Sometimes I think I really am overreacting.

I mean, what can they do to you? What's the worse that could happen? Come onnnnnnn, right?

Then you hear the horror stories. Of ex-college mates being kicked out of college for not attending this-and-that.
Which may not seem like anything, but considering the KG evaluations, it kinda is.

You just wanna stay in college, and enjoy the advantages of being on-campus, and make it easier for your evaluators to, you know, evaluate you, on whatever it is that you have to be evaluated on.

I hate being forced into everything. When I think, No, I don't want to, then I can almost hear them whisper, Then it's YOUR funeral.

I think, You know what, I don't care what's gonna happen anymore! I DARE them to do something to me. Come on, bring it ON!

I skipped the meeting. It felt exhilirating.

An SMS comes. If you do not attend this meeting you will have to hand in a written official letter stating the reason of your absence. If it is because of classes, you will need to also attach your timetable printed from the university's student website SMPWEB as proof of having a class.

I can hear it already. If you don't go, you're going out. OUT.

So, in the end, despite my earlier bravado, I relented. I went for the stupid thing, amidst grumbling and suppressed profanities (it took a lot of self-control, I admit).

I give up.
Maybe I just don't have a backbone.
I can't stand up for myself cos I have too many fears.
I submit, cos that's what I have always done. Always.

I'm just tired.
Too tired to fight, too tired to say anything.

I learnt a little something about myself through this.

I may rant and rave and yell silent profanities at the injustice of it all, but at the end of the day, I give in.
Such a loser.

I'm tired...

KG, My Foot

Up till now, I haven't talked much about staying in my university hostel.

Well, trust me, there's a very valid reason.
The reason being, as fun as it is staying on campus with a crazy bunch of friends, it is also very very very frustrating.

In the name of progress, the university comes up with all sorts of new, innovative, "groundbreaking" policies. But like many government policies (or any other policies for that matter), the policy-makers rarely spend time actually pondering and reflecting on the possible consequences or drawbacks or flaws (whatever you wanna call it) of such policies on, specifically, the university students.

As of now, the latest policy would be the Kompetensi Generik (KG) evaluations. As its name suggests, it is an evaluation of one's generic skills -- skills like social and leadership skills, communication, cooperation, discipline, punctuality, civic-mindedness etc.

Who does the evaluations and how is it done?

Who:
1. Mentors (from each student's faculty, and college/hostel)
2. College FELO (administrative staff)

How:
1. Meetings with mentors
2. Questionnaire (online and hard-copy)
3. College activities

From this information alone, you can already see the questions popping out of your head; the flaws sticking out like a sore thumb.

Questions:
1. Do the mentors (very few of them) actually have the time and energy to meet every single one of the students under their care?
2. How do we ensure the credibility of both the online and hard-copy questionnaire? Can we guarantee that every single student will answer and rate their own generic skills truthfully? Or realistically?
3. Can you actually tell a person's character by meeting that person for an hour a week? Some once a month for less than an hour?
4. And there are also those students who go MIA and you don't even know how they look like. How do you evaluate them then?
5. What about civic-mindedness? Can you say someone is civic-minded if you see them pick up the trash when you pass by them? Who's to say it isn't an act? And if you don't see them pick up trash, are they not civic-minded? Or do you rate them with a high level of civic-mindedness just because they tell you that they are during interviews?

The bottom line is: How can you rate someone you hardly know on something as abstract as generic skills, and expect it to be accurate enough to actually put it on paper -- a Supplementary Diploma -- that they will carry with them after they graduate to apply for jobs?

I don't see the rationale behind this extremely flawed system.

Rather strange than innovative, don't you think?

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Update on Nails









Just so you know, my nails are no longer fabulously white.

Now they are an awesome pink-purple shade!!!

Just so you know, I am not surrendering.

White is still fabulous.

I am NOT succumbing to external pressure.
I'm just trying out a new colour.

Do not fret, the fabulous white nails will return..............

Monday, January 19, 2009

I Think I Have A Disease

I think I'm getting sick.

I see the symptoms.

And they scare the h*** outta me.

