I like a few things about Chinese New Year: wolfing down mandarin oranges, getting money from people who couldn’t care less, and meeting up with old relatives whom you probably wouldn’t see the next year (bets are on for who kicks that bucket first!).

What I can’t stand is the revelry.  I don’t like firecrackers, because I think I can scare demons away by simply stripping.  I also don’t like Chinese New Year music.  I run away from it.  I refuse to visit malls during the CNY period because there’re no tasteful CNY songs that exist.

No, really.  There’re none.

But that shouldn’t dampen the spirit of CNY.  After all, I get a week off.  And I’ll be granted the time needed to sink my teeth into Dante’s Inferno.

If it arrives on time.  Poslaju isn’t so laju when people are aware that it’s okay to slack off.

Wankers.

Happy Chinese New Year.  May it be the Year of the Tai-grrrrr (sorry).

Wahey!  In an attempt to appease myself, I got to work last night and worked out a little ditty.  I had someone in mind when I churned this out, and funnily enough, she probably knows who she is…if she were to watch the video.

Or at least I could hope so, yes?

It’s another night of non-writing, but on the bright side, you get to see a fat Chinese boy croak.  What more could you ask for?