my innermost sanctum

it came and went

there's 13 day's left

to the chink new year - which many wee island youngling's these days don't give a toss anymore.

it's the incongruity of certain traditional practices that led to the loss of meaning and value. like, the wearin of new clothes only on the new year - which everyone can do so throughout the year these day's.

that aside, it's sad really when:
1. newly-married or childless couples avoid the tradition of givin red packet's of dosh to assorted bairn and unmarried mates - by going on a holiday
2. newly-married or childless couples are made to feel utterly useless when noseyparkers [in the guise of in-laws and relative's twice-removed] point out so-and-so are expectin their xth spawn
3. single bird's are made to feel utterly useless when noseyparkers [in the guise of relative's twice-removed] point out so-and-so's daughter is getting married to some filthy-rich banker - with x number of car's
4. and if singles proclaim they are contented with their status quo, noseyparker's [in the guise of relative's twice-removed] immediately conclude they are either -
[a] closet gay's; or
[b] sick in the head

but thank goodness i'm not subjected to such bollocks within my immediate family. though it is a shame that it gets worse with each passin year as there seemed not much to talk about - or catching up - between relation's.

the utter irony is that my cousins' indonesian domestic helper was chuffed to see me - besides addressin me as "elder sis" [which is the norm for malay, peranakan and south indian birds to address one another as sibling's - traditionally]. probably there isn't anyone else at home whom she can converse with in her tongue. not that i'm exactly fluent in it, mind.

oh, and only if i could take home the stray cat - who's my grans' late-dog's best mate and lately adopted em - with me.