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.

My hair smells like vomit.

Not a very tasteful first post I suppose.

Yes. I used mayonnaise as a hair mask and now they smell like puke. On the bright side, my hair is looking so sleek. I think I might do this more often.

College is starting soon. I am pretty sick of this long break already. I can’t wait to go back into the madness of meeting deadlines and simply having something to do.

Anwar’s conviction has been overturned. I’m feeling indifferent. The verdict wasn’t fair in the 1st place but a man like him ought to be put away. I hope he’s mellowed down and quit on his twisted aspirations.

I cooked fried rice for lunch. I’m good.

Men are pigs. They are selfish, self-absorbed and clueless.