new start to a new year to a new way to a new life to a new happiness

Tis the new year to all those of Sino descent. That is saying it's the Chinese New Year, according to the lunar calender. Joy! Celebration! Yee sang all around! Hong bao and all that tea and oranges! Yipee! If you did not understand a single thing above there, you are either not Chinese, not Malaysian, not on this planet (they have a saying: where you find cockroached, you'll also find the Chinese) or just plain ignorant. Meh.

Truly though, this new year is very different from all others. Normally, I would be really kanjiongted to do all the stuff noted above: yee sang, angpows, tea, oranges, mahjong, stuff. Now this year, it all seems so shallow to me. A spate of consumerismic debauchary. Very saddening. Although I would not normally dispute that consumerismic debauchary is a vey good thing. Now, I only look forward to the mah jiok because you can slam them down real hard and serves for a good tension relief outlet. I'm not even interested in getting the angpows, which is kinda alarming because I so seriously need the money. There is this sort of utter calm which is bad in the face of such exciting celebration. Meh.

Of course, don't let my moodiness cloud your new year. Instead, let it make you think of those that are not so happy this time around. Take the effort to notice them, try to cheer them up. Talk to them and help them enjoy the random stuff around. And for those of you like me now, don't think so hard. Don't spoil the celebrations for others. Join in where you can and put on a bright face. And if you're having the crappiest new year, don't ever let the host know, lolz.

Today's poem is silly and kinda daft for two things: it's in an amalgam of mandarin and cantonese, and second i have no idea what it really means.

Kong Xi Fa Cai

Kong Xi Fa Cai
Hong bao na lai
Qu mai niu nai
Chi fan chi chai
Chi liao da pai!