Wednesday, February 07, 2007
listening to: dream machine by mark farina.
feeling: frumpy.
skies dotted with flashing spectrums of mind-boggling colours, head filled with rambunctious and fiery explosions - it's all clues to the rapidly approaching chinese new year.
this time around, i've decided to really throw myself into the swing of things and sedate that celebratory oriental side of me with zealous visits to the numerous chinese friends of mine, starting with
elaine's, which just the thought of commands resulting rumbles from that rounded belly of mine.
red will be filling my vision this year, keeping in mind i've been successfully keeping my temper in check. but no, this'll be a lively, passionate and possibly even lustful red. before this gets a little too steamy though (i'll save that for the bedroom), i'll just say that this year is holding many new experiences in stock for me, including a highly anticipated and different-from-the-rest CNY.
alright, before i start a new sentence with that dreaded
"but" and begin an endless tirade/rant filled with violent denunciation on the environmental and economical consequences of all those tonnes of fireworks yearning to be lit and the social + economical loss caused by CNY, i'm just going to waddle off to find my phone, which i've subsequently lost somewhere in this house. either that or i've gone and left it in the car, which dad has driven off with. hopefully not the latter though, as that'll mean i won't be getting it back til really damned late.
by the way, upgraded to the bloggergoogle. useless though, as i don't know how to use it.