It's the second day of the Chinese New Year.

First day started off pretty slow and late. The brood trooped off for lunch at my uncle's and the inevitable happened while I received my ang pow.

"So...you will be giving these little red things the next year round yeah?"

Eyes rolling, still in shock, I just gave a sarcastic "Eh, thanks ar" to my cousin and promptly immersed my lips into my chinese tea.

It was a pretty heavy lunch coupled with lots of talking and bantering back and forth between my dad, my uncle and his brother-in-law, a distant relation from China who has settled down in Singapore while I caught half of "Shall We Dance?" on VCD, courtesy of my cousin's purchase from across the causeway.

2 more visits to relations followed and a bizarre thought dawned upon me that we only get to meet most of them just this once a year, during Chinese New Year. Have we all gotten so distant?

Here's hoping the spirit of Chinese New Year doesn't die away.

And that you are still indigestion-free from all the eating and snacking.