Have got no idea what happened to my previous post which I typed it out a few days earlier. Ah well, what the heck, I've got all the time in the world now, so why not type out a new one right?

Sooooo, I'm in KFC now, by myself with this fillet burger which I'm not sure if it's really fish or chicken because it looks like fish but tastes like anything but fish. (turned out it's chicken, wtf)

Bought Seventeen magazine because I already bought Cleo and Female but I wanted to buy Bazaar's SO MUCH; just that I'm super tight this month. Then, I thought about buying one of those gossip magazine but NEH, I can read that on Popsugar or Perez Hilton (GO PURPLE HAIR!).

So ANYWAY, CNY's coming right up and I have yet to get anything. Bought this crotchet top yesterday with Mom. Its beige and it's some sweet looking stuff. Reminded me of one of Hui Shan's white crotchet dress which looked absolutely fabuu as well.

As I was saying, CNY.

I don't know what CNY means to most of you because I know that different families have different traditions of bringing in CNY. Some of it I've heard is, the kids have to kneel infront of their parents and recite all those chim CNY's idioms (you know like, nian nian you yu or smth?) and depending on how much idioms you can remember, the amount in your Willy Wonka envelope gets higher and higher.

In my honest opinion, I can't imagine the day where I have to kneel down to somebody, unless it's some Buddha statue which is REALLY rare that I go to a temple since as you guys know, I'm an atheist. Other than that, I can't imagine me kneeling down unless I'm proposing to my man, which is EVEN more rare will NEVER EVER happen since I want my man to propose to me, not the other way round.

CNY has been spent like this for the past 17 years:

I’m still sound asleep on my bed and my mum would be knocking rapidly on my door because I usually lock my door. Besides, if I don’t lock my door, she would just barge into my room as if she’s on her way to rob a bank.

So, I get up, change into my awesummm new clothes and I get downstairs to watch TV (read: daily routine) and have breakfast while reading the papers.

My parents would be waiting for one of the 3 children to wish them a simple ‘Happy New Year, Ma’ or ‘Happy New Year, Dad’ but it’s always this scenario where they have to ASK us to wish BEFORE getting our red fat packet.

Talk about bribe, my parents would be the perfect example.

While it’s just a simply Happy New Year and all that, every time year I say it, I feel so awkward.

Mainly because it isn’t everyday that I’m THAT nice to my parents and my parents are still able to tolerate it. The only time you know that you’ve crossed that line, is when they blow up and scream as if they’re in a riot protesting for Appeal 377A (although I’d highly think my parents of protesting AGAINST since they are not THAT open yet).

Ah well, I’m just hoping to collect a chuckload of cash. I’m not sure what I’m gonna do with the money since the Lim tradition makes sure that you save at least 50% of your angbao money.

So, other than that, mmmmm, maybe I’ll get moooore clothes (I’m running out of clothes to wear, I hope that in the next revolution of human beings, there isn’t a need to put on clothes) and prolly some nifty gadgets that I can show off and say, ‘Nyeh nyeh, you don’t have’, and you can run along and cry in Pamela Anderson’s boobs.

BUH BUH.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAHESH!