The thought of Chinese New Year used to be exciting. New clothes and free flow of cookies and chips, trying to predict the amount of Ang Pow's I will receive, spending days and nights with people that I grew up with but hardy see nowadays... Those few days used to be all I'm looking forward to after the fireworks of New Year's Eve. I wonder what happened.
Did I grow up? Or I just got too used to the routine?
The traffic congestion when I was rushing to pick my sister up from school made me wish that it wasn't this time of the year. I was reluctant to go clothes-shopping because I thought that I'd rather save the money and shop throughout the rest of the year, 'the sales now aren't that good anyway'. Ang Pows don't pump me up because I will eventually pass them all to my parents, and let them 'recycle' the cash. Who carries a hundred bucks worth of RM1 and RM5 notes with them?
I guess, as time passed, I got more aware of reality. I've come to realise that course dinners are created to overcharge families who are too lazy to cook their own reunion dinners, and CNY sales are meant to trick us all into buying way more than we should/need.
At least I still appreciate the idea of having a break from being productive.
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