Christmas is over. Stop playing Christmas carols.

From BBC: Festive greetings 'from Heaven':

A man from the US state of Oregon has stunned friends and relatives by sending them Christmas cards, two months after his own death.

The 34 handwritten cards were sent and signed by Chet Fitch, who died in October aged 88, with "Heaven" given as the return address.

In a message on the cards, Mr Fitch said God had allowed him back to Earth specially to deliver the cards.

But his barber told local media they had planned the ruse together.

Patty Dean, 57, was quoted by the Ashland Daily Tidings newspaper as saying Mr Fitch had approached her with the idea in 1987, saying he wanted to play one last trick on people after his death.

Mr Fitch's daughter, Tangren Alexander, described the card as "sweet and funny. So much like him".

"When I opened his card, all I could think was: 'You little stinker,'" said Debbie Hansen-Bernard, an old friend.

Awesome. I wanna send cards from beyond the grave when I'm gone. And it'll say "you fuckers, I faked my death. My will doesn't apply now" and then they'll be all like "what?" and can't get my stuff. Ya, whatever.

Also, from NST: Singaporeans carrying oxygen cans when they go out:

SINGAPOREANS are carrying oxygen cans when they go out, according to Sin Chew
Daily.

A can containing 90% oxygen and 10% nitrogen is sold for S$238 (RM547).

One of the brands has sold over 1,000 cans since it was released in the market in May.

Users claimed that the product could calm and “recharge” the mind within two to three seconds.

... Riiiiiiiiight....
Well this sounds like something my mum would fall for. Isn't it basically the same thing as drinking more water? Just a whole lot more expensive?

From BBC: How to take a holiday in Pakistan:

Suicide bombs, battles in tribal areas, and states of emergency tend to put off casual tourists. But the impression such events convey can often be misleading and unrepresentative of a country as a whole.

A few days ago I was sitting in a cafe sipping best Italian espresso and reading a news magazine.

The front page was full of furious faces and clenched fists under the headline, The Most Dangerous Nation in the World isn't Iraq, it's Pakistan.

Pakistani holiday, anyone?