well.. have a happy new year.. cuz yea. surely yours wouldn be as bad as mine. *shrugx* not even the thought of wearing my new clothes or collecting red packets is appealing to me.


Man, the flower of all flesh, the noblest of all creatures visible, man who had once made god in his image, and had mirrored his strength on the constellations, beautiful naked man was dying, strangled in the garments that he had woven. Century after century had he toiled, and here was his reward. Truly the garment had seemed heavenly at first, shot with the colors of culture, sewn with the threads of self-denial.

E.M. Forster
-The Machine Stops

i like that story. nice story. yeap