This is not like what you think

The dreaded days are less than a week away. Dee says that I have an irrational dislike of the CNY (Chinese New Year), which I assure you, is not true at all.

I do not have an irrational dislike of the Festival of red packets, generous trays of snacks and bowls of sweet desserts.

In fact, it is like an un-birthday party at the Mad Hatter's; you get to eat as much as you want for a good legal reason, and the food never runs out. Even though they do add a ton of weight to my body mass, and give me that killer sore throat which would totally waste any amount that I collect from the red packets, to the GPs.

I am just not that chummy with the unavoidable house visits. Such boisterous greetings and irrelevant gossiping conversations, awkward questioning of the elders, blaring of the TVs, and those rowdy bullying / crying of the kids, all eight hundred decibels too harmful for my ears.

Though the decisive reason might be that, with less than five days to go, I still have not the fitting clothes (and shoes) to wear, which would make me look less like the fat ass that I am.

I hate dislike CNY.