morgueville,heartland living.

am looking forward to cny. the food, angpows and all. but am not looking very forward to seeing the relatives. getting just the angpows sans the ooh-how-big-you've-grown, so-you-in-army, ahh-how-handsome-you've-become is so much better. they sound extremely fake because i have been meaning to deprecate myself (ahh. adolescent angst.) and they proceed to violate my physical rights by touching me all over. i hate the question about being all grown up. i mean, duh! it was puberty, my dear biology ignoramus.


back then when i was a kid who thought the jumper suit was an extremely cool thing to wear for newyear (and lured into false pretence that 2nd Chance clothes were nice.), i had the best of time being just that, a kid - with the rest of my cousins. now, all we ever do was sit down on the couch and watch horrible chinese new year movies and kept quiet only until we had to entertain gushing relatives coming over with our well deserved angpows whilst they went on saying how amazed they are to see us like the last chinese new year was 27 years ago. and by the end of the day, everytime a relative come and go, we'd start ranting about them and start socializing all over again, texting on the mobile, playing with the new generation of kiddo cousins, playing bingo and gamble.


and hopefully i may save just enough to get myself a brand new beauty. the new ipod in april. ahh.