Tuesday, February 27, 2007
An old poly mate of mine, Hatta, commented on my blog last night. He simply said, 'FUCKING HILARIOUS' in my comments page. I shall take it as a compliment.
Having got that out of the way, it is time for me to talk about another major irritating repetitive festival - Chinese New Year.
Legend has it that the Chinese started celebrating the New Year because they believed that the first day of the Lunar Year was the day a monster would appear and take people away from villages.
Maybe that's how all the visiting came about. Us Chinese people just wanted to make things simpler for the monster, so we started to gather our entire family at one place and sit around.
Nevertheless, we are supposed to enjoy it right? I mean, with all the New Year goodies and ang pao money getting thrown around, we unmarried and skinny people should be damn happy right?
Wrong.
It is also the day when kids get the perfect excuse to show their hidden devils. Basically, they run around the house all the time, touching things they're not supposed to and eating much more than their fair share of bak kwa. And they do all those without even taking off their socks. This, coupled with the fact that they are running all the time, fills the entire house with the smell of talcum-powdered-salted-fish.
Old people also get their fair share of fun too. Every single year, I get at least 7 comments that go 'Wow you are so tall!' followed by 'Do you like basketball?' and a mimicked bouncing action. Please, Uncles and Aunts, I have been tall for the past 8 years or so, and I absolutely hate basketball. Perhaps more importantly, please do not mimic any basketball heroes of yours. You're old already. I'm not saying that you people are useless, but maybe you should just sit on a couch and drink tea.
One other freaky thing about Chinese New Year is that you get all these weird numbers messaging you well-wishes on your mobile. You have no idea who they are, but they know you. Then you reply them really nicely by saying, 'Hey happy new year to you too! By the way, you are?' They reply with their names and exclamations of 'How can you forget me!'
The freaky part? You still don't know who they are.
Why am I so bitter about Chinese New Year? Maybe it's because my room's light fused on Chinese New Year Eve, leaving me in darkness for the next 5 or so days.
Just maybe.
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