chinese new year is a time for visiting family right?

hell but that's what i dread most sometimes.

those "relatives" you meet once a year and pretend to care about your going-ons, just makes me want to roll my eyes. but no, they're my elders and i've got to respect them no matter how repetitive and patronising they can get. why? oh, because they're my "elders".

'wow matthew's so tall already!' yup, you said that last year (isn't that the last time we met) already.

'matthew's too skinny!! must eat more!!' ooook. i'll just say this to people who say that i'm a pig then.

oh and my favorite: 'why dowan cut hair? want to get the hippie look ah?’ that got me. i got no response to that. zilch. zero.

now, I still enjoy chinese new year very much; there are relatives whom you know really care, from the questions that they ask, the way they ask them. and of course the red packets are very much welcome into my buy-matthew-a-retinascope-and-ophthalmoscope-fund.

it’s just that sometimes, some people, some statements makes me consider suicide. (ok, maybe not)