Here is the Cantonese New Year’s greeting:
Gung Hey Fat Choy
It means something like “Have a prosperous and wealthy new year.” The Mandarin version is Gong Xi Fa Cai–but I think that Gung Hey Fat Choy is more fun to say.
Here is the Cantonese New Year’s greeting:
Gung Hey Fat Choy
It means something like “Have a prosperous and wealthy new year.” The Mandarin version is Gong Xi Fa Cai–but I think that Gung Hey Fat Choy is more fun to say.
I tried to say it… all I got out was, “Gung ho, fatboy!!”
Happy New Years All!!!
Hey! Chinese New year isn’t for a few weeks more!
Gung Hey Fat Choy to you, too.
Happy new year everyone. I could’ve posted last night, but I had a lot to drink and I didn’t feel like it, plus somehow I fell asleep face down in some guy’s lap for 20 minutes while watching the matrix.
Shadow!!! Audrey!!!
Happy New Year to two very special and sexy gals.
hugs galore with a few kisses thrown in
And for anyone else who didn’t read my new year’s thread (G’day from Next Year) then let me take THIS opporunity to not only wish you all the best for 2001 but my thanks for being a part of a truly wonderful community here. Peace all.
1927: A woman took a seat on the NY Stock Exchange breaking the all-male tradition, Babe Ruth (24) signed a 3-year contract with the New York Yankees for a guarantee of $70,000 a year, thus becoming baseball's highest paid player, A Texas law that banned Negroes from voting was ruled unconstitutional by the Supreme Court, Prussia lifted its Nazi ban and Hitler was allowed to speak in public, Genghis Khan’s tomb discovered, Canada admitted to the League of Nations, The US received 58 Japanese dolls sent by the Japanese government in exchange for 12,739 blue-eyed dolls sent by American children to the children of Japan, Ruth Snyder becomes the first woman to die in the electric chair, Time’s first ever Man of the Year (Charles Lindburgh who flew a plane over a puddle also this year)
Oh…my…God. I bow to the power and majesty of alchohol. INSANE. And now Sober Swiddles has to deal with Drunk Swiddle’s evening. Oy vey.
I need to go crawl under a rock.