Sunday, February 14, 2010

red and gold

tis my 3rd year without those exciting little red packets. i miss the humid days spent fanning oneself and gorging on love letters, peanut butter cookies, honeycomb biscuits then counting the loot afterwards. i miss the money and the food.


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Dangerous Variable said...

Ah well... at least you don't get fat like Azamat :)

gong Xi Fa Chai...

February 18, 2010 at 7:58 AM

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