i've always wondered why people follow certain customs and traditions, especially when they defy common sense. yes you're right. i'm referring to the stuff every self-respecting chinese family in singapore proudly and unashamedly does every blessed chinese new year in the hope that it would bring them a blessed fortune in the blessed year ahead


to be frank, it annoys the hell out of me to see people performing intelligence-defying feats like queueing up in a petrol station just to have your car washed by some "i-can't-give-2-fucking-hoots" bangala worker using some 2nd hand soap and a filthy sponge that was probably last washed the last time singapore won the malaysian cup


how about paying exorbitant prices for pineapple tarts, bak kwa and love letters on the eve of CNY? their prices go up so much, the rate of increase probably equals that of wages paid to EPL footballers. why wait for last minute then buy? their answer: because its fresher. . . WTF LAH, the fuckin tarts and whatever not (exclude bak kwa) has already been packed long before, you think you buy the tarts on 1 day means it was baked the very same day? wake up lah. ever wondered what factories are for? yes, contrary to what you may believe- food can also be made in such factories, hence the term "commercialisation".


it does not matter whether we have a 1st class education system (which i honestly think we do) when we have a population having a general consensus that common sense is an expandable item to be discarded every festive occasion. is the "festive mood" then one characterised ultimaltely by stupidity and senselessness?


the reason why i do not go visiting during CNY is not because my mom isn't chinese and my dad doesn't have close ties with his relatives (although both are true) the real reason is because i can no longer identify with what it means. why celebrate something i bear no affinity to? ever see singaporeans celebrate thanksgiving? or st. patricks' day? no right? my point exactly.


this is of course what my personal thoughts are, my apologies if i've genuinely upset those ardent fans of CNY as being a one-time source of injection to your monthly income. do not crucify me. ok what the fuck, i'm asking to be crucified by blogging about this. crucify me, but let me have some of those lovely pineapple tarts first? please?