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So Chinese New Year has come once again, but it doesn't feel very much different from any other weekend. Sleeping in, waking up and waiting for lunch to be brought back by my parents, hanging around, then finally going to aunt's house where everyone congregates. After all the hype and clanging CNY music played everywhere, the actual event almost always turns out to be somewhat of a letdown. Being of mixed parentage doesn't give me the best of both worlds; it gives me half of each world. Home looks the same year in, year out, festivals notwithstanding. Y'know, I love home, but there are times I can't help but feel that we don't celebrate anything. Not CNY, not Christmas, not birthdays... Labels: family
Oh wait, is it bad luck to talk about such stuff on the first day of the lunar new year? Then again, I never learnt very much about chinese superstition so I couldn't care less. If I were into superstition I'd be super upset by our little disagreement in the wee hours of the morning, which would seem like a bad omen.
Oh well. So the relatives have now stopped asking so much about school, and are shifting their focus to work, since my graduation's in sight. Soon after it'll be followed by questions on marriage. Last night at reunion dinner, I looked at my cousin's little rascal running around, with my cousin and cousin-in-law trying to cajole him into eating... Or my other cousin with his surly expression sitting on the couch, with his wife and infant son conspicuously absent, the sign that they had yet another tiff. Suddenly married life, the route that most would assume the rest of us younger cousins would take, doesn't seem all that fantastic. Do I really want that?