Apart from the reunion dinner upset (I mean it in every sense, 8 of us had diarrhoea the next day), I have had quite a marvellous Chinese New Year. Not because I get to make a few hundred dollars in an hour (not much in pounds, it now costs us $3.10 to buy one quid), or because I get to eat Peranakan sour pork, or because I have no school for 5 luscious days.

Chinese New Year rocks because everyone gets to bond over the gambling table, laugh over stupid things with estranged cousins, wake up to the deafening sounds of the lion dancers, put into practice age-old customs like not sweeping the floor, wracking your brain for even more four word Chinese phrases to add to your greetings and last but not least, because it brings together not just the people you see physically, but also those who are far away - simply because they are Chinese, part of your culture, and therefore part of you.

2004 has only just begun, and there's so much to look forward to, see and do. So shall we get down to (monkey) business?

posted by beautiful at 8:04 am

Ok, I know that I haven't been doing anything for the past week except post negative things about my life, and I do feel short spasms of guilt, but FUCK IT OK! I actually have to endure a bloody reunion dinner tonight. EWWWWW. Reunion my bloody butt.

posted by beautiful at 3:33 am

I am fighting temptation to stuff myself with Glory pineapple tarts. And I am losing.

posted by beautiful at 2:01 am