Oh, no.
Am I really suffering from this disease?
I don't have much knowledge or facts on this condition.
Although, I suspect that I'm not the only one who suffers from it.

People have told me that I have it. I look back surprised, shocked, defiant.
"I do?"
"Seriously??"
"No, I do not!"

Ish. I would know if I was sick, okay? I'm not dumb.
But as someone pointed out to me, I have to admit.
A person who didn't know any better would have to come to that exact same conclusion.

But, I'll let you guys decide alright?





Am I suffering from the CAMWHORE disease?
Yes?
No?

I soo do NOT!!!!
Right? *gulps*

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Her Smile

The other day, we were asked to write a short poem on someone we admire, by the exact same lecturer who asked us to write a short story using prepositional phrases and adverbials (I'm beginning to see a pattern here, can you??).

Well, I don't know if mine is very good, but here's the poem, tell me what you think XD



Her Smile

Dressed in purple,
Her hands in pink,
She scrubs the floors,
Then works on the sink.

Her back aches,
And there's a pain in her side,
But it's clear to see,
She does her work with pride.

What people deem insignificant,
She takes time in perfecting,
And that's the kind of attitude,
The world today is lacking.

Looking up, fatigued and tired,
As if she's run a mile,
Yet she pauses midway,
And gives me a smile.





Can you guess who I'm talking about? :)

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Mr. and Mrs. Squirrel

Today's Language Awareness tutorial was to clear up some (okay, a lot) of the confusions that we had with verb phrases and clauses, and adjuncts, and complements and adverbials...you get the picture.

Whaaaatt?

You think English is easy?
Noooo. It isn't. Not as easy as it seems, as I've finally realized.
Even for an English-educated, English-speaking banana like me.

Anyways, that is not the point of this post here.
The point of this post is an activity that our lecturer had us do.

We were asked to write a short story in 15 minutes, of not more than 100 words, using as many prepositional phrases and adverbials as possible. It's okay, I'm not gonna bore you and explain what prepositional phrases and adverbials are. Anyway, I liked what we came up with. So here goes:





At the top of a tree, in a little hole, lived Mr. and Mrs. Squirrel. Out on the limb of a branch, Mr. Squirrel looked out over the hills and plains below. Mrs. Squirrel climbed higher up the trunk and looked up into the sky with a frown. Dark clouds. If it rains, how will they gather nuts? How will they collect rambutans under the tree? If possible, they should start out now. Mr. Squirrel scampered up the tree to meet Mrs. Squirrel. He sat next to her and held her hand. Mr. Squirrel looked into his wife's eyes, and gently pulled her onto his lap. All her worries disappeared. They kissed with the sun slowly setting in the horizon.


~The End~




Awwwwwwwww
Isn't it sweet? I can't believe we came up with that in 15 minutes! :)
Haha I like it....... XD

Monday, January 12, 2009

My Papa's Waltz

It really isn't easy.

I like it. I really do. But sometimes, it's just kinda hard.
You go through it and then you think, "What? I don't get it."

But sometimes it just clicks, and you think, "That was beautiful."
Or, "How interesting!" or maybe, "I wish I could do that..."

Literature is beautiful, interesting, makes you wish you could write as beautifully.
But studying and analyzing it is no easy task. It's tough. And I've only just started.

I don't know if I can do this!!

My literature text for this semester:

Short Stories:
:: Ustazah Inayah
:: The Tell-Tale Heart
:: The Rocking Horse Winner
:: Everyday Use
:: A Rose for Emily
:: The Prophecy

Novel:
:: Things Fall Apart

Play:
:: Death of a Salesman

Poems:
:: Dulce Et Decorum Est
:: Sonnet XVIII: Shall I compare thee to a Summer's Day
:: My Love is Like a Red, Red Rose
:: My Papa's Waltz
:: I Wandered Lonely as A Cloud
:: The Eagle
:: Do Not Go Gentle into The Good Night
:: Ode on a Grecian Urr
:: Mother to Son
:: Tembusu

I have 2 poems I want to share with you that I particularly like at this moment. Bear in mind I haven't studied and analyzed them yet. So it's just based on my impression. Hope you like them too :)


My Papa's Waltz
Theodore Roethke



The whiskey on your breath
Could make a small boy dizzy;
But I hung on like death:
Such waltzing was not easy.

