i never really like chinese new year, except drooling over the red packets when i was a kid, or the money inside it to be more precisely, cos the money brought me loads of fire crackers...
then as i grow older, even this little joy is gone. tho' there's nothing wrong to receive red packets in 30's but the stares from the relatives when they hand me the red packets make me feel like a thief. donno wat's wrong with them?
last year this time, the office was oredi in a joyous mood and the studio almost turned into a mini casino every night. every now n then we received big hampers n nicely wrapped gift baskets from the suppliers, the unwrapping and sharing the goodies inside really hyped up the chinese new year mood. all those make this year exceptional quiet...
besides many deaths of the close family of few colleagues, plus many colleagues leaving the agency, n too many shits to clean up from clients' hard stool, everyone barely has the mood to welcome chinese new year, the only sign i can sense the festival, is seeing some red lanterns in the making on the studio manager's table. somehow the lanterns look lifeless this year...
at my own house, i never decorate n celebrate chinese new year. but for the coming 4-day holidays, i wil spend it in a manner of pig at my ma's place. she is keeping everything simple this year, i hope not the dishes on the dining table too. pa is sort of in a stable situation. niece n nephew grow big n bigger. everything is normal, n normal is good. but i guess there will be tears this year as my brother will be departing to melbourne soon after the festive celebration.
so is it chinese new year oredi?
not yet, n it'll never be if the mood is not there.
lonely lantern, sitting at the gloomy corner.
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