Dance dance revolution to the extreme

If one subscribes to a multicultural world, then one has ample opportunities to atone for past failures and start anew, invigorated, refreshed. A second chance at, say, an internal revolution. For example, I largely failed to maintain my few, meagre new year's resolutions. But, not to worry, a new year is upon us again! And I welcomed it with red and gold, squealing pigs and canto pop, dancing lions and dance dance revolutions all celebrated with a toast of bubble tea at midnight squished like sardines basking in the garish glow of fluorescent lights at the mall. I kid you not (and did I mention that I kicked a$$ at the arcade.) Don't worry, I'm not going to bore you with another set of resolutions for the second new year. I learned an important lesson from the first round: if you don't set yourself up for failure, you are on the road to blissful happiness.



A new year and a new life for two dear friends celebrated with dear old friends. The setting distilled my mood of joy. All I have to say is, who can resist fairycakes? They remind me of birthday parties and summer and backyard BBQs with burgers. Somethings never change and somethings are better when they are joined together. Congrats!