We romped until the pans
Slid from the kitchen shelf;
My mother's countenance
Could not unfrown itself.

The hand that held my wrist
Was battered on one knuckle;
At every step you missed
My right ear scraped a buckle.

You beat time on my head
With a palm caked hard by dirt,
Then waltzed me off to bed
Still clinging to your shirt.


Mother to Son
Langston Hughes

Well, son, I'll tell you:
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
It's had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor --
Bare.
But all the time
I'se been a'climbin' on,
And reachin' landin's,
And turnin' corners,
And sometimes goin' in the dark
Where there ain't been no light.
So boy, don't turn your back.
Don't you set down on the steps
'Cause you finds it's kinder hard.
Don't you fall now--
For I'se still goin', honey,
I'se still climbin',
And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.


I like Literature. Don't you? XD

Sunday, January 11, 2009

Night Award Art

Last night we had this Night Award Art (Malam Anugerah Seni) dinner event held in Dewan Canselor Tun Abdul Razak (DECTAR).

We weren't really properly briefed on what it was all about. All we knew was what our Choir Artisukma committee told us -- that we were all required to pay the RM20 ticket fee, regardless of whether we actually decided to show up for the event or not. Meaning:
You want to come or not, up to you la. But compulsory to pay 20 bucks.

Well.
If I had to pay 20 bucks for a dinner and performance evening, I'd damn well be there to sample the food and exclaim how
not worth the food was for our money.

Anyways, it turned out that only a few of us
dumb-dumbs actually BELIEVED that they would force all of us Choir Artisukma members to pay for something they would rather die than go to. Logically, when you actually stop to think about it (which I absently neglected to do), nobody can force you to do anything. Nobody can stop you from not going for the event, or from not paying the ridiculously high fee. Those who thought otherwise, were real dumb-dumbs.

I was one of them.

And it was too late to ask for a refund. Crap.

So, I had to go. And we had to dress up too. They had a colour theme. Red, black and white. OMG.

Basically, what the Malam Anugerah Seni is all about, is a rather failed attempt at following the American's Oscars, or Emmy Awards, but specifically for all the various Artisukma departments -- Choir, Seni Bela Diri, Tarian Kontemporari, Teknikal, Pengurusan Seni, etc.

Whatever. I could not get over the fact that I felt so
forced into this thing and was in a rather sulky mood the hour before the dinner.

But, when we were all dressed up and ready to go, I was in a much better mood -- I had resorted to being mildly sarcastic about the whole thing. What do we get out of this? I had actually put in a lot of effort into making myself up, and dressing up nice. As my friend May Lee said, "We deserve some cute guys to
cuci our mata with."

Unfortunately, there were none. (No offense to the guys who were there that night)

And no surprise (as with all such events), it did not begin on time. The
orang besar-besar have yet to arrive in their limousines, or Merzs, or whatever sweet rides they own. Waiting for them is such a pain. Such a pain!

It's an even more pain when the dishes are already all set on the table covered with plastic wrap, and all you can do is sit and stare at the not-that-fabulous-dishes-but-you're-so-damn-hungry-crap-would-look-like-heaven-food. Like I said, a PAIN.

As a novice camwhorer, there was only one way to pass the time while waiting for our dinner to get even colder:


My roomie, Nana and I



3 dumb-dumbs









Me and (annoying) May Lee XD

The night was nothing spectacular. Food was so-so. Performances were just alright (there were a few good ones -- eg. Nasyid). Jokes made by emcees were lame. We applauded when we had to. Smiled and nodded at appropriate times. The best part for me was poking fun at May Lee.
teehee




Today, I had a date with my roomie. Girls' Day Out. Since all those PBSM* members had already gone home and left us hardworking ones (Nana and I) stuck in non-civilisation Bangi.

We took the Rapid KL to Metro Kajang and just lepaked around. Had such a fun time drooling over cute tops and dresses! Agreeing and disagreeing as to which were pretty, and whether I should get just one more top even though I had already bought one, or purchasing a bottle of bright pink nail polish to attract more attention to
my nails (maybe I'll get "Why you put highlighter on your nails?" comments).

