Sexylicious Year Of The Ox

Happy, happy Chinese New Year, folks.

Red is the blood He shed for us at the cross. White is the love – His purity of heart to save us all. You may not realise that many customs during the Chinese New Year (excluding the deity factor part) reflect Christ’s Word in us. But today, I know.

The red packets and the oranges you exchange represents the five loaves and two fishes that Jesus multiplied amongst the multitude of five thousand. These blessings will multiply in the Lord’s hands, Amen. Every spring couplet is a blessing that shout “Yes” and “Amen” in Jesus’ name.

But anyway, Chinese New Year is getting boring by the year considering us all growing up at extremely fast rates (and the adults going gaga over our new baby cousins). Mom is forever the master of our mini gambling den that totally excludes me. And with my phone and camera going out of battery, I don’t know what else to do (when reports are clearly underway)! Plans for CNY are depleting, so Cuzzie and I have decided to hang out at Vivo tomorrow instead. After visiting Great-Grandma, that is. Apparently, she wants to meet S².

Hokays.

I’m hoping for mountain loads of red packets (AMEN! AMEN!) to be part of my investment for the coming Israel trip. It sucks when you only visit one family on new year’s day because your Dad ain’t around no more. I WANT TO GO TO ISRAEL! But Mommy isn’t sponsoring me, so… I need to scrimp and save up on my part.

Should stop splurging, gahhh.

Alrighty. Gotta find something constructive to do now.

Have a blessedlicious new year, people!