Mum: Last time the crackers nice, now the crackers not nice.
Dad: (answers back) Last time the police wear shorts, now the police wear long pants.
What happened next involved Mum whacking Dad with a cushion til his hair was in a mess. I wonder who's calling who childish.
This Chinese New Year was accompanied by unanticipated changes; I didn't know I could handle so much within a short span. While lamenting the unscrupulous means of the school's to shortchange us of our holiday, I realised there's many more things worth getting concerned over. Oh well. But no one seems to need my concern anyway, isn't it? Then why do I get upset when things get awry when I don't gain or lose from it? Am I supposed to stay apathetic, unfeeling, and pretend that things haven't happened? That lovers haven't broken up and families haven't split?
One good thing that came out of CNY: I finally mustered up enough courage to bring Jack to Granddad, who was cool about things. I used to worry about him finding out, since he once told me that finding love while studying is a big no-no. But I think it's really unfair to myself and Jack, because our relationship isn't meant to be secretive; I wanna let everyone know about this lovely boy by the handsome name of Jack whom I'm unconditionally in love with. And with this big hurdle crossed, it's another breather to take.
Yes. I'm drunk with love.
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