Monday, January 30, 2006, 12:06 AM
Every year's chinese new year is the same.
Today we visited my father's side.
Not much relatives really.
Just 2 houses.
The rest are dead.
The first house that I went to was...
Brendan Wong's wife's father's brother's home.
Wow.
That is pretty distant.
Means my father's cousin's.
Typical rich family.
Living near the railroad area aka rich ppl houses.
I hate rich relatives.
And it just so happens that EVERY relative,
On my dad's side, is fucking filthy rich.
I feel uncomfortable arnd rich ppl.
I swear I feel so claustrophobic.
AWKWARD.
And having Mr Wong around doesn't make it better.
Then surprise!
We had to go church.
I shan't comment on that.
The second house we went to was depressing.
I swear.
The whole conversation was about death.
Whenever my brother tried to steer them away from the subj,
They just kept going back at it again.
About how my relatives are all old, ageing and dying.
About how one relative is senile.
About how my whole family will die of cancer.
Geez.
But one thing I realised,
Is that it brought me and my brother closer.
Bitching about the elderly (no offense)
Bitching about semi social smoking
Bitching about rich people
Bitching on and on.
He's really gay i swear.
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let’s doodle
