MY first drunk posting.

How exciting. How vulnerable I feel right now. I am drunk on Qingdao, Chimay, and vodka and that is great. I have promised myself not to change this posting post-drunken stupor, despite how much I'll detest the grammatical errors. It's just the way it will be. TOnight we set off fireworks. Real fireworks, that shoot 20 meters into the sky and make a bomb noise or sparkle showers onto the street in front of the K-wah Centre. I heard from my boss that some people, to scare off the bad spirits that awaken for 春节 (Chinese New Year), play a CD or cassette of fireworks explosions. My boss, she said that they are fooling themselves but I think it's all in the mind anyway. I mean that in a respectful way. There is a reason for it in the mind and it changes the world.

I hear that this year of the pig is symbolized by fire atop water; a turbulent ymbol. There will be lots of explosions this year, but by the end of the year resolutions will come. Most Chinese soothsayers believe this means new governments will be established. We shall see. When did legitimate governmental control over its nation become such an elusive situation?

ANyway, what do I know. Do you know what I know? What the fucking hell do I know. I know a billion Chinese picturing fire atop water is gonna impact the world somehow, that's what I know.