tomorrow i go to vietnam

and i think i'll come back after the spring festival -18th of february- (or just a few days before it).
Today carrefour had a few decorating options for our (or any) house celebrating the upcoming year of the pig. It dazzled an original, figure out about how i felt (being a westie and everything).

Keep on writing haiku poems.

a houndred twenty's
not enough, we need -to dance-
thirtyone beats more

let's go to carrefour
let's do some celebration
let's eat our lunch.

it's not surprising:
some relevant connection
wine and shit haikus

red wine isn't sparkling
orange juice isn't sparkling
i hope life goes on.