Sunday Wishes.

hi all. i would like to wish all my readers Happy Chinese New Year! may the year of the Rat be filled with success, good health, good fortune and good luck all year round.

each CNY is always quite tiring, but it's all good at the end when you do it with your family and friends. its very heart warming though there would be disagreements and deadly pimple prone cookies or tidbits. oh and mummy's cooking! sigh :)

time sure flies and today is sunday already. will have to resume work tomorrow and next week i'm flying, hmmmm. this is just too fast. but then again, am thankful and glad that the third day of CNY falls on a saturday which means we have the long weekend off.

sure miss some good old friends, gp house visiting, just sitting down, chit chatting, having a drink in hand, playing cards or playing mahjung and crack silly silly jokes, or simply just laugh at our own lives.

quite dread the thought of going back to work tmr though.. acks.

anyways, think i'll let the pictures do the talking now..


gong xi fa chai!


the chinese orchestra from chung ling(me thinks?) playing @ Queensbay


Noir and starbucks. sinful!


flame restaurant.


yee sang.


clear soup base and kim chi base.


it was a hot day on the first day of CNY


tidbits that we had


my treat to my family.


one of the rooms in Ryoma.


the interior of Ryoma.


nice set.


shisha, ballantines and lots of fun.


by the beach


cheap thrills


drink, drink, drink!


mixture of guiness and carlsberg.


peeenuts


nine?! drink upppp!!


the aftermath. oh i forgot the martell and baileys bottle.

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stan getz - para machuchar meu coracao

Eejit.

you know that kind of feeling when you're dead tired from work after the bloody long hours and finally when you get home, you just want to wash up, relax for a little bit before you head on to bed and get some much deserved rest?

but no, when i came back, there are beer bottles, ciggarette ashes, rubbish and plates for you to pick up and wash. smell of ciggarettes and beer is in the air like a pub. plastic packaging of snacks on the floor and table. unfinished beer bottles. loads of ciggarette buds and ashes. all the bloody lights were switched on and plates on the basin to clean up.

ARGH!!!!!! why simple things like picking up your thrash is such a difficult thing to do?!!!?

useless fcuking piece of shit. you think this is a hotel and that you have maids for the rest of your live to pick up after you? its okay to be lazy at times, but ALL the fcuking time is too much!