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A 26yr old female whose brain is powered by caffeine; without its main fuel source it has a working speed slower than that of a slug. That aside, she wishes she could grow a teeny weeny bit (read: a lot) taller and constantly whines about her weight. Enjoys devising novel ways to traumatise people with her bludders. Oh, and she is rather antisocial.

6 more days to CNY. I'm really dreading it.

When I was a kid, I really really loved CNY. But then, which kid doesn't? Kids get to wear new clothes, receive angbaos, play all day long and can eat all the junk tidbits they want. And best of all, they don't get scolded by their parents.

But the older I got, the less I liked CNY. Why?

1. I can never buy nice clothes to wear for CNY. As a result, I look like shit every CNY. Coupled with the fact that my features and hair are already shitty to start off with, and I don't have that ideal supermodel figure, you can imagine how willing I am to step out of my room every CNY.

2. Without fail, relatives will comment on my height. I can sooo imagine the reactions of my relatives when they see me this CNY. Excerpts of past years' comments include: 'Har how come you're still so short?'; 'Eh ,you should play basketball'; and the really best comment from my cousin:'Is it me who's growing taller, or are you shrinking?'

My relatives are cute, they really are.

3. Interrogation by concerned relatives. They are thorough, they really are. Questions can range anywhere from the results of your studies to your current love life. And they won't give up until they get an answer out of you. I bet even policemen can't hold a candle to them when it comes to getting answers out of people.

4. Shuttling around Singapore. Try travelling from Bedok to Clementi, then Tampines and finally Ang Mo Kio and you'll see what I mean.

5. The TV programs. They get shittier by the year.

But much as I dread CNY, there's no way I can escape from it. It's the main occasion for relatives who don't get to see much of each other to catch up, and get together and enjoy family harmony. The only thing I can do is to grit my teeth, brace myself, and just try not to be traumatised by the interrogation and comments about my height. Sigh.
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