面线、红鸡蛋 is just a liner that is so short and that I shouldn't link to it, but I'm writing low on things from chaMOTOM that I can link with the Oct 06 essays.
It's the way chinese cook mee sua and 2 boiled eggs (dyed red) on birthdays. And that it's a very touching thing to have.
Excerpts from 27 October 2006 (Friday): Happy Birthday
It was my twenty-fourth birthday a few days ago. A friend on chat messaged me on the eve this is our conversation:
He: Happy birthday.
Me: Thanks.
He: Are you going to celebrate?
Me: I don’t know.
He: What is the point anyway?
Me: Well… it is an excuse to spend money without guilt. (Now that I’m jobless, I’ve been painfully thrifty.) I can go get drunk!
He: What is the point of getting drunk anyway?
Me: I don’t know.
Now, the above exchange makes me look like an idiot. That’s how the cynic makes everyone else feels unless you agree, or pretend to agree. Damn them and their fucking rhetorical questions. If the point in celebrating or getting drunk is of any relevance, then tell me what is the point of wishing me a happy fucking birthday?
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The funny thing is that about half a year ago, I resolved to a friend that I will be jobless by my birthday, and I fulfilled that. Half a year later, on my birthday, I am jobless and it is meaningless as well.
2 comments:
i like your latest blog, the story of "Kusudama Fairy", although i do not know what is a Kusudama (didnt really go check on it either.
i feel that your story had captured reader attention and make them continue to read. A very nice short story, i had fun reading it.
Anyway itzzit your bday; happy birthday then (its proabably over, like you said whats the the point. hehe)
Okay, thanks for liking the stories and following the blog.
I'll put up the kusudama links on sneak for you. :)
And thanks for the birthday wishes. The point is to be happy and to get drunk.
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