It's 6 am. If I was a sane person I would be mumbling curses at the alarm clock as it wakes me from the stupor of sleep. If I was a sane person I would not be up writing this post. Quite clearly, I am not sane. Instead of the much needed siesta which I should have been taking, I was toiling through the night trying to complete tagalog homework. I am pumping myself full of caffiene later on. Also, I am most dissapointed that I could not find the translation for "vagina" in the english-tagalog dictionaries that I used. *shrugs*

This post will now veer so off tangent that your head will spin. Ready?

Gong Xi Fa Cai Kung Hei Fat Choi. According to the lunar calendar, it is now the year of the dog. Hurrah. No ang baos or bak kwa for me. Not so hurrah. The lunar new year somewhat highlights a significant difference between Here and There. Multi-culturism actually works doesn't it? The Chinese in Singapore celebrate the Chinese New Year with friends of other races. Over here, the Chinese of the previous generations have developed a "us vs. them" attitude which keep celebrations rather exclusive.

Except when CNY is being financially exploited. Of course.

Hang on to your hats I'm gonna drift this post into the post title <initial-d-esque tire squeal>

I was riding shotgun in a car with a couple of classmates. They get to talking about the condition of her father, recent heart attack survivor. I keep my mouth shut. I don't like the subject of death. That and I never really seem close to my dad anyway.

Yeah.

Later that same evening and I'm with my family having dinner at my aunt's place. Jokes are shared, food enjoyed. You know, family stuff. The context is something depressing. We're there because my grandfather has cancer.

Yeah.

I'll continue this post later, I need to prepare for school now.