Had KFC for lunch, and more window shopping!! Technically, there weren't windows in most shops, but it just means we admired and held tops against ourselves to see how we looked and oohed and ahhed but did not buy.

I was so torn when I saw so many tops that I totally LOVED but could not buy. I must have a hole in my pocket cos the cash I had sworn I had just disappeared! I guess my roomie just found out today, I tend to splurge when I see pretty things. I'm convinced I have to have them in my already spilling-over-at-the-sides wardrobe. I needed Nana to physically restrain me from entering shops. The tell-tale sign would be me going, "OMG, that is soo pretty!!..." *wanders off in direction of shop*
And Nana: *pull* No, Lisa, don't. Tahaaannnnn.....*pull pull*

Oh well, it was a good day, despite not being able to buy that pretty pink top with that cute lil collar...*sighs*

I am gonna save up, and the next time..............hehehe *evil cackle*
*PBSM:
Persatuan Balik Setiap Minggu = eg. May Lee and Christina

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

I Am A Banana

Bananas are the fruit of the herbaceous plants from genus Musa and the family Musaceae. They are native to Southeast Asia and were most likely first populated in Papua New Guinea.

"The fruit averages 125 g, of which approximately 75% is water and 25% dry matter content. Each individual fruit (known as a banana or 'finger') has a protective outer layer (a peel or skin) with a fleshy edible inner portion. Both skin and inner part can be eaten raw or cooked. Western cultures generally eat the inside raw and throw away the skin while some Asian cultures generally eat both the skin and inside cooked. Bananas are a valuable source of vitamin B6, vitamin C, and potassium."

"Bananas come in a variety of sizes and colors when ripe, including yellow, purple, and red. The vivid yellow color normally associated with supermarket bananas is in fact a side-effect of the artificial ripening process. Cavendish bananas that have been allowed to ripen naturally on the plant have a greenish-yellow appearance which changes to a brownish-yellow as they ripen further."



And this is the banana that we have come to know and love. Especially distinguishable by its golden skin and pale white flesh; easy-to-eat without having to fuss about peeling skins, or removing seeds.

We even use the word "banana" in language. We call someone "bananas" when we mean someone is a little crazy, eccentric. As in, "(Insert name here) is going bananas!"

But have you ever called someone a banana? As in, "You're a banana."

Well, I call myself that.
I am a banana.

I have no idea how this term started. But the Chinese people (in Malaysia at least) call Chinese who aren't really genuine Chinese a Banana.

Why? Just like the banana, with a yellow outside and white flesh inside, Chinese who can't speak Mandarin are said to be only Chinese on the outside (in appearance) but like orang putih (white) on the inside.

Why am I a banana? How does one become a banana?

Sadly, it was no choice of mine. I grew up in an English-speaking home, where my parents spoke English with me. I conversed in English everywhere I went -- church, school. Even mixing with classmates who spoke Mandarin and other dialects somehow had no effect on me. I did not pick up any other language other than the one I first started speaking -- English.

Secondary school was when it became a challenge. Because I could not speak (any dialect of) Chinese in a class of majority Chinese-speaking students, I was, for the first time, conscious of my inability. In every important sense, I was severely disabled. Especially from the social aspect.

Yes, we could still converse in English, or Malay. But most of my classmates were shocked. My guess is that this was their first real encounter with a banana like me. How could it be that someone would not know how to speak their mother tongue? Inconceivable!

"How can you Chinese cannot speak Chinese-lah?"

I do not know exactly the reason why. Maybe I was over-sensitive.
But I felt so alone.
I could not mix around as freely as I had in the past.
I felt so inferior.
So insecure.

Those few years in the beginning of secondary school I will never forget. Yes, I had friends. Yes, we do talk occasionally.

But the feeling was there, always gnawing at me.
That I was inferior to them. That I was a shame to my own race for not learning how to speak my mother tongue. I did not even dare make an attempt at learning Mandarin, for fear of sounding foolish, for fear of being looked down upon, more than they already did at the moment. Fear of being laughed at. Fear of failing.

