CNY 2012, bye bye

After visited several homes and ate the many kinds of cookies out there, finally it’s over! No more ‘dong-dong-chang’ on television, no more stupid firecracker at 2am in the morning, no more cookies, and no more acting like an obedient child in front of people/relative/stranger who visits. The peace is back in order.

This year Chinese New Year seems to have a little bit more drama than the previous. Some relatives don’t want to go back because of immature personal issues while some are accepted back into the family. Well, at least there’s something to keep me entertained throughout the week.

I only got to know my grandfather’s real age recently. I thought he’s only in his late 70s but it turn out that he’s actually 93 years old. I didn’t expect that he is that old but I’m real grateful and blessed that he can live that long and hope that it will continue in many more years to come.

When it comes to relatives, it’s hard to start a conversation when you only meet each other once in a year. All you could ask is “How’s your studies?”, “You study what course?”, or “What year are you in now?”. Once all the university-related questions are answered, here comes the awkward silence…. There’s nothing more to talk about.  Thank god for the cookies on the table, at least I can keep my mouth busy for something else.

And most old uncles have this weird mindset during the new year. They strongly believe that, to be a real man, you need to drink alcohol till you drunk. The drunker you are, the more man you will be. For them, drinking a nice hot cup of tea while seating on a comfortable sofa is not what men do. The only way to prove your masculinity to these uncles is to drink till you are drunk:

(Level 1:ok ok only >>> Level 5 : Very MAN!!)

Level 1: face starts to turn red

Level 2: happy for no specific reason

Level 3: walk like doing a salsa dance

Level 4: vomit out your half digested lunch

Level 5: lay unconscious on the sofa like a BOSS

Seriously you old uncles! Please respect other people wishes when they said they don’t take alcohol. I can drink a lot if I want to but for health purposes and for my dear little liver, I don’t want to pump all these unnecessary alcohols into my body. Let’s see who will have the last laugh when somebody wake up the next morning with a terrible headache.

 

 

One week left….

A week before the sem starts. That week always spoil the whole holiday feeling. It’s the week when the result is finally out. Not to say that the results that I get are really terrible but there is just something about getting the result that make the holiday taste more ‘sour’.

Not only that. The fact that you already know that you have a remaining one week to enjoy your blissful holiday already spoil the fun too.

“One week left. . . . . .  one week left . . . . . one week left . . “

Anything that I do now, these words keep on repeating in my head! Whenever I read a novel, watching tv, playing games, surfing the net, sleep, or eat something, my brain will keep on telling me “One week left. . . . . .  one week left . . . . . one week left . . “ in Morgan Freeman’s voice. (on a side note, wouldn’t it be cool to have Morgan Freeman to narrate your life? =D) With that kind of reminder in my head, everything that I do now make me feels guilty. It’s like I have to do something that benefits me spiritually, mentally, and physically. See how boring that sound?

That’s how I feel every time when the sem almost start. I don’t really know why there are a few people who actually look forward to the day the sem begin. It’s weird because it always these same bunch of people that will later complain online about how tired they are, how late they sleep, so many home works, etc. Well, not me. I’m not looking forward to it and I’m going to enjoy every last seconds of this week!