That would be me.

While everyone else has been developing phlegm eating mandarin oranges, losing the seat of their (new) pants in blackjack and pulling out new notes from angpaus, I, Audrey Ooi spent my Chinese New Year in front of my laptop, dressed in the pink fleece pajamas that my otousan gave me for my birthday, curlers in my hair (for volume), typing out 2 papers, a poem and a Japanese article about gift exchange to analyze.

The only thing remotely Chinese New Year-ish about my day was my paper about the Satsuma samurai domain in Tokugawa Japan and satsuma is what they call mandarin oranges in the UK.

Oh oh and my okaasan obligingly doled out the Japanese instant version of American Chinese food for dinner (I don’t even know how to describe it).

I hate holidays. Especially birthdays.

Ooh maybe if I don’t celebrate CNY, that means its still the same year and I’ll be forever21 wtf.

Wanted to find a red picture but couldn’t oh well.

This was before going to a foam party. Do we have these in Malaysia (or Australia)? Where they cordon off the dance floor and fix a foam-making machine to the ceiling so the foam falls like a waterfall and you dance and play in the foam.

Angela lost one of her flipflops in the foam. I happened to be wearing an extra pair of hers and I lost one too hahaha. I was also wearing fake lashes and I picked them off my face, waved them in Angela’s, shouting “Look! Look! My lashes came off!” and tossed them into the foam wtf. Waste of money.

Errrr we’re playing invisible football/soccer wtf.