Friday, February 16, 2007
-Chinese New Year, Actually-Its really the couch potato's worst nightmare. He sits in the living room watching his dvd, when mom (upon finishing her leisure task of surfing in the internet forums) says "lets head down to the market now; the rain has stopped" He looks around and realises that out of the three avaliable options (i.e actual sons) he's the only pathetic one left because he decided not to go out and play today. Then the wet market bellows hello (sounding of course, ancient) and you see this picture of food and fruit vendors placing tables along the mid alley till it cannot be anymore full, and if you are tall enough, your head would hit the canvas tied and stretched above the stalls that were used earlier for the rain and get a free shower there and then. Its a rabbit's haven, it would never have expected itself to see so much fresh produce in its little life, because if it did, it would eat them, and then everyone in the world would want to eat that fat ass rabbit. The numbers too, are pretty ridiculous, 400 dollars spent on raw meat for the festive this yr is reportedly less than the last one, though i remembered clearly that mother still bought extra in the end. In the scene, the power of women is mind-blowing. If hilary clinton wanted votes for the upcoming election from her fellow women, she should campaign there. If she wanted girl outing, there. If she only wanted to shop, still there.BECAUSE AUNTIES ARE EVERYWHERE--> vegetable stall, fruit stall, meat stall, drink stall, decoration stall, flower stall, whatever stall. They all there! Here there, shout there (LAI AH LAI AH OEI!) haggle everywhere! Its like a very bad movie and you want to leave, but then you realise your mom is at this point of time, strutting her very dominance in the household and you dont dare complain because she might just not want to do anything. And then you really die.
Written fashion may not be history @9:25 PM
