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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.

by wc at 1:00 AM |