Ok, here goes the 2nd post. Forgive me if its rather short as Xmas poses not significance to me at this age anymore, let alone with the fact that I'm no Christian.
- Getting stranded in the plane for an hour after the scheduled take-off time. Based on a true story, I spent Xmas night trapped in a stuffy Qatar Airways aircraft waiting to depart from KLIA. They failed to take off as scheduled due to some shortcomings in the calculation for fuels required for the flight to Doha. Not to mention the fuckin plane was packed with ah sohs all gearing up for their end of the year hols and some bloody Jawas (a Star Wars way of describing middle eastern people with the hood!). Coupled with that, the seats were really tighter than a bloody driving class in a Kancil. They're also bloody stingy with the air conditioning in an effort to save energy. Yawns, anyone?
- Not another yuletide beer belly, please. People have been showering me with compliments that I've been reduced on the weight issue, and most importantly the beer belly is said to have shrunken. Compliments are always nice, but it should not be taken in to heart too easily. Just hope those Xmas meals and drinks do not bring out the (bulging) best out of it again.
- Irrelevant gifts. Seriously, the old saying of 'its the thought that counts' could not be abused any further. Who would blindly give a "pre-World Cup 2006 guide book" when 2007 is about to end? Good intentions indeed, but someone has to learn that Italy have been world champs after a year and a half!
- Trick-or-treat pricksters. It's a lovely sight when children start caroling in front of your gate, but letting them in and showering gifts to each and everyone would be a nuisance. Not to mention complains from my neighboring Ahmad, Muthu and Ah Chong who aren't worshiping Jesus. Oh, myself included wtf.
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