...goes the weasel: January 2009

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

The CNY One (The Twelveth One)

CNY is supposed to be a time of familial gathering, a time to be happy that you still have some relatives around to celebrate yet another year on the earth of ours, and most importantly, to collect that yearly salary from those same relatives that you appreciate.

Amidst all this hoo-haa about being grateful about the fact that my family members are still around to celebrate this once-a-year occasion with me, it also ends up becoming a yearly affair to see how much more irritating my twin cousins can get. Those pretentious little snots have utterly mystifying English accents, given that nobody in their direct family have those accents. They're strangely pesky for little kids too. Over the CNY holiday, one of them managed to go into my room, with a closed door, and USE MY LAPTOP for his little ridiculous online flash game. He comes into my house and thinks that he can just hop around using my laptop for free? Come on, you have pay to even use the computers at the lan shop.

Not all's doom and gloom when CNY rolls around, however, as much as TVMobile insists on playing those tired tunes redone to death by the flavour of the month stars of their own company. It does warm the cockles of the heart to see that a large family of almost 40 can decide to appear in the same little flat every year for some mahjong and dinner, regardless of personal schedules and commitments. That should be what CNY is all about. Sure, there are some notable absentees every year, but what matters is that most married couples do drag their families to meet up at least once a year, to have dinner. My bank account also smiles at that prospect.

Friday, January 23, 2009

The Re-Return (The Eleventh One)

And so it ends. Approximately 5 months, 21 weeks, 145 days, and just before CNY, it ends. That's right, my attachment has finally ended.

Its been awhile, hasn't it? I guess the reason why I haven't been updating is because doing the weekly reports are just too tiresome. After the weekly reports, I end up being so drained that its simply so difficult to write anything else anymore. That's not to say that the weekly reports are long drawn essays, no no. They are filled with so little information, that its sooo difficult for me to just think of things to say. To think of even one coherent sentence is too impossible.

This little adventure isn't at its end, though. There's still the final report and final presentation to go. By the end of the next two weeks, I will finally be truely free and fully concentrate on going to the army. Oh, joy.

Well, I suppose i don't really have much to say at this point. I guess I'll end here.