i calculated.
my post count now is 178. if i blog once every odd-fortnight from now, my post number 203 will be a very happy, exciting, energetical, lively post. its really damn exhilarating to think of it in weekends and fortnights.

about a year more - sucks
about 11 months more - damn
about 48 weekends more - hmm
24 more fortnights, 24 more blog posts - aHA!

its the same thing i know but call it solopsychotherapy or whatever, it helps me. when you're living in oppression you get very emo and go obsessive-compulsive over that miraculous day called ord. on behalf of all pes Cs/Es.
actually since we're in pes c
= non-operationally fit
= impossible to be operationally ready
= should not waste resources forcing us to do this.

see, one freaking sunday is thrown into the bin - sitting in a small room sleeping/blogging/watching tv/sleeping.

by this December, my nose will only smell ord.
on January 23rd, my tongue will only taste ord.
re-enjoyment is then my own
re-employment is consequential
then i will embark on the climax of my life called university

happy lunar new yr to everyone and myself!

for those who feel happy, share the happiness;
for those who aren't sure, choose happiness;
and for those who are sad, forget the sadness.

somewhat glad to be able to celebrate two new years... a second new year = a second chance to explore, second chance to relax, second chance to turn over a new leaf, second chance to everything.

once again meeting relatives, sitting there wondering how tradition ensured that we never drift apart for more than a year, looking at the people yakking at me in cantonese and hokkien but not something i'd understand, pretending to respond with a smile and nod of agreement to something i have absolutely no idea about. all i know is they were talking about bak kwa. seeing how cousins whom i knew as little kids change every year cuz they are growing up (pity them. i'd tell them not to be in a hurry to grow up).

going visiting is really like watching a movie. although my movie was quite short. there's an emo soundtrack playing in the air (my air) every Visiting Day of chinese new year.

be happy, be contented, love to be loved, and count your blessings (ang pow money for most).