I agree that people do thing differently during the last day of old year and the following day: new year day! (We Vietnamese call them "đêm 30" and "mùng 1 Tết").
Yesterday was fun. I got myself sitting in the NUSSU office for 9 hours to do my laboratory report. After the dinner at Subway, I started walking to PGP to celebrate the lunar new year. It was by incident that friends met friends, strangers met strangers, and altogether we welcomed the year of the Cat in music, karaoke, and water drinking card games. We played till 6PM on the first day of new year. The whole night was like a craze and tiring.
I caught the very first bus of the day and got back home in Clementi at 7AM. I tried to text a Happy New Year message to my friends or to call back home but I was too tired and exhausted to do so. Lying down to sleep, I realized that the best thing in the world at that moment was my soft, soft bed...
I woke up at 1PM, ignoring the fact that all my housemates had left for temples, for friends, and for Penang. It was a great day to get several festive messages from friends. After loading all the bed sheet and pillow and blanket into the washing machine, I got my late breakfast with cereal and milk. As normal as usual, I was multitasking with eating my breakfast and calling mom and messaging my friends.
Afternoon was a short and filled with my new motivations. I managed to spend another 4 hours on my lab report before I went down stair to realize that all shops were closed and people were in neat clothes visiting friends. Walking around the neighborhood area, I got some satay from the Malay food stall with a random thought of having a decent dinner for myself.
So, dinner recipe was:
- Fry [noodle, satay, chilly, cucumber, onion] = dinner
- Blend [tomatoes, blue gum honey, ice] = dessert
Hello friends, hello the Cat, hello time! Will start my new year with a goal in mind: Working hard! I remember my first catch at my cubicle in my company when I started my very first day of internship:
“If a man is called to be a street sweeper, he should sweep streets even as Michelangelo painted, or Beethoven composed music, or Shakespeare wrote poetry. He should sweep streets so well that all the hosts of heaven and earth will pause to say, here lived a great street sweeper who did his job well.”
