Chinese New Year, also known as the spring festival is one of the most celebrated events in Asia. To many, it’s about collecting as much Ang Paos as they can; showing off their new clothes, beautifully manicured fingers; winning pot lots of money.
What does this festival mean to me? It means celebrating our Chinese roots, family bonding and catching up with old friends. Relatives, close friends would come by to exchange blessings. We would spend lots of time eating and drinking merry. This year, I have filled half my wardrobe with long sleeve work shirts; I might look like I am going to work on my visitation. Heehe... but I don’t really care coz I don’t buy my clothes just to impress and I really do have enough of non-work clothes.
This year, I pray that everything will turn out well for my love ones. For me, I hope I will survive the hardship for the next 5-8 mths; working for the global team and lending half my arm to the local team and then having to struggle CFA amidst the fund raising project due in September. I know I am going to be damn stressed but I’ll find the time to go the gym, meet up with my friends and bring my dog out for a walk. For Daniel, I hope time flies so that he’ll be back in my arms sooner and that he’ll find a good job before he graduate; difficult in this current crisis but I have faith in him. For my dad, I hope his business prosper and that he’ll spend more time on books and less on fortune telling. For my mom, I hope she’ll be less irritating ha. Aside from that, I hope she’ll start enjoying the fine things in life then worrying whether we’ve eaten. For Addison, I hope he gets into a good university so that he gets a good chance to start over; he is a bright boy. For Andrew, I hope he is on his way to the road of success; he seems to know what he wants in life. For Anthony, I hope he learns discipline and achieve the great things he said he would in life; all his talk is usually empty.
I’ll update again on CNY happenings…