FESTIVE SEASON- chinese new year

whats with all these new year events anyway.

you see bucket loads of children in diapers, or not.

Half crazed Mummys driving their hyper kids- piled on Prambulators ( snob in me just does not want to call them Prams) around from one point to the next.

Dads or Daay-deee( singapore slang for daddy) barking orders like military men to everyone in their vicinity...including innocent passers-by.

old folks shuffling like mad...trying to keep up with the madness (see above group)

90percent of the country shuts down.

i just dont get it. All this happens even before the New year starts.

The big day itself , a picture of calm (discounting the cabbies).

CALM- key word, thats grossly misleading.

Calm for Moms, NO . imagine trying to herd the kids and grandparents and Husband. Further explanation(refer to group below) .

Calm for kids, NO , all those sweets oooh sweet sweet sugar rush, hong baos and lots of hongbaos, games , running, jumping, crying aaahhh soo much to do so little time
( footnote: mom and daay dee already bribed the other kids with hongbaos- act of bribing also referred to as investing so own kid gets money too from other parents.)

Calm for Grandparents, NO (refer to above group)

Calm for dads / daay-dee, NO , ( refer to all of the above)

Convinced? NO?

Well how about this , the damage starts even before new year. New Year itself is just a culmination of all that.

Imagine MOney.

Kuih - COSTS money
New Furnishings - Cost money
Kids - cost money
Cats - cost money

Hell !! even hell money costs money!!.....ok ok....a little off track here but you get the picture.

New year , I swear, was a womans idea. I'm convinced
First HUsbands get fleeced for every cent...furnishings , kuih etc
Then when you think its all over , reunion dinner comes..aaaaaahhhhh!!!!!!
Finally just when you think you can start to breathe here comes the new year itself where
Your last few remaining cents get squuueeezzzed out of you.

At Last , beaten, squashed, bleeding you come home.
Straight onto your bed.
Shuffling, crawling, dragging your miserable ass into your cave.
Sleep comes...day ends


Morale if the story, if you get married , IT ALL JUST GETS WORSE!
SO be warned