To the hell with reunion dinner. What's there to reunion about, when you get pissed off because everyone else is okay with their chilli sauce, belachan or whatever, and you have to eat your food plain.

Then she glares at you fiercely, saying that you were troublesome. You grit your teeth, take a sip of root beer. Then she mutters something under her breath and you hear it loud and clearly, whether you have half-deafness or not. That was your last straw. You had enough. You walk away dramatically, go back to your room and sob bitterly. Read the book. Finish the chapter. Feel slightly better, willing to forgive them, and while on the way out, you hear them eating their reunion dinner happily. It feels as though you're not part of the family. You weep sadly. Calm down abit. Use the computer. The screen flickers ever so slightly as the patience that was already oh-so-low is wearing down even further. It feels as though the technology is challenging you. You wait for about ten minutes, staring at the wallpaper. You suddenly think about coursework. You haven't started. And there is NO WAY that you are going to do it over the CNY holidays.

Finally after 10 minutes, Mozilla Firefox finally decides to come up. Still worrying about the flickering screen, you try hard to type a blog post. About how sucky your reunion dinner went. Finally you can't take it anymore. You shove your earphones into your ears, and roughly raised the volume. The sweltering heat is unbearable.

This was how I spent the last day of the lunar year. Oh, wow.