Reborn

With hell week over, I thought I would have had more time for gallivanting. But no. It seems that stress and fatigue finally caught up with me and for the past few days I have been sleeping for 12 hours! I could just hear Rizal mutter "Indolent Filipina!"

Greeting the Lunar New Year consisted of pigging out on authentic Chinese food cooked by Chinese citizens (nothing could be more real than that!). And so the Year of the Fire Dog was ushered in with all the necessary trappings of bountiful food and numerous wishes of prosperity. In a way, celebrating the Spring Festival gave me a second opportunity to redeem myself in terms of following my new year resolutions (which in their 28 days of existence have been rendered meaningless by my seeming inability to strictly abide by them). Now that the slate has been wiped clean again ...