The end of Tiger year marked unpropitious by yet another unforseen kick in of government's sleight of hand in straggling every pennies out of the pocket of the honest working class. In less than a year, price of RON97 petrol went on a fluctuate swing from RM2.10 to remarkable new height RM 2.50. Just after the gory Tenang's electoral victory? We used to hear commentators from both the polarized political stands, and some insignificant neutral fellows sitting on the pinned couches, but with very unlikely spews.


Not Beer. F***
The claw had made their call, it would be wise just to stick to a more economical living plan than hoping a jade rabbit will somehow leap out of the magical hat. Keep your fingers crossed, and no more. But why let this ruin the prosperous festive atmosphere? We can always keep our hearts warm, pretentiously. ''Aiya, even though RM2.50, our petrol still way cheaper than Thailand and Singapore ma...! We got submarines, but cannot sink one only nevermine, then we still still still got that jet fighter. But without engine one la..where''s the engine huh? " Remarkable display of Asian's positivity, as the maxim sounds. '' at the nose of death , but still surprisingly jolly.'' A contentious remark, good.


A redden drape of Tang lung over the sky.
The jade hare most probably will bring a new page, since the previous tiger made quite terrible havoc to my life. I wish. Still, the prosperous festive frenzy can never wither, millions and millions are on way home, for the chinese new year eve dinner. A not to be missed opportunity to gather at dinner table, to share the delights on taste buds, and happiness at heart. This is my third Chinese New year at overseas, the grinding anguish far from beloved home, much like an exile in stranger land. Well, at least a home call can always make up the springful solace, you know they're always near at you heart and mind.  Too bad, I just gulped up every bottle of homemade cookies, mom's not around to heap my supply.


Chicken floss spring rolls, bee nest cookies, butter cookies, seaweed crackers, those butt crackling delicacies.. The moment you slide them into the boiling oil, you can see the crackers dancing pole dance in your fantasy, or crack your taste bud up in the oven with the pheromonic aroma of heated butter, and rubefact in golden chrome once the the timer ''ding'' right on. I need to hold my concupiscene, my droll, right now. Come to think of it, I was boustrophedon on deciding an early flight home, in the end, I found no empty slot in the damn schedule. Damn. Those cookies, papa will claim you.


 




My wish list....




Hey mom... I can foresee her expression, I will get it myself. 



Ok ok. Tomorrow will be the eve, I hereby wishing everyone of you a prosperous, simple and healthy year ahead. Light up the happiness with a chunk of your smile, that would be the biggest love to share.

Gong Hei Fatt Choi ! Happy Hare Year!Yum Seng!

P.S : Do you think it's possible if I asked my mom for down payment for the upcoming iPhone without getting slammed my phone?