Happy Chinese New Year.
It’s the year of the Rat.
I wish everyone joy and happiness, peace and prosperity, and a neverending supply of cheese.
It’s been ages since I’ve posted an entry. Well, it’s the peak after all with auditors and accountants throttling each other’s necks. (Ｔ＿Ｔ) 死にたい。
Aah~the Chinese new year. The season of angpow hunting, marital status interrogations, bingeing and gambling. I went with my brother to Johor Bahru to visit my lovely cousins. My cousins and I snacked on crackers, cookies and jellies in our maternal granny’s place and as the weather is simmering hot, we fell asleep in the living room, our bodies strewn all over the place, fatigued from the heat and excessive snacking.
In the evening, we had a steamboat BBQ. The meats were swimming in boiling oil as the adults kept throwing in dollop after dollop of olive oil butter (which is hydrolysed ie: unsaturated fat). Ok, I won’t be surprised if we were diagnosed with arterial disease. We chowed on fat juicy prawns, succulent fish, juicy pig flesh and chewy clams. We ate and ate and flushed it all down with red wine. It’s pure gastronomical masochism. I was so full that I can’t breathe.
And so stupid to squeeze with 5 other people in the backseat of my cousin’s Toyota Vios. We went to my mother’s house to snack some more and to look at some photos of us when we were kids. …. I agree with my cousin that from the way we posed, the photos look more like a loli + shota extravaganza. Oh my god. Someone dig a deep hole for me to jump into. What the hell was I thinking back then?!
We’ve done the angpow collecting and bingeing. Now it’s time for the most important social activity of the day – gambling.
As usual, we played ‘chor tai tee’, a Chinese form of bridge. And since we’re pretty money conscious individuals, we decided on punishment rather than reward. The loser will have to have his/her face clipped with clothes pins.
(Fuujoshi従姉妹 …無敵だ。 )
(Ying sama のお兄さん。私会社の先輩。先輩、苦しい?)
(Genie in a bottle)