so yet again, i'm up at about 12.50AM on a Saturday Morning desperately clonking away at a keyboard to make me feel like falling asleep while i'm already exhausted but can't sleep.

don't blame me for not making sense, because making sense is like walking into a wall (for my state) it's probably the same as trying to do physics in chinese, too.

anyway, it's quite a sad thing that everyone's finding the CNY season becoming very repetitive, ordinary, boring, sucky, etc. I guess it's really just because every year they play the same music, play the same songs, say the same ji li hua like gong xi fa cai (hong bao na lai :P) and all the same goodies.

Though i've taken a particular interest in the CNY goodies this year. Pineapple tarts, Loveletters, Bak Gua. Yumms.Well I guess in the end it really just boils down to sincerity. I've really found out the difference when people are really sincere and when they just want to get it over and done with.

In my paternal grandfather's house, I received a lot less angbaos but i felt more touched because the process of giving by the older generation is a lot more - well i dunno, willing to take out time to pass the coveted red packets to you?

Whereas in my maternal grandfather's house, I do definitely receive more angbaos (they're a bigger family) but the uncles/aunties seem to be more preoccupied with just giving out the angbao and just seem to want to get it over and done with.

maybe we're just too used to following a certain tradition, and never had the time to consider what some honest words and praises could do in place of money and goodies.

PS: When did CNY stand for Chinese New Year? Think about it.

Quote of the Day: "It's alright, I'm used to you gone already."

yeah, right.