Second New Year?!?!
Many races and religions around the world celebrate different joyous occasions for different reasons. And while in the case of the coming of a new year, where the worldwide default is 31 December, there is another type of new year welcomed and celebrated by the chinese. What are we talking about? That's right you morons....CHINESE New Year.
Ahh...the "second" new year for many, including myself. It's one of the times where everyone will be bustling around for new clothes, new year cookies, mandarin oranges, spring cleaning, packing "ang pow" (seriously my favourite) and other kinds of traditions that i've lost track of. Families will reunite for dinner, friends will gather for open houses....and some people might go broke from gambling. Either way....everyone has fun in the end.
Sooooo....everyone would ask; what in the world does Bryan have to say about this now? Nothing basically, except maybe for the fact that i find CNY seriously BORING, boring to the point that the dislike has turned to a chore....and finally, hatred. There has never been a more boring time to go back to one's hometown and rot at home doing nothing the whole day but eat, sleep and maybe turn malay for a while with our idol minds.
In case everyone is wondering where i'm from....well the good place where i was born will be from the "Pearl of the Orient". Yes....it's Penang. It's a heaven for many....a hell hole for me. A real pity that i cannot enjoy it as much as others do but frankly...there has never been much for me to do there. Life is as mundane as it gets, there are absolutely no activities there to enjoy...and the people...well let's just say that the people i know there could certainly get a life.
Ah right but on lighter note....CNY is never just a day. The preperations and subsequent days leading to the fifteenth day could be fun. There's shopping. Haha favourite activity....especially with friends. This year though, i might have overdone it...with 650 big ones going to clothing. Pricing could have been a killer....but nonetheless the clothes were nice. And there is my open house as well. Haha this is where the fun starts for me. Talks, drinks, foods, cards, money and most importantly....COMPANY. All are invited, just dont bring retards that i'm not very compatible or people that i'm on bad terms with. Just a moment to meet up and chill before we go back to our own business once again.
On another occasion which i refused to blog on that day is Valentines day. Blogging then would absolutely confirm that i'm the loser of the century and all my efforts to cover that fact up would be gone to waste. But anyway....as usual, dinner was with friends at a nice restaurant. The set meals that they can come up are truly amazing and a praise to the art of cookery. And although they are a little pricey, the chefs always ensure that you go home horny enough to want to pound your partner into oblivion. Haih...makes me wonder again what am i doing in University Retard when i could be in a hotel making people happy outside with my foods. But what about dates? Well...what about them? I asked...they didn't want to come. Or more like i asked a little too late. Doesn't really matter....as long as you are not alone and you are having fun.
Well....guess writer's blog is taking over now. Looking back at this blog....there was absolutely nothing but random ranting about past and coming occasions. Boring as it may be, it reflects on the way i'm feeling now and that i have nothing else better to do. Maybe a nice burger at 3 in the morning would do just nice for me. Now let's see which crazy stall's gonna open for me. Over and out.

2 Comments:
Chinese New Year is a time for us to replenish our wallets and pockets after Christmas and Valentines. It gives a break to whores who are being banged by dirty old bastards every night. It gives the elderly an oppurtunity to meet their offsprings, despite knowing that once a year is never enough. Most of all, it brings tears to married couples, with the red packets being symbols of their bleeding wallets. Cheers !
If you wanna pound your partner into oblivion and you're Indian, all it takes is a shitload of alcohol. By the time morning comes, she's be sore all over. Whether you had sex or not, however, is a different matter.
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