The year of the Pig
I went to London China Town with my family yesterday for Chinese New Year. It is the year of the Pig, apparently lucky, well here's hoping. I hadn't been there for the new year for what must be over 15 years, and was pleasantly surprised by the effusions of red lanterns hung aloft above its streets and the pulsating drums beating to the rythm of lion dancing. As ever wherever the lions went there would be a mass huddle of people surrounding them, and I can not but help feeling all emotional whenever I see this, even though the lion dancers were mostly white dudes, looking hot and bothered and underperforming. I wonder if I grew up in Hong Kong whether I would care or not. There was also borderline embarrassing dodgy Chinese music issuing from speakers rigged up on lamp posts. But I suppose the kids love it. Oh what the hell, I loved it. We also saw a large table of white folk in out restaurant, which had three cute and chubby shiny new Chinese babies with them. They were all decked out in Chinese garbs, it was quite a heart warmer. Maybe I'll adopt one one day.

I got quite upset last night when I didn't recieve a phone call from American Bill. I cried a little during the night, and when I was getting ready to go in to work in the morning I resolved I would send him an e-mail detailing what he had done to upset me. I was also going to put down that I was upset that he expresses no real interest in planning when we're next going to meet up. But then when I came into work, my feelings of vitriol for some reason dissipated. I think I thought what was the point of telling someone that their lack of enthusiasm in you upsets you? We can't help being unenthusiastic in some people. Unenthusiasm is something I invoke in so many people, maybe I should accept this as like a calling or something. Go forth and be unnoticed, Pharmacy girl. And one day you'll inherit the Earth whilst everybody's distracted? Yeah, I hope this year'll be lucky for me, the year of the Pig.