it's the chinky new year that's why, people. spent the good part of last week cleaning up the room. and that was only *my* room which took 3.5 days to clear the dust, mop the floor, wipe the shelves, the table's, the computer, the knick knacks... and a wee bit of rearrangin done.
but then, as it was [more than] a year ago that i really cleaned the room - again right before the chinky new year also - it was not totally unexpected to take me 3.5 days. but then again, it could be because i'm getting on, so i was a tad slow. and more knackered apparently.
right. and this year, nobody seems to agree [no, they can't decide, more like] if it is the fire oink year. or the golden oink year. does it really matter if the oink is fire or golden? oddly enough, em chink's would never say metal oink/rabbit/horse/wotsit. as there are five elements to each animal year: water, earth, metal, fire, wood.
strange folk's, em chinks. but being a materialistic lot who like to show off their wealth - as well as their penchant for one-upmanship - it comes as no surprise that they prefer "golden" to metal. 'cos anythin that glitters is gold to em.
or probably their pronunciation of metal is akin to "mental". like how they get their l and r mixed up.
right. that's enough of winding-up of a group of people whom yers truly supposedly belongs to. officially. on the wee islet.
[and i can't even read or write chinese to save my life, etc etc etc....]
as enscribed by the letter b @ February 19, 2007 02:24 PM | someone's pinged