1. going home.
2. reunion dinner
4. fireworks. outside my window.
5. ang bao
it rained and it rained for 3 days straight this past weekend. there were little rivers forming on the streets, and my shoes were in a perpetual state of dampness. my uncle wondered why it had been raining so much when it was so close to chinese new year. i wondered the same myself, for i don’t remembered such wet wintry weather in january. i told him that it would be scorching hot once more come wednesday. and so, when i woke up yesterday, i was pleased that i had correctly predicted the weather: it was blazing hot, and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. this is the weather i remember from my youth; the searing heat that induces only somnambulance, made worse with the relentless eating process as we sit down the entire day with old folks and talk about inane things. like youtube. apparently the older generation knows more about the internet than i do now. it’s kind of funny.
we didn’t go back to my father’s home town this year, so we were stuck in this big city with little to do as the women in my family were busy playing 4 people mah jong. in a sheer bid to keep myself from falling asleep, i made a quick trip to the mall to get a pair of ridiculously priced shorts i’d been eyeing for months with my ang bao money. the indian saleslady said, “why are you buying things today? you’re not supposed to buy things on the first day of new year. bad luck, what”. i took my chances and bought it anyway.
if shit wants to happen, it will. rabbit year or not.
happy new year, everyone.