Year of the Memoirs of a Geisha Tiger .
I know it's a little premature, but I would like to wish you all a Happy Chinese New Year.
May it be one filled with wooden crates which give you splinters as you try to get to the kam trapped inside.
One filled with Yeo's Chrysanthemum Tea and Lychee drinks, visiting relatives, watching recent Hong Kong blockbusters on the TV, repetitive painful Chinese New Year songs in the supermarkets, new clothes, mahjong tables and playing cards, your lucky red underwear winning you heaps of money, Chinese New Year cookies, and heaps of lo sang. And enough ang paus to make your own ang pau paper fan.
Kong Hei Fatt Choy!
Someone please put me in a crate and send me back to Malaysia!