At this time of the year, I love going to the Air Itam wet market. It is the most festive place to go. If you go there early in the morning, when the sun isn’t too hot and the ‘pak foong’ that is the cold breeze which blows only once a year, you feel like bursting with happiness.
The nicest view is of course the Kek Lok Si.
And if you are those who pray to the heavenly god and such, then, it is the place to get all those decorated good luck fruits and pumpkin to place at the altar.
But this year, I totally have not done anything remotely Chinese to welcome the new year.
My son got a bike accident and I am putting all the preparations aside. No point stressing myself out. After all, if you have money, it is a cause for celebration every day. Why limit it to only that certain day? What different it is from this moon to the next moon?
So, yeah, I am calming self. It doesn’t matter if I have not bake a dozen jars of cookies, nor bought all the Chinese New Year foodstuffs or store all the fresh seafoods for the reunion. Frankly, what reunion? Cos we are always united all the days. We celebrated Christmas Eve, then, New Year’s Eve…so never mind lah, if we just have regular meals and not the mandatory steamboat on Chinese New Year’s eve.
Until then…breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out.
Urggh..I hate the crowd, I hate the rush, I think I shall just have a normal new year. After all, we have all bought our new year clothes.