A function Blogger Desi is supposed knot to writHe about!

A bout. But somedimes lures -- Read my DDC101 post OK, b4 you think Desi just flewww o'er that cuckoo's nexxxt! -- are meant to be bloken, like queer Engrish. If a former MB of Serango can do it, why can' I, Desi with the bad, badder, baddest of attituleds as the year goes by? (And please, treat this as a RHETORICAL Q, don't need an answer wan, OK!:(

I start from the ending.

We sang Auld Lang Syne, which means the 13-member-hosts pushed back the bloody calendar FIVE days!

VVIP guest Desi now pushes the same calendar foreword to April 1, can? Blogspeak or DDC would be "Cun"! whatever that means, but I know what's in these all-mail boisterous boys' minds. Knot mind as my thoughts were London-based -- poor church-mousey-writer was wondering if his allowance could be upgraded to pound, sterling or not, in the hundreds. No, I ain't paid RM1,000 per article I write. Maybe you drop wan zelo, and those chinoserie coolies working in the tropical hot sun would share some common -- not come-on! -- bond wit' socialist Desi.

So we talked everything but politics because we have suffered an overdoze of P the preceding 365days. Having worked some 13 years at a Oz institution -- not political asylum, OK, I'm NOT unwell, tell the fake loctor with the half-mask masquerading as civil society high priest -- OR IZZIT PASTOR!? Nah mind, I digress. The splendid capitalist food on the round table would have made Queen Arthurez and her Marry-me-quik-maids, Minister!, don't-rape-me/
I didn't partake of the alcoholic drinks as I told my kind hosts -- I was misled into attending because on PauSan hinted that a Bellie Danzer would entertain; he insisted I heard wlongly, it was supposed to be "Bali danger" would be on the train (I was travellin' from Furong to PJ by keretaapi Cos that's socialist, that's what Desi's on weakdies...:) so soon after my spat with a botakhat -- did I look into the mirror as I changed? Leave that to the imagination of my boisterous clowd.

This chinaman after downing some morsels had to pay for his/her/its lunch by telling some stories; I manged after the telling to CONvince all of them BUT ONE sitting on my right that this group calling itself MCLM is from planet MARX...they wanna dictate to tea parties that their tea is the besta, while a teatotaller like Desi -- who drinks all teas totally, no alcohol, remember! -- cannot offer his/her/its own teas. Candidas profferred are from the Gods and the MCLMers are demi-goods acting as messegers of the Truth.

I believe them after I drink a cask of Foster's, can? CUN!

PS: This post is dedicated to Tan Pau Son and his group of young groupers from erswhile the great RMC who featured Desi as a special gas'' -- don't have a bag to tapau the exotic food, but I thot 'em YoungOnes -- looking like Cliff Richard conTEMporaries, can work as sexcretaries to James Bond Dr No? -- the meaning of Desiderata.

Normally it's heART's Desire, but for this bockhead fool of erotic,it's ESSENTIAL FEATURES FOR OR OF, for example, the desiderata of happiness if a capitalist mean wit' 13 pretty nurses all in a roll!:):):):):):):)
Chong HH -- no relative of Desi -- thanks for de lide to KL Sentral, I took the train,the lust, to Ganhill. Sweets dreams to my hosts -- my breaking the rule knot to writHe is broken tit4tat as you people made me think todie is Dec 31, and like Einstein said, we can travel back and forth in time if we set our mind to beat "c", and if you don't no, "C" is the speed of right!

Auld Lang Syne : Lyrics

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne!

Chorus.-For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne.
We'll take a cup o' kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.

PS upped @711Am the dae aft:)


JUST FrIENDS

A generous spread on a round table
Juicy suckling piglet, roast to a golden sheen
Oyster-sauced kailan, teased with Chinese wine
Healthily washed down with vintage Le Cordon Bleu

But what's all these food and drinks worth?
If not for the boisterous crowd
Of back-slapping mates dating back a decade
Growing richer and wiser with passing years
Like good old wine, Chinese or French

So cheers to hearty and sincere company
The meal might just as well be mere entree
Or one main course
Or just desserts

It matters not really the dish
What's really cooking, whetting
Is your presence, old chap,
Camaraderie
Among just
Friends

Chong Yen Long
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