Month: February 2005

9th Day of Chinese New Year.

Non-stop of hardcore firecrackers for the past 1/2 hour. It’s 9th day of Chinese New Year. Hokkiens consider this day even more important than the 1st day itself. Look at the altar set up by my grand-uncle. Something tells me my diet’s a goner (again). Who could resist fresh slabs of roasted pig? *Salivates*

There are many versions of the legend but the one Mom always tells me is like this. Once upon a time, the Hokkiens were trying to escape a massacre by Japs (Mom probably got influenced by Granny who witnessed WW2; Great Faggot said it’s the Cantonese though). So they hid in a sugarcane farm but the dumbasses found themselves being severely cut by the leaves of the sugarcanes whenever they tried to enter the farm. After a couple of days of hiding, they emerged to discover that it’s already the 9th day of CNY. Being the ever optimistic Hokkiens, the decided to celebrate the day anyway as though it’s the 1st.

Check out another version here.

Sugarcanes are a must-have on this day.

Back to school.

So I’m going back to school tomorrow. Final year, yo. Had a short-lived panic attack thinking about what’s after. Actually picked up a book- Bill Gate’s Speed of Thought. Yeah, was that nervous. Then I watched Dogma and I’m all happy and giddy again.

What did I have for lunch? A bag of Super Rings and 52gm of roasted kuaci (sunflower seeds). Someone’s not going to be happy about me wolfing down all his prized Super Rings. But really, Super Rings is the pawn. I don’t care if it contains genetically engineered corn. Like c’mon, I’m a chinese, hello?

CNY has completely fucked my body up. I’m officially wobbly. Damn, 18th seems so far away. Can’t wait to get back into some kickass workout. Jeng jeng jeng….

What’s worse…V-day or Monday?

Woohooo….my keyboard is actually collecting dusts. I almost forgot my blogger password, had to attempt like 3 times. Anyway, here I am.

Chinese New Year was awesome, till I lost half of my life savings (+ angpows) to shrine-building-satan-worshipping gamblers. Traumatised for a while, but still it’s all good. In the shadows of bankruptcy, I found compassion in the unlikeliest person. Nicklaus, my 13 year old obnoxious kid brother chipped in RM30 to ease my burden. So touching.

It’s Valentine’s Day. Have always felt indifferent to the day. No, actually I don’t give a fucking fuck. The closest I’ve ever gotten to being v’d (akin to punk’d) was receiving 5 pages long of messages from an Ah Lian lesbian at 15. Due to her inability to express herself in English, all she had to say was “I LUV U” repetitively in the most hideous handwriting. Still, it didn’t top the fake Versace handbag I got from some perv. And he had the nerve to ask me why I didn’t use it. Please, Valentine’s Day should be banned to prevent idiots from traumatising normal people like me.

HELP UNIVERSITY COLLEGE STINKS TO HIGH HEAVEN. DO NOT ENROL IN THIS COLLEGE. HECK, DON’T EVEN ENROL IN ANY PRIVATE INSTITUTE IN MALAYSIA. Get on with STPM and consult your nearest shaman. Convert to Islam to be safe.

Happy Valentine’s Day and I love you.