Now I look back and think, How silly of me!
But trust me when I say, at that time in my life, the fear and the hurt was very real. Very, very real.
It was paralyzing.

But I grew up, I matured.

I realized that I was not inferior to them. Not any more than I am superior to them because of my level of English.
Everybody is different, unique. Everybody has their flaws. Everybody has their strengths too.
I grew less afraid.
I tried.
I made an effort.

They laughed. They made fun of my Mandarin-with-an-English-slang. They teased me when I said the words with the wrong tone resulting in embarrassing and hilarious outcomes, or even came up with my own original words not found in the Chinese language.

But I was fearless.

I took it all in, as part of the learning process.
I learnt to not take things so seriously, to learn to laugh at myself, to not be afraid of trying.

Even today, my Mandarin is nothing to be proud of (Mandarin is one damn tough language to learn! Sheesh).
But I am proud of what I have learnt, what I have accomplished, who I have become today.
All because I am a banana.

So, yes, even though the more Mandarin I can speak, the less of a banana I am,
I am proud still proud to call myself a Banana. :)

So to all you bananas out there who have gone through what I have, you are not alone.

Bananas Unite!!!! :P

More on bananas here.

p.s: I just wanted to add these photos of PURPLE BANANAS, by request. :P


Monday, January 5, 2009

Nails and Liquid Paper

I was feeling a little bored...
So I thought I'd take the opportunity to set the record straight.
Especially concerning my nails.
Yes, my nails.
Toenails. And fingernails.

Recently I had purchased a bottle of WHITE NAIL POLISH.
Yes, it really
is nail polish.
Proper nail polish.
What brand? Er, I don't know. Can't remember. Don't care.

Ahem.
The
point is, that it is real, actual, genuine, honest-to-goodness nail polish that I had applied on all 10 of my fingernails, and as many toenails as well. Not liquid paper. Or blank-O. Or whatever.
It's NAIL POLISH.





If it was
not nail polish, and liquid paper instead, it would already be coming off in flakes, cos frankly, liquid paper is not meant to be on your nails.
Then I'd have horrible looking nails, with spots of bald patches here and there.
They would not be as
thick, or viscous.
Not as
smooth-looking.
Not as glossy.
Not as pretty. :)




See, I even have a star pattern on my big toes (courtesy of room mate Aileena)!
Isn't it absolutely FABULOUS??!!




And since it is looks sooo
fabulous, how can it be anything BUT nail polish?

Anyone who says otherwise is talking rubbish.
And is probably, most likely,
jealous of my fine awesome nails.

And that means
you.
You, over there. Yes, you. Don't turn around and look behind you!
You
know it's you.
You've been bugging me and asking me why I put liquid paper on my nails.
*
grumble grumble*

Well, they are NOT.
Nooooooooo, they are most certainly not!!!

Stop saying that!!
Meanies. All of you.

The Twelve Days of Christmas

I heard this on the radio on Christmas Day actually.
Sung by all the DJs on flyfm. And it is super funny!!
You know the song "The Twelve Days of Christmas"?
Well, sing this to the tune of that. It's really funny and genius that I thought I should post it here.

And yes, the lyrics are correct. I have excellent listening skills. I know I got them right.
Trust me.



The Twelve Days of Christmas

On the first day of Christmas
My listeners sent to me
A radio to put by my tree
On the second day of Christmas
My listeners sent to me
2 stinky socks
and a radio to put by my tree
On the third day of Christmas
My listeners sent to me
3 murukkus
2 stinky socks
and a radio to put by my tree

........

and it goes on like that
The rest of the lyrics go...


fourth day.....4 booby traps
fifth day.....5 plates of cheese
sixth day.....6 trays of litter
seventh day.....7 plastic handphones
eighth day.....8 chicken nuggets
ninth day.....9 horses whining
tenth day.....10 Britney CDs
eleventh day.....11 sugar cubes
twelfth day.....12 paper clips




I enjoy singing this. Have sung it while I was in the car...in the shower....
It's soo adorable, don't you think?
And very original!! :)