The goat oops i mean ROOSTER year is almost here. The house is noisy with tv blaring, tables jammed-pakced with jars of goodies, the kitchen steaming and i can't find a spot to put my coke in the fridge. I can hear vacum-cleaners humming, the neighbours are yelling thru their windows, and mom is nagging me to clean up my room. I can't wash my hair tomorrow, i can't buy new shoes for the next 2 weeks, and i better not be wearing black tomorrow. These are the rules of the new year celebrations, i don't know why i get sucked in every year but somehow it makes my life at home alot easier if i just follow 'em. I popped into Holland Village today to check on the Antipodean store that stocks Preacher. It was cool to see all my fave Oz labels hanging there and after a great chat with the owner, oh well i left with 2 new tops. Time to go and clean my room, wash my hair and find something not black in my luggage to wear. Gong Xi Fa Cai!
