Gong Xi Fatt Chai?

It all started like this. My aunties, uncles grandparents and my dad were preparing the taoist preparation to usher in the Year of the rat. Because I'm not a taoist, i was bored... but at the same time, was being very respectful as well. Taking photos of them praying and worshiping the "god of heavens" was the least i can do to show my gratitude for allowing me to stay in my uncle's house.

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My uncle understand how i felt last night, he knew i was bored, till my uncle presented me with this:

That's my brother kissing what thought by us as the weapon of mass destruction of the neigbourhood's peace. My uncle gave me rockets that blow up so loud that his miniature pinscher could had ear bleed if it wasn't lock in the house.

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That's my cousin Benny. That thing sparkling in our hand is what we call "Saddam Bomb" as in Saddam Hussein from Iraq. The shock wave... it blew up so strong that it gave us a thump on our chest. Anybody with a mechanical heart or an artificial pacemaker will need to stay away from this. It might just stop your heart.

It took only one person to start the exploding their fireworks, and like a chain reaction, everyone start their own explosion. That night, it felt like a warzone in Iraq.
The fireworks activity sort of ignite my younger days. My immature self reign and rule that night. Ideas such as blowing up cicak and blow up fireworks in the drain which made the water to splash and splattered dirty muddy water on people's cars and many more. We have another silly idea (picture above) to aim our rockets into the near by school. It was fun... until this happen:

What excuse do i have, when one is caught red-handed. Just look what i have in my hand. BUSTED! What a great way to start off my Chinese New Year.

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I'm short of one packet of ang-pow this year... if you know what i mean.