I used to SO love Chinese New Year. Red packets, being able to rightfully stay up late on Chinese New Year’s Eve (守岁), visit my cousins who are closer to my age, no lessons at school and most importantly, to be able to spend time with my family and loved ones. Now, all I look forward to during Chinese New Year is the Bak Gua. The cousins have all grown up and can now choose to go out without the family. This is the 3rd Chinese New Year that Granny is not with us. I worry about the days when I have to close the cafe because of Chinese New Year; no operations = no sales = losing money. I’d rather work on Chinese New Year. Call me workaholic. And oh red packets – I am starting to feel a little embarrassed to still be collecting them because relatives of my age are starting to distribute them (to me). Awkward. I wonder do all bachelors, spinsters and gay people (of this certain age) feel the …