I saw her again on the third day of Chinese New Year, and like last year she taught me a little bit more about playing cards.

But I can say this,

She's more beautiful than ever before. Charismatic and utterly stylish, she remained one of those few people who is completely at ease with herself and the rest of the world.

After a brief stay at her place, I went on to another friend's house, there's a sizable group there playing 2 Dots with high stakes, but their caper and gambling wasn't as lively as last year's session.

Chinese New Year was a lonely, quiet and rainy affair. There ain't so many Kirins roaming the streets anymore. Grandmother got sick, and a few hypocrites showed their ugly faces.

Hurm, what else to say....

My blood pressure was a bit low, they say, but it's ok.

Before I came back here, I dreamt of a scorpion as small as a thumb, and it shook me up.

Hahahah. So what?

Does it matter?

For now, I felt lonely, far more lonelier and unsure of myself than ever before.

My time is short.

Heh.

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