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Hello.
My name is sean. This is my rant.

THINK THIS BLOG IS EVER GOING TO GET YOU ANSWERS?
GIVE IT UP.
nevertheless I keep it to chronicle my life. Without photos. I can only imagine how puzzled I will be when I re-read my blog.

Ear Candy
Green Day.
F.O.B.
The Script.
Coldplay.
All the above, selectively.
Good sounds with a mild relaxing effect.

How to screw up my day:
Irritating, attention-seeking behaviour
Being a general ass-hole

Upon a star with a gun, I wish:
For me to stop being addicted to
The computer -Love -Being happy
And for a less competitive world.

Would be nice, but

I don't have friends on Blogspot anymore.




Bitch about this excuse of a blog


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1/24/12
So I sit down in this chair, and I want to rant about CNY in general, how it has changed, how it has made me feel over the past feel years. But then I realise I can't rant about CNY. At all.

I can't recall my first CNY. Back then, my grandma (paternal) was NOT dying and lying in a bed, and it actually felt right to call it "PoPo Jia" (Grandma's house).

She loved all her grandchildren dearly. Now she probably can't remember a single one.

Fast forward to my most recent CNY, the one I'm having now. A lot of good food on the paternal, richer side. Humble steamboat and a reunion with cousins on the other. Due to the paternal side being of the Hakka dialect group, the first day (ie today) is reserved for the sons to come home and have dinner. Only on the second day do the daughters (the rest of the family+cousins) come back for a meal. This CNY doesn't feel as good as it did then. No qi4 fen4. All my cousins are grown up, the older generation is ageing. I'd be lying if I said nothing has changed. I don't know if I will know the answer to why this is happening in the future.

Damn, I don't like not knowing why. Hopefully the lion dance + gambling (ahhh :)) tomorrow will change my views on this Chinese New Year.




(12:37:00 AM)