Nonsensical Blogging on New Year's Eve

Chinese New Year, as always, has been a "hot" affair. Firecrackers, fire-breathing dragons, red clothes, red shoes, red underwear, golden oranges, golden "coins", golden "taels", golden decoration, and of course, in Singapore, the SUN. Man, the weather during this time is always so hot. So hot that I can almost feel the flames from the sun lickin' my skin. Evidence: the hair on my arms get a free perm. Anyway, Chinese New Year is a time to feast, to increase your pocket money, and of course to catch up on your sleep and work (for students like me). It is also a time for self-reflection - to throw out the bad, and welcome the good! Now that I have some time on my hands, I would like to introduce you to this wonderful poem that Dr. McAllister, a wonderful wonderful professor, recited during the CNY cum Hari Raya M&O Dept Lunch last week.

THE CONFESSION
There's somewhat on my breast, father,
There's somewhat on my breast!
The livelong day I sigh, father,
And at night I cannot rest.
I cannot take my rest, father,
Though I would fain do so;
A weary weight oppresseth me --
This weary weight of woe!

'Tis not the lack of gold, father,
Nor want of worldly gear;
My lands are broad, and fair to see,
My friends are kind and dear.
My kin are leal and true, father,
They mourn to see my grief;
But oh! 'tis not a kinsman's hand,
Can give my heart relief!

'Tis not that Janet's false, father,
'Tis not that she's unkind;
Tho' busy flatterers swarm around --
I know her constant mind.
'Tis not her coldness, father,
That chills my labouring breast,
It's that confounded cucumber
I've eat and can't digest.

That is just beautiful, isn't it?

I've got a few more things to say, but I'll leave it for later. For now, I've gotta clear up the rubbish dump outside my room before the matriarchal dragon's fire burns my ass.