On the First Day of Chinese New Year 2008:
I hesitantly woke up to the unusually comforting sound of the heavy rain. Yes, it finally rained in Perth after over a month of draught.
I was handed something in red for the first time, no they were not red packets, but instead jobs in red folders describing the urgency: they must be completed the same day. Great.
Tried very, very hard to stay awake throughout the day.
After work, I ventured into the pouring rain and took a bus down to the city, grabbed dinner, sitting in the restaurant alone. Food has never tasted any better.
On the way back, I stumbled upon a friend, he told me “Gosh Robin, what happened to you, you look so damned tired!!”
I got home, bathed (for an hour or more) and blasted my
I played one game of DOTA, and figured it made me feel even more depressed after losing badly. So I stopped.
I hopped on the bed early, and curled into my comfy blanket and sleep in through the coldness of the night. It was still raining outside.
No family, no friends, no firecrackers, no bak gua, no ang pows, no lion dance, no mandarin orange, no annoying Chinese New Year music (thank God) no nothing.
So how was Chinese New Year celebration for you?