Happy, happy, happy days

Hahaha...

Ironically.

Am trying to cheer myself up after translating the happy excel up to row number 78 out of 176, I guess.

So, am listening to an old song called Happy Days, sung by Norman Gimbel & Charles Fox.

Read along if you don't know the tune:

Sunday, Monday, Happy Days.
Tuesday, Wednesday, Happy Days.
Thursday, Friday, Happy Days.
The weekend comes,
My cycle hums,
Ready to race to you.

These days are all,
Happy and Free. (Those Happy Days)
These days are all,
Share them with me. (Oh baby)
Goodbye grey sky, hello blue.
There's nothing can hold me when I hold you.
Feels so right, it can't be wrong.
Rockin' and rollin' all week long.

Sunday, Monday, Happy Days.
Tuesday, Wednesday, Happy Days.
Thursday, Friday, Happy Days.
Saturday, What a day,
Groovin' all week with you.

These days are all,
Share them with me. (Those Happy Days)
These days are all,
Happy and Free. (Oh baby)
These Happy Days are your's and mine.
These Happy Days are your's and mine, Happy Days.

I got the MP3, courtesy of Foxie :P

Coming Monday is my happy day and my most memorable gift at this point of time is to do happy thingy for happy on my happy day.

So, let's sing! Mike, especially you!

Sunday, Monday, Happy Days...
bla bla bla bla bla bla bla...