The sky is flying

Friday is finally here, and wishes of dying young in an explosive rally car incident are now encroached by happy thoughts of Friday night activity, of which fixing up Gina is taking 1st place.

Funny how emotional states change as rapidly as they do. Reminds me how fickle I am. Dad was quick to bring it up last night - fa sum - is how feng shui master Chen See Fu put it, etching the lines that define a little clearer to us as we took in his swanky Ipoh temple.
F.S master used another phrase on me that's also become popular with dad - one with more syllables than I can remember- this one means I'll be a happy camper even if the sky drops on my head... and that has nothing to do with my aptitude to build a good tent.