Yesterday was the first time in a long time I had felt really confident and at ease neglecting revision till night time. Usually I'm cao-sian and I find things to do to avoid revision. That's usually when I die painfully the next day.
Almost all my cousins from my father's side came yesterday to descend on my mother's chicken wine, otherwise known in Cantonese as gai-zao. Well actually... there are a total of 5 girl cousins from my father's side of siblings. 1 didn't come yesterday because she was down with flu, and another, my guitar cousin for those of you who know, didn't quite take to the gai-zao. All the guys, my cousins-in-law, eyed the golden brown soup with suspicion, and warned their wives not to drink too much with a stern reminder that they had to go to work tomorrow.
We thus entertained them until 3+ in the afternoon, and then after they left, I stoned in front of the computer for awhile before giving in to my body and plopping on my bed for a nap. I woke up in time to see the guard-of-honour inspection, the lap the President makes in the Land Rover, the joie-de-vivre, and the march off, from the NDP, before walking off to do my own stuff. Somewhere around the last of the fireworks, I walked into the kitchen to see my father preparing coffee, and the aroma from the powder (which wasn't like anything special it was standard ground Chinese coffee) caught my attention, and I agreed to a cup for myself. First time I didn't even bother to put sugar or milk. I must admit it was because I was lazy to go into the kitchen to get a sachet of sugar, so I tried it first, and well it was fine so... coolness.
Well I'm typing this before leaving for school, and after it's all over, hopefully I'll go somewhere to celebrate.
Ryan you pangseh kia. I'll never forget this!!
orchestrated by Renhao at 8:47:00 am
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