And after all, it all never started.

It’s post Chinese New Year holidays and quite frankly I never expected to get an extension, but if you’re feeling woozy in the head with whatever’s left from yesterday’s lunch still stuck in your throat, you’d call in sick and decidedly choose to stay home, and that’s what I did.



It’s probably late for me to say this but Happy Chinese New Year, and may the year of the rat usher in a whole batch of fortune in the form of chewed up leather couches and missing Camembert de Normandies.


I feel like I was trying to avoid blogging for a bit; somehow being unable to post up the pictures of the wedding seems like a huge damper in continuity (that is, if continuity matters here), but then again perhaps I was just being lazy, not to mention uninspired, and what with the many sudden change of plans (thanks to a very generous mother, who in being so genial was being very ungenerous to me) I was more or less set to not to have time for myself.


Funny that I have to be sick to finally sit down and write, but I guess it is circumstances like this that return you to normalcy, or perhaps, set you back on something you’ve long stopped doing.
So it was CNY all over again, and all over again it was a sleuth of visiting and being visited and comparing the yearly changes that either embarrasses or enlightens or sometimes churn out the best in oneself, and in the end it was the same thing except that this time around my 6th aunt (whose wedding I had just attended) is now finally among those who will be handing out red packets instead of receiving them.


Four days of it feels pretty short, but in a way I’m glad it’s over; CNY was never my thing, in the way Scrooge will say humbug in Christmas.


(Well I don’t hate it. I’m just too lazy for it. I’d rather all of my holidays spent in undisturbed rest in my room, with a good book and good music and maybe some lemonade.)

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I was at work yesterday. It was boring.


Why?


There was really nothing to do. And when there finally were something, I was too sick and tired to do anything.


The bossman can be a funny person when arranging meetings; he arranged one with me but didn’t make one with bossman bro and at the end of the day there was no meeting and nothing to follow up, except for some old work, which significance escapes me.


I remembered wallowing in boredom, playing Yahoo! Pool and iSketch until the stupidity of it all kicked in, and what’s left to do is to annoy Ji Lin and feel sick.


It feels like being a failure of an intern, but when there’s nothing to do, there’s really nothing to do…